WAY OF THE ROSES DAY 3

DUNNINGTON TO BRIDLINGTON.

I awoke in the middle of the night with the rain lashing against the window next to my bed.
Not a great nights sleep. I'd dined at the nearby  Windmill Inn earlier and had a rather nice braised steak with, you guessed it, a Black Sheep, The B&B like the weather , was a bit of a wash out. I'd struggled to get anywhere near to York due to it being race weekend at the time of booking in February, so this was the best I could do given the budget. I won't dwell on it, in fact I may be being a bit harsh, perhaps the foul mood I was in when I arrived due to that days weather and events, tainted my view. On Trip Advisor, it features strongly, so who am I to judge.

I left the B&B again at 9:30 almost straight onto an off road section, which in normal June weather would be dry and firm. This was like a ploughed field, with narrow tyres and heavy panniers  I was off to  a slow start.
After a mile or so I was, thankfully, back on tarmac and following the route signs. It was raining, but not heavy, so I could happily ride and stay cool.
Today's route took me through some beautiful villages and scenery, I met several weekend club riders, who I managed to stay with for a wee while,until the hills, when they left me. The roads here where single track and even though I was out in the sticks the traffic was constant which meant I had a bit of a frustrating stop start section. It's amazing the attitude towards cyclists from different drivers here ,some drove past me like I wasn't even there. Others did everything they could to prevent me from stopping on a much needed downhill bit.

Before I knew it the aches and pains of the previous days events were easing and the sun came out. The wind had turned from the last two days in my favour and I might say it was going well. All of a sudden I was 25 miles from Bridlington. In my mind that was a quick Sunday morning run out on my road bike,  so I felt good..

Village after village still strewn with bunting and union flags rolled by, passing through the town of  Driffield I was slowed by at least 4 rail crossing points and I was sorely tempted by a beautiful looking pub in the village of Harpham. I knew I wasn't too far and the thought of stopping so near my target was the deciding factor for me to push on.
One last climb from Burton Agnes uphill and along a road towards the coast. It was here I got my first sight of the sea and as the road dropped and I gained speed , I thought I'm going to make it .
As I got to the suburbs of Bridlington I was chased by a dog from the traveler's site adjacent to the road. No trip would be complete without being chased by a dog. I had the measure of it , only because it was downhill.

The route took me through old Bridlington, which looked quaint and quite nice. However I was soon into the new run down seaside bit before, there it was the sea.  I could smell it, a sign said I was 1 mile from the finish, as I turned onto the coast road the wind  almost stopped me dead.Quickly down to the Granny gears and the final push. I looked for the sign, but couldn't see it, initially I rode past it before flagging down a passing lifeguard patrol, who pointed it out.. Made it . Officially 170 miles  of beautiful scenery and challenging hills.

As the  iPhone was still playing up I text Mrs S. to see if she'd arrived, she had but was further up in a car park. As she made her way to me a couple passing spotted the sign and asked if I'd just completed it ?
Proud as Punch, I said yes and began to bore them with tales of hellish weather, winds and rain. As they listened the man said "so are you riding back the same way then". Quite frankly I couldn't walk to the chip shop opposite. With that Mrs S. appeared and after a kiss and photo, me, not the couple,she kindly walked to the chip shop for me. We both sat in the car looking out to sea, enjoying haddock & chips,  not "Swans", but good.

The bike on the roof rack, I watched several cycle parties have a photo call near the sign, some finishing, some setting off. No doubt some eventful incidents will take place on their journey to.

All in all it's been enjoyable, granted the weather was gruesome at times and I've aches and bruises everywhere. I'm grateful for all those that supported me on the ride and those that donated. I do this 'cause I can but the main reason is to raise money for those that can't and in the memory of our friend and colleague Martin Russell who did.

WAY OF THE ROSES DAY 2

PATELEY BRIDGE TO DUNNINGTON

In the words of Sir Freddie as he'd probably be known by now, " Thunderbolt & lightening, very very frightening me". This was a day I'll not forget in a while, it shall be remembered as "Two Thunderstorms, One crash & One stupid pedestrian".

I awoke in the B&B and my hosts prepared me an award winning full English. Magnificent local Yorkshire produce lovingly prepared. I set off at 9.30 into the mists and had to put my lights on.
It was 10am in June,however I had 15 miles of climb then it was downhill from there.

Despite the warnings of poor weather the previous day I was gladened to see it had blown through overnight and looked promising. As I climbed higher the sun broke through and all was well. The route took me through Ripon and the grounds of Fountains Abbey through some pretty villages, then under the A1 and onward to York.I was making great time and looking forward to a stop in York and perhaps a Sam Smiths by the river if the weather held

As I neared Linton on Ouse and the RAF base there, the clouds darkened and wind picked up.
I was exposed out in the sticks and tried to quicken up. It was too late, the heavens opened and an almighty thunderstorm unleashed above me. I dived into a nearby hedge to take shelter as lightening struck the ground half a mile away. I got soaked and had to wait 10 minutes for it to pass. I checked the map to see I was about 15 miles from York, apart from the weather,the plan was looking good and hopefully I'd be there mid afternoon. I sent a position update just outside York, little did I know this would be  the last of the day.

As I approached the village of my surname I turned  a corner to see a tunnel underneath the main east coast rail line. As I got to it, the recent rain had flooded the tunnel, as it was on a slope. I slowed and rode on the crown of the road, as this would be the shallowest point. BANG, I hit a brick or stone which was submerged under the water, the next thing I knew was I was sent flying over the handlebars face first into the water. Taking my front pannier with me, it's contents including my iPhone and wallet thrown into the murky water. At the time a couple walking nearby saw me and helped. I had to forage for my phone , wallet and glasses  like some crazed fisherman. Unbelievably both me and the bike were fine. As I was sorting myself out, another cyclist came under but I managed to stop him before he went A over T.

I gathered my composure and rode on, again watching the storm clouds gather.Caught in another thunderstorm again and another soaking as I rode along the Ouse. I may as well have swam this bit.. After winding my way around into rush hour York, deciding my drink by the river would have to wait until another time. I rode through the city centre chaos using the cycle lanes, some daft cow ran across in front of me because it was raining and the traffic was held. I slammed on and nearly went over the the handlebars for a second time that day, she apologised, when she took the fag out of her mouth.....Muppet . I was diverted due to a cycle path closure just outside York, taking me a few minutes to check the map in the rain I eventually reached Dunnington at 4.30pm . A bizarre B&B.

The iPhone had suffered a dunking and is now playing up. It's on  radiator in the room drying out.
So if you waiting for an update that's why. Fingers crossed it will have dried out in a few hours.

WAY OF THE ROSES DAY 1

MORECAMBE TO PATELEY BRIDGE

An early start,I was up at 5am and Mrs S. took me to Morecambe for 7am. A bit of preparation and a few photos and I was off. Got 100 yrds before I remembered I'd left my sunglasses on the bench.False start before I was off again.

 It was a nice flat run off road through Morecambe and Lancaster thanks to  Dr.Beeching and his railway re-form. A diversion just beyond Lancaster confused me for a bit until I found the right path. It was out in the open and hills then.

 A RUTHLESS easterly wind hit me as a became more exposed and higher.One downside of doing this solo and unsupported is that the bike is heavy with kit and this takes it's toll in the hills. Despite the headwind I made good progress and rode through it.The up and down nature of these hills means constant gear changes and it wasn't long before the chain was off and jammed. It took me 30 minutes to sort it. Fixed, I sailed into Settle and decided on a butty stop. Local sausage and a brew.

This was  to be my last rest as the hills were severe from now. A veritcal climb out of Settle had me out of the saddle then off the bike, it was gruesome. The winds grew stronger as I climbed higher into the hills,to say progress was slow would be an understatement,  lots of false summits and too few downhill bits sapped me.

I reached one of my favourite Yorkshire pubs "The Angel Inn at Hetton", sadly to see them close after lunch, just as well really. But it was nice to reach it by bike for a change.

Another gruesome climb for 9 miles followed this before the last 2 into Pateley Bridge, which if you know, is a great downhill bit.Dropping just under 1000ft  in 2 miles it took me almost 50 mins to do the 5 miles before and 3 mins to do the last 2 miles into the B&B.

A hearty meal at a nearby pub and a Black Sheep followed by a Copper Dragon Golden Pippin was the reward.

Weather for tomorrow looks grim so fingers crossed.

One month to go

Preparations slow but sure, there may be some winging it involved in the run up, but I'm hopeful things are going to plan. The bike seems fine and has had little use as I've been using the road bike mainly. Just altered the "Just Giving" site and I'll be soliciting donations soon via Twitter & Facebook.

Decision Made

I've decided to complete another Coast to Coast, this time it will be The Way of The Roses. Another 170 mile route solo and unsupported starting in Morecambe across Lancashire and North Yorkshire to Bridlington.
I've set myself 3 days as I did on last years Hadrian's Cycle. I plan to set off on Thursday 14th June 2012 reaching Bridlington on Saturday 16th all being well. Again this will be in support of The Motor Neurone Assoc. Charity in memory of Martin Russell - Donation requests soon.

Winter Blues

Summer is over now, with the first signs of snow and gale force winds,I am struggling to maintain a monthly target of 150 miles. This is purely to keep my cycle fitness level up,as I'm no longer able to cycle to work. I'm currently looking into next year's challenge. a couple of options present themselves along with a desire to do more "BIKE EVENT" rides. Watch this space.

Manchester to Blackpool Bike Events 10th July 2011

We left the house for Manchester at 7am Sunday morning with the bike on the roof rack, not surprisingly the roads were empty. However upon reaching Old Trafford we were met with thousands of like-minded people. Thankfully the weather seemed calm, at this point anyhow. I left Lady S., who kindly once again had dropped me off at the start. I joined the queue filtering toward the start line. With only seconds to spare I managed a quick photo before we were off.

I've never cycled in a large group before and I estimate there were 7 thousand plus riders participating, given the race numbers I spotted en route. The first 5 miles were slow due to the numbers but we soon strung out and I was able to get up a head of steam, albeit for a few miles. Some great sights amongst riders, some in fancy dress , some club riders on very expensive steeds and some very brave souls who appeared to have found their bike in the canal and jumped on it to ride 62 miles. I followed one guy for a bit who's back wheel was like a 50p piece, remarkable effort !
It would have been folly to think I could have made it without getting a soaking. I was right, as we reached the area of Standish and Chorley the heavens opened and I got proper wet along with several hundred others.

Tree cover here was at best sparce and the covered bus stops were full of cyclists gazing hopefully up to the heavens. I stopped breifly to put on a waterproof but ploughed on regardless. Within 3 miles I'd past the downpour and was approaching Preston when I hit some broken sunshine.
Up until this point there had been little wind, but as I left Preston I felt the wind pick up, a sure sign of nearing the coast. 50 miles in with a headwind I felt the recent holiday start to kick in. Very slow at Lytham due to the traffic and narrow roads, but as I got beyond that I hit the GPS tracker on the iphone and rode on. The first sight of The Big One & The Tower greeted me a couple of miles out as I neared the finish line. The crowd swelled and sun came out, the last mile felt great.

Lifted by the number of people there to wave us on I was tempted with a sprint finish, but decided it could all go wrong infront of thousands. So I free-wheeled in and crossed the line to be given a Certificate,Soreen loaf, bottle of water, Kendal Mint Cake,energy drink gel,shampoo & joint rub.I have no idea what condition they expected the riders to be in when they finished to supply them with these goodies ? Couldn't have been more different to last month when I finished Hadrian's Cycle with no one there other than a stray dog.
Lady S. had tried to be there to greet me, but due to the numbers had been forced to park several streets away and missed my finish. 62 miles in 4hrs 33 minutes.( with stops ) I cycled to meet her at The Sand Castle, South Shore and celebrated with and ice cream from Pablo's opposite. The obligatory photo , during which I kind woman who'd noticed my t-shirt asked my time and if I was cycling for MNDA . Then gave me a donation of £5 bless her.