After last week’s heavier load, my plans for this week included a lower mileage, especially at the weekend, which conveniently coincided with my parents coming to stay. Knowing this, I’d planned to extend my commute home to take in some longer rides in the evening. But trying this out on Monday evening, I quickly realised that this wasn’t going to be a particularly clever thing to do. Large potholes left by the winter weather and lack of light does not make a happy marriage for a cyclist on thin road tyres. My light strategy is to be seen, rather than to see, so my flashing lights don’t give a great view of the road in the dark – ok when most of my commute is lit by street lights, not so good when elsewhere. Next week may be better for evening rides, given the change to British Summer Time which means it’s lighter later. But until then it wasn’t worth the risk. The potholes, unless really deep, aren’t really the main problem – what I think is more dangerous are the large, long cracks that have appeared, running in the direction of the traffic – get your front wheel stuck in one of those and it’s almost guaranteed to throw you off your bike and onto the hard black stuff. And the other major hazard I’ve found is the increased amount of gravel on the road that’s come out of the potholes, particularly hazardous when cornering. I might be coming across as a bit soft here, but I’m determined to make the start line of the Tour if nothing else.
Psychologically, I find it incredibly hard to have a lighter training week. My inclination is to keep building the miles, in the belief that more is best. But all the training manuals state that you need to build in recovery time to let your body adjust to the increased workload asked of it in previous weeks. So, I have to accept that a recovery week is a physically necessity every once in a while, however frustrating it is to hold back when your legs are feeling good. It doesn’t feel natural, whatever the experts say! Although most of my illness or injury usually follows periods of increased training, so there must be some truth in it I suppose.
In the end, I managed to squeeze in a quick ride out to Box Hill and back on Sunday afternoon, getting home just before the rain arrived luckily. I was joined by Jake, a friend of Clare’s, for the ride. Jake has been seriously bitten by the cycling bug, has become ridiculously keen in a very short space of time and is now signing up to ride the entire Tour de Force, having previously planned to ride only a few stages between the Alps and Pyrenees. As such, he issues a constant stream of questions on kit, preparation, training, technique, etc in the mistaken belief that I possess sufficient expertise to answer them – although I’m more than happy to give my tuppence-worth. However, I am in the unfortunate position to have experienced the discomfort needed to fully answer his question about whether he needs chamois cream…nasty business, details best kept between cyclists. The ride home from Box Hill was fun – mostly downhill, mostly downwind, mostly good roads, and therefore mostly high speed. And the views from the top of Box Hill were amazing, looking South over Surrey, crystal clear at around 4.30pm, unlike the shroud of mist or haze that usually greets me on my typical early morning rides out there.
This week in the year is one of those tantalising glimpses of what might be, just before the prize is ripped from your grasp, forcing another month’s wait. I’m talking about my morning commute, which I have been doing in the dark since the end of August, through the misery of winter’s grip. In the last week of March, with a cloudless sky, I can ride to work without any lights – I can’t explain what joy that brings and what a difference that makes to the start of the day. But just when I get to that watershed moment, it gets taken away by the change to British Summer Time and I am once again plunged into darkness for another month (daylight creeps forward by 2 minutes every day – I know, I look at this too closely).
A tougher week of training awaits me next week…
Weekly totals
Commute – 100 miles
Other rides – 48 miles
Funds raised to date £1528.
Sunday 28 March 2010
Sunday 21 March 2010
That’s a bit more like it
Just back from a great ride out with the Tour de Force. A beautiful day for cycling, with little wind, (mainly) dry roads, and sunshine – hooray! After the winter we’ve had, this extra warmth was really appreciated by everyone, and spirits were noticeably high from the off. Although temperatures were only around 14C, compared to recent months where temperatures have struggled to get to 5C, it felt like a summer’s day.
The riders met up at Godalming station and the plan was to head out south and loop back east and north to take in some of the North Downs. I was a bit late arriving, having mistimed my cycle down there, but luckily spotted the TdF peloton turning out of Godalming onto a minor road just in time. The first half of the ride was fairly easy-paced, with a couple of longish stops for punctures, but no-one was complaining about hanging around in the unfamiliar warmth of the sun. Following a brief refill of hot chocolate and toasted panini in a picturesque café by a fishing / camping site - picturesque that is if you purged the unsightly caravans from your view of the lakes – the pace quickened a bit and there was some tidy group riding, with proper paired-up drafting (well done Steve, your coaching is starting to pay off…).
The real test of the ride was to come after 40 miles – especially tough for those who hadn’t ridden that kind of distance before. Turning north from the outskirts of Cranleigh there is a particularly menacing stretch of steep stuff that reaches a gradient of over 20% towards the top (double chevron on the OS map!). At this stage most of us have already misjudged it, believing the peak would come a lot sooner, so just when your body is really starting to hurt, the road steepens further and requires a final all-out lung-busting effort up the wall to the summit. The last time I’d ridden that climb I’d already had over 100 miles on the speedo, and was desperate to stop, but was forced to carry on climbing given the two cars behind me and no space to pass. This time, although I’d already completed about 75 miles, it was a whole lot easier, but still a hard grind. Of course, the reward for such energy-sapping graft is a stunning descent off the top, down into Shere through dappled sunlight cast by the beech and fir woods (which is even more amazing in autumn).
The loop was a little shorter than originally planned at 50 miles, but with the ride there already in my legs and the return to Putney still to come, I wasn’t complaining. Clare did really well on her first half-century, keeping up with the pack and showing a lot of improvement already. She also managed to tick off another first – falling off her bike, while stationary with her feet clipped in. To be fair to her, it was on the difficult 20%+ climb, and having run out of puff, unclipped one foot to put it down, only to fall over in the other direction. I didn’t see it (damn!), but now she’s broken her ‘clip-in fall over’ duck, just like every cyclist has to as a rite of passage. Rick Wates continued a long Wates tradition by falling over at standstill at a junction (again).
Although alone for the return to Putney, it was quick and enjoyable, with a slight tailwind to help me along at over 20mph most of the way. Slightly slower than that (!) over the punishing climb out of Shere onto the North Downs, but overall felt much better than any ride I’ve done over 50 miles so far this year. Finally home after 120 miles. Finished with a cold bath – Paula Radcliffe says it helps recovery – I say it was unbearably cold and is still unproven!
Good news is that my knee pain (see last week’s entry) has shown no signs of reappearing. I went to see a physio anyway during the week – she was as mystified as me – but said there appeared to be no damage to cartilage, tendons or ligaments, although control of my knee was poor due to weak glutes (new exercises to perform on a daily basis) and my ITB was very tight (back to the excruciating, self-induced pain of the foam roller). Very relieved to get a clean bill of health though.
I finally got a call from Holdsworth Cycles to say that my commute bike was ready for collection after a full service and a long wait for delivery of a new rim. The bike is now in excellent condition, with a new chain, cassette, front ring, gear/brake cables, brakes and a rebuilt rear wheel! Almost like new. What I love about Holdsworth Cycles is that they clearly take a lot of care over the service – granted they had my bike for over two weeks, but returned it in concours condition. I’m sure the mechanic had waxed the frame as I hadn’t seen it look that good since I bought it, and he’d also filed down and rounded off the broken edges of my mudguards which I’d snapped trying to bend them beyond their natural elastic limits! Nice change to be able to ring them later and compliment them rather than having to complain about the level of service as I've had to with lots of other companies.
And bmycharity, the fundraising website that the TdF (and I) are using, having previously sent notice that it was to close for lack of funding, has been saved by Help for Heroes, and is therefore to continue trading. Phew!
So a good week overall. Feeling positive.
Weekly totals
Commute – 89 miles
Other rides – 120 miles
Funds raised to date £1403.
The riders met up at Godalming station and the plan was to head out south and loop back east and north to take in some of the North Downs. I was a bit late arriving, having mistimed my cycle down there, but luckily spotted the TdF peloton turning out of Godalming onto a minor road just in time. The first half of the ride was fairly easy-paced, with a couple of longish stops for punctures, but no-one was complaining about hanging around in the unfamiliar warmth of the sun. Following a brief refill of hot chocolate and toasted panini in a picturesque café by a fishing / camping site - picturesque that is if you purged the unsightly caravans from your view of the lakes – the pace quickened a bit and there was some tidy group riding, with proper paired-up drafting (well done Steve, your coaching is starting to pay off…).
The real test of the ride was to come after 40 miles – especially tough for those who hadn’t ridden that kind of distance before. Turning north from the outskirts of Cranleigh there is a particularly menacing stretch of steep stuff that reaches a gradient of over 20% towards the top (double chevron on the OS map!). At this stage most of us have already misjudged it, believing the peak would come a lot sooner, so just when your body is really starting to hurt, the road steepens further and requires a final all-out lung-busting effort up the wall to the summit. The last time I’d ridden that climb I’d already had over 100 miles on the speedo, and was desperate to stop, but was forced to carry on climbing given the two cars behind me and no space to pass. This time, although I’d already completed about 75 miles, it was a whole lot easier, but still a hard grind. Of course, the reward for such energy-sapping graft is a stunning descent off the top, down into Shere through dappled sunlight cast by the beech and fir woods (which is even more amazing in autumn).
The loop was a little shorter than originally planned at 50 miles, but with the ride there already in my legs and the return to Putney still to come, I wasn’t complaining. Clare did really well on her first half-century, keeping up with the pack and showing a lot of improvement already. She also managed to tick off another first – falling off her bike, while stationary with her feet clipped in. To be fair to her, it was on the difficult 20%+ climb, and having run out of puff, unclipped one foot to put it down, only to fall over in the other direction. I didn’t see it (damn!), but now she’s broken her ‘clip-in fall over’ duck, just like every cyclist has to as a rite of passage. Rick Wates continued a long Wates tradition by falling over at standstill at a junction (again).
Although alone for the return to Putney, it was quick and enjoyable, with a slight tailwind to help me along at over 20mph most of the way. Slightly slower than that (!) over the punishing climb out of Shere onto the North Downs, but overall felt much better than any ride I’ve done over 50 miles so far this year. Finally home after 120 miles. Finished with a cold bath – Paula Radcliffe says it helps recovery – I say it was unbearably cold and is still unproven!
Good news is that my knee pain (see last week’s entry) has shown no signs of reappearing. I went to see a physio anyway during the week – she was as mystified as me – but said there appeared to be no damage to cartilage, tendons or ligaments, although control of my knee was poor due to weak glutes (new exercises to perform on a daily basis) and my ITB was very tight (back to the excruciating, self-induced pain of the foam roller). Very relieved to get a clean bill of health though.
I finally got a call from Holdsworth Cycles to say that my commute bike was ready for collection after a full service and a long wait for delivery of a new rim. The bike is now in excellent condition, with a new chain, cassette, front ring, gear/brake cables, brakes and a rebuilt rear wheel! Almost like new. What I love about Holdsworth Cycles is that they clearly take a lot of care over the service – granted they had my bike for over two weeks, but returned it in concours condition. I’m sure the mechanic had waxed the frame as I hadn’t seen it look that good since I bought it, and he’d also filed down and rounded off the broken edges of my mudguards which I’d snapped trying to bend them beyond their natural elastic limits! Nice change to be able to ring them later and compliment them rather than having to complain about the level of service as I've had to with lots of other companies.
And bmycharity, the fundraising website that the TdF (and I) are using, having previously sent notice that it was to close for lack of funding, has been saved by Help for Heroes, and is therefore to continue trading. Phew!
So a good week overall. Feeling positive.
Weekly totals
Commute – 89 miles
Other rides – 120 miles
Funds raised to date £1403.
Sunday 14 March 2010
New wheels :-) but new knee pain :-(
A big thank you to all who have donated to date – I have now passed the minimum fundraising commitment of £1200, but hope to secure many £1000s more for the William Wates Memorial Trust over the next few months. Especially as I’ve only sent emails to about 25% of my target list and only about 25% of those have responded at this early stage.
So this week I spent many enjoyable hours looking at the myriad of available wheel deals on the internet and cross-referencing to the huge number of very helpful reviews written by both cycling experts and mere mortals like me. However, in reality I was only going to consider either Campagnolo, which I know and like, or Mavic Kysrium, which I know several other people have and like. Clearly if money was not a limiting factor, I’d also be looking at Zipp wheels, which are generally thought to be pretty special – but being carbon are less resilient to potholes (and dogs – ask Marcus Burghardt, Tour de France 2007!) and are ridiculously expensive. In the end I decided on some Campaganolo Shamal Ultras after finding a very good price from an ebay merchant that was over £150 cheaper than the next best – they are 2 steps up in the product range from the ones I am replacing, so should deliver a better ride. Visually there is little difference other than being titanium coloured instead of the black on my current Zondas.
Very excited to receive the new wheels inside two days – thank you High On Bikes for an excellent service. They look and feel amazing. But I had a brief moment of panic when I saw the wheel size was 622x15c instead of the 700x23c that I’d been expecting – was that the reason they’d been such a good price? Feeling like a prize idiot I looked online to discover, to my great relief, that the former measurement is the newer international coding and the latter the older French version. Phew!
As the bike shop is still waiting for my new rim to be delivered for my commute bike, I had to ride into work on my new wheels. I thought initially that I was imagining that the Shamals are more smooth than the Zondas. But after a few rides on them, that is exactly what feels different about them – they are super smooth. Must be higher quality bearings used in the hub I suppose. Very pleased with them.
Took the afternoon off on Thursday to watch Molly in a school hockey tournament. They played 7 games in a round-robin format and did brilliantly, with a couple of crushing wins and some very tight games elsewhere that could have gone either way. I was really proud and impressed by Molly’s play and their team ended up with the bronze medal, very close to silver – a thoroughly enjoyable and exciting afternoon. I never really played hockey, but it’s a good spectator sport, although it looks quite vicious to play with sticks flying around the ankles, hands and head - almost makes road cycling look safe!
So all was going really well, and I was desperately looking forward to trying the new wheels out on a long ride on Sunday. But then, disaster! Sitting at my desk at work on Friday I could feel my left knee starting to get painful. Which was all very strange as I could not remember twisting it awkwardly or banging it on anything – I had moved my saddle forward by about 3 or 4 mm, but surely that couldn’t be the cause. By the time I got changed to go home at the end of the day, it was feeling exceedingly sore around the top of the knee, just where the quads join the knee above the patella - especially when flexing the leg at the knee. I had an uncomfortable and increasingly concerned ride home, and then the pain got worse over the rest of the evening to the point at which I could barely flex it. Now I was really worried – could this be the start of a really long lay-off the training, or worse jeopardise my entire participation in the event itself? How was my knee going to cope with repeated daily 110+ mileage over mountainous terrain if it broke down on a 15 mile commute?
As is the way these days, I attempted to undertake some self-diagnosis online. But there’s so much unqualified information and recommendation that it’s difficult to know I’d be following the right advice and not making it worse. However, the most likely causes looked like poor inner quad strength, pushing too-big gears, or just overtraining - but to me most of these would have involved a more gradual increase in pain compared to the sudden escalation I had experienced, apparently without specific trauma. I felt hugely frustrated and deflated, worrying about the worst-case scenario of how to break it to all those generous donors that I was no longer able to complete the TdF. But more out of desperation than expectation, I emptied the freezer of ice and sat with an ice pack over my knee for about 2 hours. Then went to bed.
Saturday morning I woke at around 7am and tentatively moved my leg – to my delight, although a bit sceptical initially, there appeared to have been a rapid improvement. I repeated the ice treatment on Saturday evening and by Sunday morning I was feeling no pain. Hugely tempted to go for long ride, I resisted in case I aggravated the injury and settled for a single lap of Richmond Park with Clare, at a fairly sedate pace, having reset my saddle to the previous position. No pain or other issues at all – all a bit mystifying and have booked in to see a physio next week to discuss /diagnose/treat. Talk about highs and lows!
Weekly totals
Commute – 83 miles
Other rides – 17 miles
Turbo – 1 hour
So this week I spent many enjoyable hours looking at the myriad of available wheel deals on the internet and cross-referencing to the huge number of very helpful reviews written by both cycling experts and mere mortals like me. However, in reality I was only going to consider either Campagnolo, which I know and like, or Mavic Kysrium, which I know several other people have and like. Clearly if money was not a limiting factor, I’d also be looking at Zipp wheels, which are generally thought to be pretty special – but being carbon are less resilient to potholes (and dogs – ask Marcus Burghardt, Tour de France 2007!) and are ridiculously expensive. In the end I decided on some Campaganolo Shamal Ultras after finding a very good price from an ebay merchant that was over £150 cheaper than the next best – they are 2 steps up in the product range from the ones I am replacing, so should deliver a better ride. Visually there is little difference other than being titanium coloured instead of the black on my current Zondas.
Very excited to receive the new wheels inside two days – thank you High On Bikes for an excellent service. They look and feel amazing. But I had a brief moment of panic when I saw the wheel size was 622x15c instead of the 700x23c that I’d been expecting – was that the reason they’d been such a good price? Feeling like a prize idiot I looked online to discover, to my great relief, that the former measurement is the newer international coding and the latter the older French version. Phew!
As the bike shop is still waiting for my new rim to be delivered for my commute bike, I had to ride into work on my new wheels. I thought initially that I was imagining that the Shamals are more smooth than the Zondas. But after a few rides on them, that is exactly what feels different about them – they are super smooth. Must be higher quality bearings used in the hub I suppose. Very pleased with them.
Took the afternoon off on Thursday to watch Molly in a school hockey tournament. They played 7 games in a round-robin format and did brilliantly, with a couple of crushing wins and some very tight games elsewhere that could have gone either way. I was really proud and impressed by Molly’s play and their team ended up with the bronze medal, very close to silver – a thoroughly enjoyable and exciting afternoon. I never really played hockey, but it’s a good spectator sport, although it looks quite vicious to play with sticks flying around the ankles, hands and head - almost makes road cycling look safe!
So all was going really well, and I was desperately looking forward to trying the new wheels out on a long ride on Sunday. But then, disaster! Sitting at my desk at work on Friday I could feel my left knee starting to get painful. Which was all very strange as I could not remember twisting it awkwardly or banging it on anything – I had moved my saddle forward by about 3 or 4 mm, but surely that couldn’t be the cause. By the time I got changed to go home at the end of the day, it was feeling exceedingly sore around the top of the knee, just where the quads join the knee above the patella - especially when flexing the leg at the knee. I had an uncomfortable and increasingly concerned ride home, and then the pain got worse over the rest of the evening to the point at which I could barely flex it. Now I was really worried – could this be the start of a really long lay-off the training, or worse jeopardise my entire participation in the event itself? How was my knee going to cope with repeated daily 110+ mileage over mountainous terrain if it broke down on a 15 mile commute?
As is the way these days, I attempted to undertake some self-diagnosis online. But there’s so much unqualified information and recommendation that it’s difficult to know I’d be following the right advice and not making it worse. However, the most likely causes looked like poor inner quad strength, pushing too-big gears, or just overtraining - but to me most of these would have involved a more gradual increase in pain compared to the sudden escalation I had experienced, apparently without specific trauma. I felt hugely frustrated and deflated, worrying about the worst-case scenario of how to break it to all those generous donors that I was no longer able to complete the TdF. But more out of desperation than expectation, I emptied the freezer of ice and sat with an ice pack over my knee for about 2 hours. Then went to bed.
Saturday morning I woke at around 7am and tentatively moved my leg – to my delight, although a bit sceptical initially, there appeared to have been a rapid improvement. I repeated the ice treatment on Saturday evening and by Sunday morning I was feeling no pain. Hugely tempted to go for long ride, I resisted in case I aggravated the injury and settled for a single lap of Richmond Park with Clare, at a fairly sedate pace, having reset my saddle to the previous position. No pain or other issues at all – all a bit mystifying and have booked in to see a physio next week to discuss /diagnose/treat. Talk about highs and lows!
Weekly totals
Commute – 83 miles
Other rides – 17 miles
Turbo – 1 hour
Funds raised to date £1403
Sunday 7 March 2010
First signs of Spring
This was the week the sun came back from wherever it’s been hiding for the last few months. Not exactly warm, as there’s been a cold Easterly wind all week as well, but standing in the sun and out of the wind you could definitely feel some Spring warmth (through the still multiple layers of winter clothing). And it didn’t rain – hoorah!
With my commute bike still being mended, I used the mountain bike to get into work this week. Shod with nobbly tyres, it’s not great for use on the road, and I had to get used to the humiliation of slow speeds and being overtaken all the time by faster roadies on the very competitive Embankment commute home. Looking for the positive, maybe harder riding is good training time…
Had a very tough mid-week turbo session, where I used a pyramid style programme to gradually build up to a peak of effort and then slowly wind it down again. Not sure whether it’s more tortuous on the way up or way down, but it hurt like hell on both sides! My heart rate was up in the 160-180bpm range throughout versus average of around 140bpm when out on long rides. I watched the second episode of Michael Palin’s trip along the Himalayas during the session (conveniently 1 hour long), which was of particular interest to me this time as he travelled through Northern India, visiting some of the places where I’d spent 6 months in 1990 as an 18 year old, trying to lose my public school persona through the very unoriginal (and almost definitely ineffective) route of long hair and earrings. Fond memories of Simla, Dharamsala/Mcleodganj – especially when Palin had a private audience with the Dalai Lama, as I had done with my fellow teachers in 1990. Not sure I really fully appreciated then that I was meeting a World leader, a Noble Peace Prize winner and an icon of our times.
I’d intended to get 90 miles done this weekend, but in the end managed only 77 miles. But I was totally spent by the end of it, having ridden the second half into a stiff cold breeze, and I took in several hard climbs in the North Downs, so feel it was a good training session overall despite the lower than planned mileage. But I realise that I’ve got to get a lot more hill-work into my weekly rides from now on. It was also my first ride of the year on my ‘summer’ bike, which was kinda special – it is very light and incredibly stiff, so great for climbing and handles superbly (it’s the one in the photo at the top of the page). Good to be reacquainted after about 4 months apart. However, on inspection I noticed (like my commute bike last week) that the rear wheel rim is now quite well worn and probably needs replacing relatively soon – Mr Fun says the opportunity to spend more money on kit is always appealing and the perfect chance to upgrade. Mr Sensible says keep the cost down and make do or at worst replace with like. So I know that next week I’ll be checking lots of wheel deals and working hard to justify any upgrade potential to myself…(starting now) it will of course be sensible to replace them (see I’ve already convinced myself that both front and rear wheels should be replaced) before they are completely spent, as I’d then have a spare pair to take on the TdF with me incase anything breaks on the new set.
Weekly totals
Commute – 75 miles
Other rides – 77 miles
Turbo – 1 hour
Christenings – 4 brothers, all in one go!
Funds raised to date £975
With my commute bike still being mended, I used the mountain bike to get into work this week. Shod with nobbly tyres, it’s not great for use on the road, and I had to get used to the humiliation of slow speeds and being overtaken all the time by faster roadies on the very competitive Embankment commute home. Looking for the positive, maybe harder riding is good training time…
Had a very tough mid-week turbo session, where I used a pyramid style programme to gradually build up to a peak of effort and then slowly wind it down again. Not sure whether it’s more tortuous on the way up or way down, but it hurt like hell on both sides! My heart rate was up in the 160-180bpm range throughout versus average of around 140bpm when out on long rides. I watched the second episode of Michael Palin’s trip along the Himalayas during the session (conveniently 1 hour long), which was of particular interest to me this time as he travelled through Northern India, visiting some of the places where I’d spent 6 months in 1990 as an 18 year old, trying to lose my public school persona through the very unoriginal (and almost definitely ineffective) route of long hair and earrings. Fond memories of Simla, Dharamsala/Mcleodganj – especially when Palin had a private audience with the Dalai Lama, as I had done with my fellow teachers in 1990. Not sure I really fully appreciated then that I was meeting a World leader, a Noble Peace Prize winner and an icon of our times.
I’d intended to get 90 miles done this weekend, but in the end managed only 77 miles. But I was totally spent by the end of it, having ridden the second half into a stiff cold breeze, and I took in several hard climbs in the North Downs, so feel it was a good training session overall despite the lower than planned mileage. But I realise that I’ve got to get a lot more hill-work into my weekly rides from now on. It was also my first ride of the year on my ‘summer’ bike, which was kinda special – it is very light and incredibly stiff, so great for climbing and handles superbly (it’s the one in the photo at the top of the page). Good to be reacquainted after about 4 months apart. However, on inspection I noticed (like my commute bike last week) that the rear wheel rim is now quite well worn and probably needs replacing relatively soon – Mr Fun says the opportunity to spend more money on kit is always appealing and the perfect chance to upgrade. Mr Sensible says keep the cost down and make do or at worst replace with like. So I know that next week I’ll be checking lots of wheel deals and working hard to justify any upgrade potential to myself…(starting now) it will of course be sensible to replace them (see I’ve already convinced myself that both front and rear wheels should be replaced) before they are completely spent, as I’d then have a spare pair to take on the TdF with me incase anything breaks on the new set.
Weekly totals
Commute – 75 miles
Other rides – 77 miles
Turbo – 1 hour
Christenings – 4 brothers, all in one go!
Funds raised to date £975
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