Lea Valley CC — Ride London – Sunday 2nd August 2015 (part one)

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Ride London – Sunday 2nd August 2015 (part one)

Probably the most popular cycling event in the country and hugely oversubcribed – it’s very difficult to get a place for this one, but through a mixture of charity rides, individual ballots and one British Cycling team place we managed to get about 18 riders in. However, some of these obviously had second thoughts as the big day approached and did their utmost to avoid having to ride, either by breaking their bones, having babies or ‘accidentally’ booking a holiday that started on the very same day as the event. Nevertheless, we still had a decent number who were able to do it.

Start times are seeded, with those expected to go fastest set off first. Alex found himself in one of the very first groups to be set off, shortly after 6am. You’re supposed to arrive at the Olympic Park in Stratford an hour before your start time (half an hour before you start they close your ‘wave’ to loading). By the time you factor in riding to Stratford, this left a lot of us with ridiculously early starts. Alex had his alarm set for 4.20am – what lunacy is this? I went to bed earlier than usual at around 11.15pm and, surprisingly, quickly fell asleep. Normally when I know I have to get up early I find myself lying wide awake haunted by the nagging fear I will sleep in. Instead, this time I slept soundly. Until 2am, that is, when I woke up and then found myself lying wide awake haunted by you know what. I was just starting to doze off when my cruel alarm clock mocked me with its 4.40am wake up call. I rode down through the mystifyingly busy streets of Walthamstow and Leyton, passing the clubbers on their way home to bed, and met up with Lewis and Tim. Lewis was another victim of sleep deprivation as it seems virtually every flat in his street had decided to host a party that Saturday night.

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We squeezed into the very back of our wave at the last minute and then, after half an hour of shuffling forwards, we were crossing the start line to (for no obvious reason) the strains of the ‘Batman’ theme tune and waved off by Matt Dawson of A Question Of Sport fame. The sun was very low and at times blinding, but what a joy and contrast to see it compared to last year’s water torture. We wound our way down the A12 to the shiny towers of Docklands then headed west and into The City. The pace was high and with no red lights to stop us (or rather plenty of red lights that we could legitimately ignore) Tim remarked that we had halved his normal commute time. Not long after we passed the Tower of London a police car screamed across the route from right to left causing a slowing down and bunching up of riders. I found myself separated from Tim and Lewis by about 20 other riders. I thought I would catch them back up, but (for the first of several hundred times that day) the rider that I thought had a Lea Valley top on was actually riding for MacMillan Cancer Support. By the time I had caught this person and realised it wasn’t Tim, the real Tim was long gone, never to be seen again.

Tim and Lewis stayed together for about 70 miles and both managed cracking times of about four and a half hours (along with the imaginary prize for fastest club riders up the climbs of Leith Hill and Box Hill respectively). However, they were well beaten by Alex who did it in an astonishing time of 4:11:49 (nearly 24mph). They were also beaten (by two or three minutes) by Nestor who did particularly well to set such a fast time given that he slept in and missed his alloted start with the faster riders. In fact, thanks to the magic of the Strava ‘Flyby’ function, I have replayed our rides and seen that Nestor set off eleven minutes after my 6.18am start, but had caught and passed me just after Walton-on-Thames (not that either of us noticed at the time). Flyby also showed that my neighbour Innes, who lives opposite me, set off not long before me and we spent dozens of miles in close proximity without ever actually meeting.

So, as last year, I rode the vast majority of the course alone. My target, which I wasn’t confident of achieving, was 20mph (or five hours). I made my first of four stops in Richmond Park after about an hour and I had already covered 21.6 miles at that point so I eased off a bit to make sure I didn’t burn out too soon. While out in Surrey I rode within myself on the flat and cautiously on the descents, but hammered it up the three main climbs of the day (Newlands Corner, Leith Hill and Box Hill). I hadn’t had the opportunity to do the latter two in last year’s ride (which was shortened for safety reasons because of the appalling weather) so I didn’t know quite what to expect. Leith Hill was steep in parts and seemed to go on forever – just when I thought we must finally be at the top we passed a sign that said ‘KOM – Start’ to my exasperation. Box Hill, on the other hand, was never too steep or troubling. In contrast to the descents (where I felt as if everybody else was overtaking me), I soared up these climbs, slowed only by having to pick my way through the riders.

Tragically, some time after I had passed through, one rider suffered a suspected heart attack on Leith Hill and died. Stephen Green was riding for charity and if you would like to make a donation you can find his page here: http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=StepGreen&d-49489-p=4

Understandably, as the emergency services tried to deal with this awful situation, the ride came to a standstill. One of our riders, Carolyn, who was a later starter, was diverted (along with many others) to do a 92-mile route instead. I saw a crash right in front of me on a bend as we headed out of south-west London and I passed several ambulances dealing with people, but fortunately it seems the worst mishap that any of our riders had to deal with was Charlie with a broken chain.

As we crossed back over the M25 and started kicking for home I finally decided I could afford to empty the tank and started pushing hard for those final miles. My average speed had fallen down to 20.2mph at its lowest point, but with my South London Surge I lifted it back up to 20.8mph and crossed the line with a ride time of approximately 4 hours and 50 minutes. But my Garmin stops recording whenever I stop moving so this didn’t include my four ‘comfort breaks’. How long had I spent munching on flapjack and trying to wash energy gel off my thighs (I’m not going to bother to explain that one) at the top of Box Hill? Annoyingly, a bit too long, is the answer – my official time was five minutes over the five-hour mark. Looking at the official Lea Valley CC times on the Ride London website (and the ride times on Strava) I see that Huw, who hasn’t really been able to ride that much since becoming a father, almost matched me minute-for-minute (whereas I spent the fortnight leading up to this by piling on the miles with rides to Cambridge, Colchester, Eastbourne and Hastings) – chapeau, sir. I also see that Nicola, fresh from ripping up the Tuesday Tens, managed a fantastic 4:51.

Continued in part two…