Lea Valley CC — Tour of Flanders 2015

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Tour of Flanders 2015

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A sizeable Lea Valley contingent headed over to Belgium for the Easter weekend to watch the Tour of Flanders on Sunday and to ride the iconic cobbled climbs themselves in the sportive on Saturday. Dave McCarthy tells the story here:

A Saturday in Purgatory

Greetings, and apologies to Jorgen Rath, creator of THAT cycling film.

Proof positive, first of all, that we were there:

http://www.steephill.tv/players/youtube3/?title=Last+10+Km&dashboard=tour-of-flanders&id=uXZArdJiyNs&yr=20

At 8.6K to go the leaders pass a beer tent (photo of Flanders lion flag inside it…politically a bit dodgy this black one, I think) and a shed on the right.  Then as they turn right at a roundabout in Kherkove the crowd on the roundabout includes 11 of our 12, but no way to tell on the shakey motorbike camera, take my word for it. Photos of peloton and leaders attached.

Anyway, earlier…we’d made good progress on Friday meeting up, crossing the water and on to the B&Bs. One was familiar and still excellent, the other new and a bit ropey. Saturday, our big day, early start and (for some, inadequate) breakfast. Somehow despite the pre-dawn start, it was well gone 9 (our latest start time, in theory) and we were still sniffing the nostril cleaning air of the start line and toilet block area. See photo, El Pres in the 4th cubicle.

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Even in the first few k’s up and down the waterways, we split up in the crowds. The inseparable Pedro and Nestor were just ahead of Adam and Chris, then Rey, the 2  Daves and Emma. A little back came el pres with Martin and Carolyn as honour guard and  Joe riding shotgun at the rear. 


Hills and cobbles, often in the same place, and longer breaks at food stops stretched out the gaps, and inevitably a few had other problems. Conveniently, as it turned out , the halfway point was back in town. Our group of 4 had unwittingly passed the 2 ahead (mechanicals) and when they caught up with us at the stop, Chris was finding the finger and wrist pain from the cobbles unbearable and called it a day. Behind, el Pres was not 100%, and when further aggravated by a couple of punctures, also took an early pint, as did Joe a little further back. Martin and Carolyn wavered for a moment, but pressed on into the slowly improving weather.

Up ahead, the 2 mountain goats pushed on, occasionally interrupted by muddy cobbled crowded hills. They finished in a highly impressive 5 ½ hours or so (tbc). Even in the thinning crowds that we five came across, the big 3 of the Koppenberg, Taienberg and Paterberg took no prisoners. Modesty prevents me…but let’s say well done the Vittoria Paves. Sadly, on climbs when strength was enough, I didn’t have it, so thanks to the other 4 for hanging around for me.  

Compared, say, to Ride London, most of the riding was disciplined and expert, with amazingly few sirens despite the pretty extreme conditions. However…. I was leading Adam on a fast wet cobbled descending corner and, unnerved by a slight wobble from David Milner as we passed him, led us off the road into the large pool containing the gutter. I couldn’t see the line of the gutter round the bend, or what the underwater road surface was, but some was cobbles , some mud and some tarmac. Amid much swearing we somehow shot back up on to the cobbles after the bend. Silly sods pure fluke, I mean thrillingly aggressive racing!

Joe and Nestor, to name but 2, were also on the receiving end of idiotic behaviour, at least not from their own team mates, though!  But we all made it round for a splendid show….or not quite all!


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Emma, Rey and myself were just through the race finish area (see rubbish selfie above) and had about 3 k to do to get to the technical finish to hand in our electronics, get freebies and register our times.  The route passed through the centre of town and we were just crossing the thronged main square, with bars all round and bike park in the middle, when there was the most tremendous bang!  We three, and I’m sure many others, looked down in horror, but only Big Rey didn’t look back up and around!  He slowly raised his bike to the vertical, and attempted a glare of mock disgust at the offending hoop.  When he realised that the thousands of cyclists and spectators around were whooping and hollering in delight at the spectacle, he creased up like the rest of us and joined in the fun!  Sadly this meant that he couldn’t join the rest of us in returning to the glum industrial park to collect our goodies (and his), but had to repair directly to join the others in Le Pub (not a translation, that’s its name!).

Eventually we made our way back to the B&Bs and ate locally at the splendid Speelvogel, where the patron remembered us from last year and fed and entertained us to the small hours….sleep.

Next day, De Ronde…well you’ll know about this even if you’ve not got Eurosport (tightwads)…Wiggo falls, G fails for once, Terpstra and Van Arvarmaet nearly regain Flandrian honour, but Kristoff gladdens the hearts of cow horn wearers everywhere, and continues his extraordinary start to the season.  Oh, and Matt Brammaier (Irl, MTN/Qubeka) won the early break sprint for his weight in beer, slainte Matt, or santel I should say. And donke Vlaanders for a splendid and economical weekend.  Next year? Well that’s 3 out of the last 6 for me, and Nestor fancies, Liege -B-L…we’ll see.

All the best,

Dave McCarthy

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