All set and raring to go

Luckily no oversleeping and after a hurried kiss goodbye to Cress, I was out of the door at 4.30am in a taxi to St Pancras International. The last time I took the Eurostar it left from the terminal at Waterloo - St Pancras was a lot more impressive.

The taxi driver was a beast of a man, so had no trouble manhandling my huge and heavy bag into the car. He was a real salt-of-the-earth type, good honest hardworking Londoner who had brought up his 3 kids alone after divorce, working night shifts in a taxi so he could get his kids off to school in the day. Good bloke and a nice start to the day.

I received a lovely email from Dad overnight, telling me of his pride in what Clare and I are doing. Given he's not reknowned for hyperbole or excessive display of emotional content, it really meant a lot to hear that from him. So thanks Dad!

Lots of time to think on the train journey to Rotterdam - I'm embarking on one of the most demanding things I've ever asked of myself, both physically and mentally I expect. I'm sure there are going to be some dark moments over the next 3 weeks, but I feel that through my training and preparation in the last 6-12 months I've given myself every chance of succeeding. And I hope that pushing through and conquering the dark moments will be the making of this special challenge. I also intend to have a lot of fun while I'm about it. The support from friends, colleagues and family will drive me on too, although the very generous levels of donations has left me with some pressure to succeed as well!

I arrived at the Rotterdam hotel at about 1pm, to be met by Jake and Sandy, who'd travelled by plane. Alas without Jake's bag, which had been left in Gatwick by their dodgy sounding choice of airline. Ooops. Poor old jake, what a nightmare. Frantic phone calls ensued as can be imagined.

With plenty of time to kill before the England World Cup game this evening, we went off in search of some lunch, to be joined later by Rick and Steve. On our return we were pleased to see the Classic Tours people fully occupied sorting out all our nutritional needs for the following day. And we were even more delighted to see that our bikes had all arrived safely - would have been an interesting start to a bike tour if those hadn't arrived! They will be transporting all our kit and manning all our feed stops along the way, in their smart TdF vans. Indispensable.

We've got a team briefing over dinner tonight before expected departure at 8am - given it's the first day of the Tour and most of us are fresh faced multi-day riders, there are sure to be some hiccups in the morning. I hope it's not me...

Final preparations

So finally the day arrived when I could say that I was leaving tomorrow. That had a certain immediacy to it that "next week" or "in a few days" couldn't convey. The final day at work was busy, with a couple of client meetings and other loose ends to tidy up. Inevitably this meant the day's proceedings were a touch more frantic, but thankfully also ensured that the time rolled by quite quickly.

I sent out my final email reminders to people on my fundraising list, which prompted a fantastic late burst and resulted in total funds raised of over £10,500 by the end of the day. Big thanks to all who have contributed so far.

Having received a squaddie haircut - short back and sides - after work (lightweight, aerodynamic streaming you understand), I met Cress, Ella and Willow for a goodbye supper at Wagamama in Putney. Molly had already left for a couple of days away with a school trip. It was a lovely send-off, made even more special by the good luck cards the girls had made for my departure.

The only thing left to do was to pack everything up into bags ready for a 4.30am start in the morning. My kit didn't look too excessive spread out on the beds in the spare room, but for a moment I was worried that it wasn't all going to fit into the enormous 140 litre bag I had bought for the trip. Very unlike me not to have done a trial pack beforehand, but I hadn't got round to it this time. It was lucky I wasn't flying as I would've been sure to have exceeded my weight allowance.

Not expecting to get much sleep tonight, given the excited pre-Tour excitement and anticipation.

Summary details stage by stage

Here is a brief stage-by-stage summary. Note the dates on the map above refer to the actual Tour de France, not our Tour de Force dates. Full maps and profiles of each stage can be found on the official Tour de France website at www.letour.fr

Saturday 19 June - Stage 1
Start: Rotterdam, Finish: Brussels
Miles: 136
Totally flat, but could be hard due to wind, especially the section along the dykes in Holland. Quite urban but cycle lanes on almost all roads. This stage will include the 5 mile Prologue route before leaving Rotterdam.

Sunday 20 June - Stage 2
Start: Brussels, Finish: Spa
Miles: 132
Climbing: 2,300m
A stage in two halves: the first being flat almost all the way. Quieter roads than Stage 1. The second half includes 6 climbs from the “Queen of the Classics” (Liege-Bastogne-Liege) in the Belgian Ardennes (Grade 3) which will be hard due to the distance already cycled. The first 10% gradient climbs of the Tour.

Monday 21 June - Stage 3
Start: Wanze, Finish: Arenberg
Miles: 129
Cobbles sections: 13km
A flatter stage but another one with a harder element towards the end: 7 cobble sections with a total of 13km of cobbles. This can be just as challenging as climbing and needs to be ridden with care if roads are wet. This area is loaded with cycling history and culture and there is bound to be local encouragement from the roadside.

Tuesday 22 June - Stage 4
Start: Cambrai, Finish: Reims
Miles: 101
A gently rolling stage - we are finally into France & into wide open spaces that could be windy again. Overall this should be a breeze though.

Wednesday 23 June - Stage 5
Start: Epernay (Moussy), Finish: Montargis
Miles: 109
Now the roads start to get ‘lumpier’, quieter and with longer stretches between villages. Never flat for long, this stage and the next will begin to check out our climbing legs. Starting in the Champagne area and passing through the Brie region, this is a fine cyclo-tourism stage.

Thursday 24 June - Stage 6
Start: Montargis, Finish: Guegnon
Miles: 148
Climbing: 1,500m
More woods, more climbs, less houses, less cars. Into the heart of rural France through the Saone-et-Loire and into the Bourgogne region with some great stretches of road. Slightly flatter than the previous stage in the early part of the ride, this one does have a few inclines later on. The longest stage of the Tour and the last ‘rolling’ one before the tougher stuff.

Friday 25 June - Stage 7
Start: Tournus, Finish: Les Rousses
Miles: 114
Climbing: 3,300m
After 40km of real flat, the fun begins as the route goes up and down a succession of ridges in the Jura Massif before hitting two big climbs to end the stage. The final one, a 14km climb up to the plateau of Les Rousses will be the hardest obstacle to confront so far.

Saturday 25 June - Stage 8
Start: Les Rousses, Finish: Avoriaz, Morzine
Miles: 110
Climbing: 3,616m
After a long descent almost to the shores of Lake Geneva, this stage gets lumpier as the day goes on. Our route will differ slightly from the official one in order to avoid long sections on busy main roads south of Geneva. Again, two big climbs provide the real challenges of the day. The Ramaz climb, 40km from the end, appears for only the 2nd time in Le Tour and is as tough as the final one up to the Avoriaz ski station which provides the second consecutive mountain-top finish.

Sunday 27 June - Rest Day in Morzine

Monday 28 June - Stage 9
Start: Morzine, Finish: St Jean-de-Maurienne
Miles: 119
Climbing: 4,800m
The rest day that precedes this stage will be vital since this is definitely one of the hardest of the Tour. The Colombiere and the Madeleine are both Giants and are separated by two climbs (Aravis and Saisies) that are no easy challenge either. However, to get through this will put climbing legs on us for the rest of the Tour.

Tuesday 29 June - Stage 10
Start: Chambery, Finish: Gap
Miles: 111
Climbing: 3,600m
An exceptionally beautiful stage with much drama after a flat run of 40km before some serious climbing begins again. Our route follows the N85 as little as possible in order to avoid traffic but changes nothing in terms of climbing. The Col du Noyer is the highlight of the stage: a shorter but tough climb with a very, very steep descent

Wednesday 30 June - Stage 11
Start: Sisteron, Finish: Bourg-les-Valence
Miles: 112
Climbing: 2,800m
This stage takes riders out of the Alps and into the Drome region. After an initial short spell of climbing the stage has the longest section of descent of the Tour (60km hardly having to pedal!) but there is a bit of work to do for the last 20km to the hotel. A well deserved ‘easy’ stage.

Thursday 1 July - Stage 12
Start: Bourg-les-Valence, Finish: Mende
Miles: 130
Climbing: 4,200m
From the Drome to the Ardeche, via the southern Massif Central, this is an epic stage with some truly great cycling in store. Many climbs but none of them sharp, until the last 4km ‘wall’ to the finish line above Mende. Hard, but this stage is there to be enjoyed, such is the variety of scenery through which the route passes.

Friday 2 July - Stage 13
Start: Rodez, Finish: Revel
Miles: 90
Climbing: 1,400m
This stage is again hilly but only for the first half of the route. No hard climbs, but sustained gradients of 4-6% and long enough to have to be taken seriously. Then the route plunges down into the Tarn valley leaving only a short ‘rolling’ section to be negotiated before arriving at our stunning hotel in an old abbey in the village of Soreze, just outside Revel.

Saturday 3 July - Stage 14
Start: Revel, Finish: Ax-les- 3-Domaines
Miles: 110
Climbing: 3,300m
The beginning of the end: the Tour arrives in the Pyrenees. A welcome flat start of almost 50km takes you into the foothills of the Pyrenees where gentle climbing turns into climbing of Giants as the Port de Pailheres looms ahead. This will take you up to 2,000m altitude and the first vistas over the mountains. To prove how the Pyrenees mean business, the final climb up to Ax-les-3-Domaines could be rated ‘Grade 4++’.

Sunday 4 July - Stage 15
Start: Pamiers, Finish: Bagneres-de-Luchon
Miles: 116
Climbing: 2,300m
This stage again leaves the worst until the end: the route along the valley of Cousterans to St Girons provides almost 60km of flat, with the exception of a couple of very short climbs. The climb up the Portet d’Aspet should not prove too hard either. However the final 18km climb to the Port de Bales will be one to dine out on.

Monday 5 July - Stage 16
Start: Bagneres-de-Luchon, Finish: Pau
Miles: 121
Climbing: 4,400m
Then came the crunch! The Peyresourde, the Aspin, the Tourmalet, the Aubisque. Right from the hotel the road goes up. Then down. Then up. Then… But this IS possible. It may just take a long time.

Tuesday 6 July - Rest Day in Pau

Wednesday 7 July - Stage 17
Start: Pau, Finish: Tourmalet
Miles: 108
Climbing: 4,400m
Mercifully stages 16 and 17 are separated by a rest day. This stage is the choice of the Etape du Tour, a guarantee for a tough time. But what a great way to finish your challenge, since after this it is all free-wheeling (so to speak) to Paris. After the cruelly steep Marie Blanque, which comes 50km into the stage, the long grinding climb up to the Soulor is all that stands in your way before the final climb up the most challenging of the two sides of the Tourmalet.

Thursday 8 July - Stage 18
Start: Salies-de-Bearn, Finish: Bordeaux
Miles: 118
The flattest stage of the Tour after stage One, and a beautiful ride through the Landes forest. A long trek, but sheltered from wind it should provide no difficulties at all.

Friday 8 July - Stage 19
Start: Bordeaux, Finish: Pauillac
Miles: 32 (time trial stage)
A 50km route which the Tour uses for its only Time Trial in 2010, this ride through the Medoc vineyards provides an excellent way to celebrate our achievements on the previous stages. Approx 5 hours transfer post-stage including train from Pauillac to Paris.

Saturday 9 July - Stage 20
Start: Longjumeau, Finish: Paris
Miles: 30
The chosen route into Paris heads north-west through the Foret de Verrieres and past the formal parks & chateau of Sceaux. Avoiding the main roads into Paris we take tree-lined avenues before heading to the centre of the city. Passing some of Paris’ most famous sites we finally reach our memorable finish at the Eiffel Tower.

The start line is coming into focus

Just thinking about the start of the Tour de Force is now enough to set my heart racing with excitement, with less than a week to go. There’s nothing more I can do to improve my fitness at this stage, so from now until the start it’s just a case of getting as much rest as possible, keeping well fed and watered, and avoiding any accidents on the commute to and fro work. I laid out all my kit on the spare beds last night and was quietly reassured that it doesn’t look too much, and I’m a lot more confident that I can pack it all in. It’s a massive help that I can send all my nutrition (energy bars, gels, powders etc) with the Classic Tours lorry, together with my bikes.

The Tour de Force jersey arrived last week. It’s, how shall I put it, pink. VERY PINK. There is absolutely no way that any motorist could say, “Sorry, but I didn’t see you…”. It fact it’s such a bright pink that it is almost unwearable (apologies Rick Wates if you’re reading this, but I’ve got to tell it how it is!). And it’s really shiny. Think cycling, think nasty bright acrylic lyrca – then double it and you’re getting close. But maybe it’ll look better in a large group. Maybe. Mmm.

Nearly had a complete disaster yesterday afternoon. Having cleaned my bike on Saturday, I set about degreasing and re-lubing the chain on Sunday. I took the chain off and cleaned it successfully - I then threw the chain links down the drain with the dirty water. Not very clever. So had to go and buy some replacement links. I then refitted the chain, lubed it up and rode up and down the road shifting gears to make sure all was well. Unfortunately it wasn’t. I hadn’t fed the chain through the rear derailleur properly. Not at all clever. In fact, incredibly stupid. I was alerted to this mechanical incompetence by the sickening crunch of bending, grinding metal, and looked down to see my chain wedged between the wheel spokes and the rear cassette – together with my rear derailleur in a very unusual position. I felt sick. This could be terminal and worryingly expensive. Cursing my complete idiocy, I sheepishly wheeled the bike back home along the pavement hoping the neighbours weren’t watching. Over the next half an hour I managed to extract the chain, twist it back into shape, and likewise manoeuvred the derailleur and its hanger to something that looked like their proper positions, all the while dreading the potential snap of metal going beyond its natural elastic limits. I’m happy to say – and mightily relieved not surprisingly – that I think I’ve mended it and the gear change is running smoothly. Phew and double phew. I really didn’t need that.

I hope the rest of the week runs a touch more smoothly.

And a final massive thank you to all who have sponsored me. Including the single biggest donation, received this morning, I have raised just short of £7,854 and hope to secure a few more £s by the end of this week.

For anyone who wants to know the route and timetable, I will be posting details of every stage in my next blog…

Weekly totals
Commute – 64 miles
Other rides – 51 miles

Funds raised to date £7,854

That's it then...

The final weekend’s training done. Now just the small matter of riding 2,300 miles in 20 stages in 22 days. Have I done enough? Not sure, only time will tell, but I know there’s little more that I could have done without divorce or redundancy, especially given the winter we had. Importantly, by the time I leave next week, I’ll be only a couple of hundred miles short of the stretch target of 3,000 miles that I set myself in the middle of March. And I’ve now done 13 century rides this year, which is 10 more than I did in training for the Etape in 2008, and overall I’ll have done 50% more mileage than I did in the 4 month lead-up to that event. And (because it looks further in kilometres than miles), by the time I leave for the start-line, I’ll have ridden over 6,000km this year. Please please let that be enough training.

Of course it’s not just being fit that counts – as I have found out this week to a small extent. Having been surrounded by the diseased at home and work for the last 3 weeks, I started to feel a bit rough myself during the week. Nothing serious, just a sore throat, achy bones and tiredness. 3 nights of broken sleep on the floor of a tent and several beers the wrong side of sensible probably didn’t help matters either. But anyway, not enough to keep me off the bike, so I still completed both planned century rides this weekend. However, for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel particularly strong and my legs were definitely not up to much on the steeper stuff. So I actually got distanced on a couple of the hills on Sunday which really hurt my pride, as I’m usually one of the better climbers. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself though – this week comprised my highest weekly mileage, my fastest average speed for 100 miles and Saturday was also very muggy.

Now we’re into the final stages of preparation, the fear of things going wrong, astray or breaking is beginning to pervade my thinking day and night. So, inevitably, that means my checklist is getting longer and longer as I think of back-up options for potential failed parts and buy yet more spares that I’ll probably never need. The list is now over 150 items and counting…God knows how I’m going to pack all this stuff and carry it around! But with the start-line now so close, just thinking about it fills my stomach with butterflies and sets the adrenaline pumping – I rode with Steve on Saturday, who is a veteran of the 2006 TdF and completed the Race Across America in 2008 (3,000 miles non-stop!), so this kind of thing is old hat to him – but he told me that while waiting for me he’d popped into Dauphin Cycles and was talking to them about the TdF we are just about to embark on, and even he’d started choking up as he was speaking to them…and we haven’t even started yet. What the ‘eck are we all going to be like at the end of this all!


Weekly totals
Commute – 110 miles
Other rides – 225 miles

Funds raised to date £6,172

So there is life outside cycling

A total mileage for the week of just 15 miles isn’t going to impress anyone is it. But a rest is also supposedly meant to be an essential part of any training plan too. And so began 7 days off the bike due to ‘work commitments’ (loosely termed you understand) and a weekend’s camping. Thing is, it didn’t really end up being much of a rest in the conventional sense, just something different. And I’m not sure that replacing training hours with digestion of liquid carbs (i.e. alcohol!) is what the text books have in mind either – but it sure was fun.

On Tuesday evening we had the final TdF briefing from Rick Wates et al, where about 50 people turned up. Those doing more than 10 stages had a pre-briefing before the masses, where Phil Deeker laid out the extra demands that were likely to be made of our minds and bodies – essentially what it takes to ensure you can successfully ride long stages day after day. Most of the talk was centred on the practicalities of the Tour and that getting into a logistical mess was more likely to be a reason for failure than a physical set-back. Although this was the right focus at this stage of the preparations, the more serious nature of the evening meant there was little time given to the romance or majesty of the trip. Jonny Wates was keen to emphasise the need to look out for each other during the event, and to avoid the tendency to go into a shell when things get tough – as he rightly pointed out it’s when, despite best-laid preparation, things don’t go exactly to plan that cracks appear - and everyone reacts differently under stress (anger, humour, despair, denial etc). All sounds a bit gloomy doesn’t it?! Ha, still, that can’t suppress my excitement about the trip, and departure now feels tantalisingly close.

Thursday turned out to be one of those dream ‘toys for the boys’ days – something that I’d never even consider doing privately given the prohibitive cost, but something I’d happily jump to the front of the queue for if it’s laid on for me. RSA, one of the insurance companies I research, arranged a track day at Goodwood for all analysts covering the stock. We had a good dinner the previous evening in Goodwood House and one hour talk from the management team, which appeared to justify the next day’s frivolities. Thursday morning, we drove down to the track and were taken round the circuit in Mercedes AMG saloons by Prodrive instructors, who explained the breaking areas, turn-in points, apex and exit-points of each corner. Next up, we had a go ourselves – having harboured dreams that I’d just step in and be told what I a natural I was, I quickly discovered that track driving is a little more challenging than it looks on TV…I didn’t crash or spin or anything as dramatic, I just wasn’t that good!

After familiarising ourselves in the Mercs, we were then given Aston Martin Vantages or DB9s to drive. I had no idea these road cars had so much poke – awesome fun, but a little disappointing to only get a couple of laps at a time, as every time I was just getting into it and learning new boundaries of what I and the car could do, we were asked to pull in to the pits. But the big highlight of the track part of the day was 2 flying laps with ex-F1 driver Johnny Herbert in a Le Mans Aston GT2 – what a sensational feeling! Having thought I might be a touch scared beforehand, I wasn’t at all frightened and just sped round with an enormous grin on my face. What it did highlight, in no uncertain terms, is the gaping chasm of driving skills between a novice like me and a seasoned pro like JH – where I’d previously thought there were corners, he was flat out through them!

After lunch, we were given control of a Subaru rally car on a course marked out with cones in a field. Great fun as we learnt to back-end the car round corners and power-slide round the bends. Once again, though, the highlight was a 2-lapper through a forest rally stage as a passenger next to a pro-driver. We were hurtling down single lane forest tracks at up to 70 mph, taking all the corners sideways and launching off a huge jump – big wide-eyed wow moments abound. Massively impressive control in a tight environment and truly exhilarating. I also went for a 15 min flight over Bognor Regis in a 1943 Harvard Warbird that had been used to train Spitfire pilots in WW2. All in all, a very spoiling day, with the kind of fun that very few people get the chance to experience. Thank you RSA – now, I must remember to change my recommendation from Hold to BUY. (Compliance, I didn’t really mean that…!)

We spent the bank holiday weekend camping at Mellow Farm in Hampshire, with Jems/Rich and Harry/Lisa, plus kids – so were 13 in all. The campsite was in an idyllic location, conveniently close to London, with a small river running past our pitch, which was in an old ox-bow lake. Importantly, our pitch had a ring for a campfire, which I think is an essential part of the whole camping experience. We took colossal amounts of kit with us – the more we camp, the more gear we seem to take…which seems to negate the point of camping to an extent I suppose, but makes it a whole lot more bearable. The kids had great fun playing in the river with our inflatable dinghy – and the rest of the campers were pretty agreeable on the whole – except for the weirdo (there’s always one) who decided to dry himself post-shower by lying naked outside his tent– until told that wasn’t really appropriate in a family setting!

Weekly totals
Commute – 15 miles
Other rides – zero!

Funds raised to date £5,265

Smokin'

What do we do after months of moaning about the cold? Start complaining about the heat of course! To be fair, there were very few complaints about what was a quite stunning weekend, with temperatures well into the mid-20s centigrade and light winds. Most of us were more than happy to throw off the armwarmers and long-fingered gloves, and instead don the shades and slap on the suncream.

I had two rides planned for this weekend, to continue my process of adapting to back-to-back long days in the saddle. For Saturday I planned a less demanding route out towards Windsor, looping north and round the west side of Reading, before heading home through Ascot. We set off as a group of 4 at a very civilised 8.15am, being Clare, Jake and a friend of their’s called Ross, who is also doing a few stages of the TdF.

The highlights of the day were two-fold, besides the great weather and glorious English countryside. First of these was a fantastic pub where we stopped for an hour, and enjoyed some really good food – thanks to Ross who knew of The King William, tucked away down a lane in a hamlet called Ipsden, about 10 miles north of Reading, with beautiful views of sheep-filled fields across South Oxfordshire. Reminder to self – after all this ridiculous training, future rides should always include a good pub lunch. Second highlight was Jake’s increasing despair about his silly cycling tan. Wearing tight-fitting kit means any tan lines are usually highly pronounced, especially for someone like Jake, who clearly tans easily. Best of all are Jakes lily white hands on the end of his increasing sun-kissed brown arms – looks like he’s wearing a pair of white gloves, and the contrast is only going to get worse as we do more and more cycling on the TdF!

I am seriously impressed with the huge strides that Clare has made as a cyclist in the few months since she started doing this properly. She’s gone from having never ridden as far as 20 miles in January, to being able to ride 125 miles in relative comfort. Huge respect. And with that kind of form I’m convinced she’ll have no trouble completing the 5 stages of the TdF that she’s signed up for. More than I can say for some of the other TdFers, which might sound a bit pretentious of me, but I’m quite shocked at how little training some of the guys have done given the multiple stages that they’re planning to do. It’ll become pretty apparent pretty quickly what condition everyone’s in once we start the TdF proper.

Sunday was even hotter, with a much more challenging test ahead of us for the King of the Downs sportive – 115 miles up and down the North Downs, covering many of the climbs that I’ve been over many times over the last few years in Surrey and the Ashdown Forest. Jake and I (wisely) chose to get an extra hour in bed, so set off from the Gatwick starting point about an hour after the rest of the TdF group at close to 8am. Fuelled by the usual early doors adrenalin rush and the temptation of catching the TdF group up the road, we set off at a ridiculous pace for a couple of guys that had done 120+ miles the day before and had a long hilly day in the saddle ahead. The first half of the course was mainly in the Surrey ‘Alps’, taking in Leith Hill, Pitch Hill, Combe Bottom, Ranmore Common and Box Hill among other favourites. Having loosened the legs on these early hills, we managed to join a fast-moving train of riders on the way back to Gatwick and were moving along at 20-25mph at the half-way point.

Reaching the second major feed station at about 55 miles, we realised we’d caught up with the main group of about 10 TdF riders – they set off again while we waited to fill up water bottles (essential in the heat), but we were soon on our way again, now as a 4, having picked up Doug and John, both of whom are strong riders, so we were able to work well as a group swapping off the front of the line in turn. The terrain was easy and perhaps lulled us into a false sense of security ahead of the hill through Weir Wood in the Ashdown Forest, which was really just a warm-up before the leg-breaker that is aptly named the Wall. Some septuagenarian nutter was running up the Wall, with his hairy gut unclothed and hanging out in its full resplendent glory – happy chap, I said he was a lune to be doing that (takes one to know one) and that there was plenty of good TV nowadays to entertain an old man.

From this point on, Jake & I rode with the main TdF bunch – good to meet a few more new faces. I finished the ride well exercised, but not overly tired, having set a good pace over the final 15-20 miles back to Gatwick. I’ve got virtually no riding at all next week as we’re off camping for the weekend – a really tough decision to rest up, but I definitely I owe it to the family and my body could probably do with some respite – apparently recovery time is good for you, I just feel uncomfortable looking at a big fat zero in my training diary.

Weekly totals
Commute – 75 miles
Other rides – 235 miles

Funds raised to date £3,925.