London to Paris - Day Four ( Compiegne to Paris ) 29/09/13

Firstly,apologies for the lateness of this post, it was a pretty full, exciting and eventful day. Rising at 6am for a 7am breakfast again, I was becoming accustomed to the routine by now. I knew exactly what I was going to eat and in what order, was I becoming an institutionalised L2P cyclist ? Water bottles filled and a final check of tyre pressures for the last hussar into Paris.

Just over 50 miles to go on the final day

 Leaving the Ibis here and setting off along the river my attempt to reach Paris was almost thwarted by "Rocket Ron" who beckoned my from behind as I reached a set of unseen bollards. Missing them by inches I decided to not do this again until at least tomorrow. The first 10 miles of this last 50 plus mile leg was nice and flat, but given More Adventure's thirst for a nice hill or two, it wasn't long before we were climbing again. The legs were pretty leaden by now and I slowly ground my way to the top for a brief rest with those ahead.

Love these French roads

The weather was holding as there was a watery sun in the sky trying to break through here. Conditions were once again calm. This early climb seemed to kick start the weary body into action and before I knew it I was at the front with the "Elite Group" , well sort of. In our tight group we spun along at a hairy pace up and down the rolling silky tarmac roads of the French countryside, each mile closer to the goal. A stop for a very early lunch here near to a park was welcome indeed.

Brunch

From here on in it was going to get busy. Despite it being a Sunday, Paris is Paris and I was truly excited at the thought of negotiating the Arc de Triomphe.  The roads did get busier and the charming suburbs rolled by. Local like-minded children in the "interesting" Saint Denis came out on their own bikes to ride alongside us, performing stunts or just watching from the central reservation. After this we were then suddenly stopped by a Sunday flee market about a mile long which forced us off our bikes. Having no choice but to walk it in cleats. I couldn't have stopped a pig in a passage with the way my legs looked after this.

Once all through safely we rode on before grouping near to the Arc. In one big uniformed line of pairs we raced across this iconic landmark, an absolute thrill  if I'm to be honest. I could have done this again and again , it was a real treat. Immediately onto the Champs-Elysees and down those famous cobbles to eventually arrive in the park opposite the Eiffel Tower...... We'd made it ! Such a feeling of achievement and we'd all got there in one piece.

The lead out through the streets of Paris

Outside The George V ( Not a part of the Ibis chain )

The Team

Made it !

With that we had a 5 mile ride to the hotel, so no chance of a sit down then ! Showered and changed we had a group meal and one or two small cream sherries to celebrate. A good night was had by all. A great group of people who shared a rather challenging adventure and raised some good money for all our fantastic charities  along with www.moreadventure.co.uk

THANK YOU ALL. 

London to Paris - Day Three ( Arras to Compiegne ) 28/09/13

Sam was surprisingly clear headed this morning given his birthday celebrations, so no chance of getting near to him on the bike,today then ! Still he was a little lacking in appetite for breakfast at 7 am, a legacy of the night before. We grouped at 8am again outside the Ibis ready for another 70 plus miles to Compiegne. The weather was calm again with the potential of more sun later. Sun cream at the ready to top up those Belgian tan lines !

Outside the Ibis Arras

The ride out of Arras was another beautiful one and took us through the area of the Somme. Glorious watery light veiled the fields either side as the roads became more exposed to the wind. There's no shelter here other than that provided by your fellow riders. Sion and Sam were up at the front again with our "Rocket Ron"  and I was conserving my energy and enjoying the countryside again.

Check of the Garmin's

These wind farms are a big clue to the prevailing weather here.

We stopped near to a Commonwealth war cemetery which had a very sobering effect on all the riders, what pain we were feeling on the ride was nothing compared to what we could see here.
These were long stretches of exposed road now and you're at the mercy of mother nature. Thankfully she was having a good day and winds, although testing could have been much worse.A brief coffee stop to recharge the batteries and we were off again.

Coffee stop

Commonwealth Cemetery in the Somme area

Chaingangs  formed and speeds zipped along as we eventually rode into Compiegne. Another Ibis to tick off here, Showered and changed we made our way to an all you can eat Asian buffet, ( little did they know we'd cycled over 70 miles and were just a tad hungry )  A few refreshing recovery beers in the light rain outside before retiring to bed. Another fifty plus miles to Paris in the morning, Praying this weather will hold !

London to Paris - Day Two ( Calais to Arras ) 27/09/13

Day two and Sam's birthday, we awoke in the Ibis with heavy legs to meet for breakfast at 7am . As much as we could eat to give us energy for that days ride. We assembled at the front of the hotel at 8 am and were off, another 70 plus miles to the town of Arras. The weather was calm but chilly and the first few miles fairly flat. Soon enough the roads started to open up and the rolling nature was for me, a real thrill. Silky smooth tarmac and beautiful views along minor French roads was an absolute cyclist's dream. However there were several stings in the tail along the way. Some long climbs made it interesting, at least for the legs and lungs. I felt good and so did Sion and Sam too. Strong riding amongst the group as well meant we were all making good time. Lunch at the side of the road was again a smorgasbord of French fare, enough to power us through for the afternoon.

Rest at the top of the hill

Which way now ?

Roadside Lunch

By the afternoon the sun was out and road continued to roll up and down, glorious cycling conditions. As we rode into Arras, a beautiful town, the cobbles shook us upon  reaching the second Ibis of the trip. Another leg completed and time for a quick shower. It was out to a pre booked restaurant and time to celebrate Sam's 23rd. This had the potential to get very messy as we had a rendition of "Bon Anniversaire" in the restaurant followed by a visit to the local French Karaoke bar, a first for me at least.

Nearly There

Sam's Birthday

Sam proved his worth with a large whisky, followed by a cocktail bought by the rest of the group and the guys at more adventure. This after several red wines in the restaurant before. Good effort Sam and good luck for tomorrow!

Arras at night

One of the best days I've had on the bike. Tomorrow Arras to Compiegne.    

London To Paris - Day One ( Greenwich to Calais ) 26/09/13

The night before the off, Sam ,Sion and I had met in Greenwich where we were all staying. A mixture of apprehension, delirium and excitement filled the room in the Pizza Express as we carb loaded that evening. We had the kit ready and the bikes assembled for the following morning.

Kit Ready The Night Before.

Black Heath Common at the Start

That morning Sam and I met Sion outside the Premier Inn and from there with our backpacks and kit we rode across Greenwich Park to Black Heath Common where we were due to met the guys of More Adventure. 7 am we were there meeting the rest of the riders , in fact all 23 of them. By 8 am we were off on the ride out of London. A stop start hellish pedal through the worst London has to offer, the only saving grace was it wasn't raining. As we got further out of the capital things seemed easier except for a few sharp climbs which took some of us, me,  by surprise. With little time to recover we were climbing again. It took it's toll  despite the training I'd done this year. Through the rolling countryside of Kent and toward Dover we rode, stopping for lunch at 42 miles in. This was a brief pause to regain the energy levels.

 Soon enough we were on the outskirts of Dover, which to be fair has seen better days. By now we were nearly 70 miles in without any punctures, however Sion was to be the first, 2 miles from Dover.
 We were lucky enough to have Dover Port employees in our group who with their connections eased our passage to the ferry and front of the queue. Just when we thought we'd seen the last climb of the day, we had to ride up the steep gangway onto the ferry. Bikes stored we headed for the restaurant. It's hard not to constantly think of food on these rides.

The only puncture of the day 2 miles from Dover

Curry and rice hit the spot as we sailed across The Channel. Docking, we were last off and by now it was dark and with 4 miles to ride , we streamed around Calais with lights flickering until we reached our first hotel.

The group rode well, but it was a tough first day even though the weather had been kind.The small mercy of little wind and no rain was a sign from the cycling gods that this could be a good few days.

Nearly Time

Just a tad over two weeks before Sam ,Sion and I set off on this adventure along with several others, please donate to a very worthy charity and follow us on this blog along the way. Bon Chance to all Riders !

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Manchester to Blackpool Bike Events 14/07/13

Third year of my participation in this event and the one that started it all off back in 2011. The Manchester to Blackpool run has nurtured a soft spot in my heart over the last few years and I signed up as soon as the date was released earlier this year. So I sported the low number of 22 on the handlebars in an event of thousands.
Last year I left the start line along with friends and relatives, however they were all out of the country this time around. I'm not sure whether that's a poor refection on me or the event, but suffice to say I was alone again this year. Last year we had spoken about riding home from Blackpool after the event should the weather be nice. This was something I'd never contemplated when I rolled over the finish line back in 2011. It just shows you how more confident I am with my fitness and riding now.
So the glorious summer was now into it's third week and there was no excuse not to at least try the ride back home from Blackpool this year, so the scene was set. Sunday morning 6 am and this time Mrs.S. was employed to drive me and the bike again to Old Trafford for my start time of 7:30 am.
A brief check and photo before riding through the filter gate to hand in my registration card and collect a map.

Me in shadow at the start -
Chez Moyes

A thin veil of cloud covered the sky but it was still warm and getting warmer.
There were not too many riders here at this time but a constant stream gathered behind me as we awaited enough to start the next group off.
I started  slowly as the roads tend to be a little congested as riders sort themselves out depending on their ability. Also in the back of my mind was the thought of a 100 mile ride if I was to ride home from Blackpool. However I was keen to beat last years time and try and get to Blackpool in less than 4 hours.
Within a few miles I'd got myself into a comfortable pace and seemed to be making good progress.
The route was almost exactly the same as previous years with the odd small deviation. I had set my sights on a quick food stop again at the Bowling Green Inn, which is roughly halfway. There I took on my flapjack quota and two bananas along with a bottle of chilled water from a small concession outside.

The Bowling Green Inn

I took a few minutes to admire one or two of the bikes there as riders arrived and departed, but before I got too comfortable I jumped back on the bike and set off again. This time I joined a small group and we rode a brisk pace through the chaotic Preston and out  towards the seaside. By now the weather was hot, the cloud had burnt off and sun blazing. Through Lytham the road had been closed for a running event, this greatly helped all the riders on a car free stretch. I'd made great time and had even left one or two competent looking riders in my wake. I was rather shocked how good I felt, but given all the riding I've done lately I shouldn't have been surprised.
As I turned onto the front at Blackpool, where they close the road,  I engineered my finish so I would be relatively alone as I crossed the line. I love the finish here. They set it up to funnel you in and there is always a receptive crowd. This year as I rolled in, straightening my cycle top hands off the bars the crowd was bigger than I'd ever seen before.
To rapturous applause I stopped to pick up my Soreen, water and certificate and remembered to stop the Garmin. A riding time of 3:39 hrs meant I'd smashed last years time by about half an hour.
Next to the finish was a large field with a tented village, there seemed to be hundreds of riders having already completed the route. I scratched my head at some of the sights there, wondering what time some of these must have set off.
I propped the bike up against a rather flash bike shelter and sat opposite on the grass. In my mind I had already made the decision to ride home. So after the required flapjack re fuel and top up of water I rode onto South Shore behind the finish where I could take a quick snap and sort out the Garmin.

Propped up in the rather flash bike shelter

View from the handlebars of the big one

I had picked a route back slightly different from the one I'd just ridden and decided to go through Lytham town centre. This turned out to be a bit of a mistake as by now it was gridlocked.
I was heading back towards Preston so I could pick up the A59. It was hard to avoid missing the Bike Events route on the way back though. I looked across the carriageway to see an endless stream of cyclists, seemingly all welded together, heading towards Blackpool.
Preston was again chaotic and I was glad to get out the other side unscathed. A few more cyclists who had completed the run joined me here briefly. We parted on the way out as they rode off in a different direction.
The A59 is not a particular pleasant road this side of Preston and it was a bit of a slog. I got to Tarleton where I was low on water and food bars. I decided that I would carry on to Rufford where I'd stop and have a break. I contemplated stopping at my usual cafe there, but given the beautiful weather I knew it would be standing room only and quite literally a bun fight getting served. I thought the petrol station in Rufford may be open so I could fill up the bottles and have a snack. To my disappointment as I rode onto the forecourt it was closed.
Opposite, shaded under a tree, a bench beckoned me to sit down. I drank the dregs of my water bottles thinking what my next move should be.
I'd had enough of main roads by now and decided to make a break for a farm tea shop about 3 or 4 miles further on my route home.
I rode there to find it open and with a chiller cabinet full of cold drinks I dug into my jersey for loose change. Home made flapjacks graced the table next to the cabinet. Two cans and a flapjack later I was ready for the final push. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't feel a tad jaded at this point but I was still comfortable.
I set off and within forty minutes of leaving I was pulling up on my drive just after 3 pm.

So there you have it, my first ride over the magic ton and in fact 105 miles in total. I had left Manchester at 07:30 that morning on what can only be described as a full day cycling.

All is looking fine for London to Paris in September, fingers crossed the weather will hold.

Liverpool Chester Liverpool 20th Anniversary - 7th July 2013

In previous years I have been unable to do this ride as it's often been on the same day as other events. However this year I was able to take part in and registered early.
As we seem to experiencing a "proper" summer, this month anyway, it was looking like a cracking event. Another ride whereby Mrs S. could have a lie in, I'm spoiling this woman. I got everything ready the night before and set the alarm for 5.30am . I had even had a few bits sorted on the bike, gears reset, replacement seat post, and a new front Schwalbe tyre. On that note if you use Schwalbe Ultremo ZX tyres then be careful. This front tyre had buckled and was misshapen and could have blown at a very crucial time.
So the bike was tip top all it needed was the rider to be the same. I awoke before the alarm and got ready. The plan was to ride the 10 miles or so to Liverpool ready for the 8am start . My intentions were to get there early and soak in a bit of the atmosphere before enjoying the thrill of riding through the older of the two Mersey tunnels.
I left the house just after 6.45 am and with the roads to myself on another beautiful Sunday morning I rode out. I was but one mile into it when I felt the rear tyre wobble and feel very wrong. Assuming I had a puncture I pulled up and checked it. Bizarrely it was still fully inflated. I couldn't believe that this tyre had also buckled just like the front had. So much for Schwalbe Ultremo's then. Luckily I wasn't far from home and rode straight back.
I threw a spare Gatorskin tyre on the rear quickly and within twenty minutes I was riding back toward Liverpool again. Thankfully on quiet roads I was there at the tunnel for 7.30 and in position for 7.45.

Riders ready at the start

I reset the Garmin and double checked everything whilst listening to the compare talk a lot about nothing. It was then I spotted an old work colleague, Mr P. I had spoken via email and Strava earlier in the year and we'd loosely arranged to give each other a nod if we saw ourselves. I'd tipped him off with my race number and a late sartorial change so he could spot me, but it wasn't necessary now.
He was slightly behind me at the start so when the flag dropped I rode slowly for him to catch me up.
I was busy chatting to him and completely missed the fact I was riding through the tunnel. An impatient woman on an immediate sprint behind us , who had to be Mark Cavendish's mum, flew past as if the Champs Elysees was just in sight.
Out of the tunnel we rode and chatted all the way to the halfway point at Chester. It was warm by now, so a welcome break and a chance to refill our water bottles, even if the queue did resemble a scene from an African village during a drought.

Halfway at Chester

So far the route had been hill free, well almost, I felt good. A bit of social media updating and a few flapjacks later we were ready for the return leg. The organisers had left what few hills there are on the Wirral for this bit obviously. One or two of them caught me by surprise, but nothing too taxing. By now the riders were strung out, the hills tend to have this effect.
Again chatting away made the miles disappear quicker than normal and before we knew it we were six miles from the finish.
I was looking forward to the run back through the tunnel. A brief stop at the entrance to sort out a shoe and we both set off. It's a smooth tarmac surface downhill and I decided to give it a flat out go. Sadly the GPS doesn't work underground so I've no real idea of the speed, but it felt fast. Mr P. was reaping the benefits of my ample frame as he slip streamed me down hill , but as we all know, what goes down always goes up. The climb up out of the tunnel at the end of the 50 miles is a tad cruel but unavoidable, but Mr. P's suggestion of a finish line at the bottom of the hill in the tunnel was a good one.
I still felt good and the grind to the top of the hill was a long one but I crossed the finish line in the style of Peter Sagan, but they were a tough crowd to please. Thrust into my hand was a bottle of water, a medal of completion and a pamphlet on a charity sky dive . I barely had time to get out of the way, when I turned to see Mr.P cross the line a minute or so later. His good lady had attended to await his finish and she had thoughtfully bought us both ice lolly pops, bless her.

We watched a few more participants finish and posed for the obligatory post ride photo.  We both agreed to ride home together at more of a warm down pace. So after a rehydrate we both set off for home.

My first time on the LCL and it had been a beautiful day, all the better for the good company. It had been over twenty years since I had spent this much time with Mr. P. and by the sounds of it we'll both  be back for the 21st LCL next year.

60 MILES & still looking fairly fresh.

Mr. P with Ice Pop