Once again, Team Grumpy entered the Corporate category. Sadly, the 35th Duo Normand was marred by a fatal accident.
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Prologue
Team Grumpy had initially thought that 2019 would see us missing only the second Duo Normand since our first visit to Marigny in 2003, owing to various family commitments. However, in late spring, a change in date for the 2019 event was announced. Instead of being run on the 22nd September, it would now be held on 15th September. I'm not sure of the reasons, but the UCI World Championships were due to be held on 22nd-29th September, so maybe the worry was that the turnout of professionals might have been reduced on the original date.
Not only was the date changed, but the entry system was outsourced to a third party. When the entry system went live, Team Grumpy was initially a bit perplexed but the whole process seemed to be complete when we received email confirmation.
Stage 1 - Travelling to Normandy, 11th September
After a minor crisis involving a mislaid racing licence, one half of Team Grumpy finally set off from Wales, and arrived in Bedfordshire a bit after 4pm. The car was loaded with my kit, we had some refreshments and something to eat, and we set off for Portsmouth allowing considerable margin for cock-up.
This turned out to have been wise, with traffic at a standstill at one point on the M25. We had enough time to stop at Liphook services.
Stage 2 - Checking out the course, 12th September
After a reasonable night's sleep, we were roused by the unstoppable harp music piped into the cabin. We were barely dressed before our breakfast arrived, and shortly after that, we had to leave the cabin to await instructions to return to the car.
Shortly before 7am we rolled off the ferry into the dark. It was rather drizzly, which gave us some concern about the day's weather ahead of us. as the light grew, the weather remained pretty grim with heavy drizzle in a stiff breeze. not ideal for exploring the course later that day.
We arrived at our accommodation at about 8.30am. Unusually, the electricity and water were turned on. We investigated the heating, turned it on, and no heat seemed to appear. After a bit of a minor crisis, we sorted that out. In hindsight, we didn't leave the system long enough to get going, and actually the observation that hot water was available should have given us a bit of a clue! In our defence, the house was colder inside than outside!
We unpacked the car, except for the two turbo trainers. It was still drizzling. We made a cup of tea, then set off for the supermarket for supplies, including several 6 packs of official Team Grumpy energy drink. It was still drizzling as we drove back to the house.
After a light lunch, we looked out of the window to see drizzle continuing. This was not good, but at last it brightened and we set off to Marigny to refresh our memories of the course.
We had a pretty easy ride round the course, with no misadventures (other than a malfunction - see below). The worst of the climbing happens pretty much straight after the start. Other than that, it's pretty straightforward.
My time trial bike currently uses the SRAM Red eTap system for gear shifting. This is the original 11-speed system, and operates by wireless communication between the controller (the 'BlipBox') and the derailleurs. There are two pairs of controller switches that connect to the BlipBox. While out on the course I noticed that, at some point since Saturday morning, the switch mounted on the left extension no longer worked. By unplugging it and exchanging it with the base bar mounted switch, it was clearly a defect in one of the BlipBox inputs. I fitted the eTap system in March 2016, and by November 2016, the original BlipBox had developed exactly this malfunction. In the end, and after a monumental argument with the online retailer from whom I had obtained the eTap Aero system, it was replaced. Now, nearly three years on, I'd developed exactly the same fault.
This isn't the end of the world for the race on Sunday - I just need to remember to use only the switches on the aero extensions, but it is rather annoying.
The raw start list for the Duo Normand was available from the registration site - we spent some time perusing this to see if we recognised many of the teams from previous years.
Post-Brexit referendum, the £ has sunk relative to the €, so trips to France have become increasingly expensive. Maybe this explains why we've seen a gradual decline in the numbers of UK riders over the last few years, and this trend has reached the point where UK riders are almost absent.
From Team Grumpy's perspective this has diminished the appeal - in earlier editions of the race, large numbers of riders would be hanging about in Marigny creating an excellent atmosphere. I guess the local riders register then go home :-)
Stage 3 - Team Time trial skills, 13th September
After a triple barrelled breakfast, it was still a bit overcast outside, though very still. We decided to walk up to Cerisy La Salle to get some bread. This turned out to be rather amusing linguistically - after we ordered in our vague sort of French, the response was '...and is there anything else you'd like..." in excellent English!
Back at the house, we had lunch, then embarked on a fair bit of bike maintenance.
In my case, this was quite minor - I inspected my tyres and found them to be in very good condition, so I decided not to change them.
I had fitted a new chainring, chain and cassette a couple of weeks earlier, and they'd already been tested in a club time trial.
I did investigate the bearings on the front H3 trispoke, and made some adjustments. This was because I had noticed a knocking noise coming from the wheel despite a bearing replacement a few weeks ago. It's possible that it's something that has got into or come loose inside the wheel. The knocking only happens when the bike's being ridden it seems, and we investigated further during our afternoon bike ride. (Note added in 2023: it turned out to be the alloy rim coming unbonded from the carbon wheel structure. I was effectively riding about on a rim held in place by very little adhesive. I had the wheel repaired by Carbon Cycle Solutions of Leighton Buzzard)
The BlipBox issue hadn't resolved itself, and I wasn't inclined to do anything drastic with no obvious resolution in sight. However I have a cunning plan to implement when I get home.
G's maintenance was far more extensive, and seemed to involve changing cassette on his disc wheel, at least one tyre change, replacing the chain, and goodness knows what else. He did liberate a fair amount of clart while cleaning things.
We then set out on our usual training circuit to practice 2-up changes. Another goal was to identify the source of my front wheel noises. After swapping wheels and skewers, we were confident that the noise emanates from the wheel, though no immediate solution offered itself.
It was quite warm and humid, so the pauses to tweak the wheel (and to retrieve G's visor) were quite welcome.
Dinner tonight was a vegetable curry; liquid refreshment was a selection from the Leffe Royale range of energy drink; entertainment was the DVD set of Jeeves & Wooster.
Stage 4 - Signing on, 14th September
We had no internet access for most of the day, which was frustrating. We went to do some shopping at the supermarket, then back for lunch. We then had a very brief ride to check the bikes (particularly important give G's attempt to violate Rule #2 yesterday), with a coffee stop en route.
Then it was over to Marigny to sign on for the Duo. This was really quick, partly because all the bits and bobs were pre-packed in a bag. Also, there were far fewer riders in this year's event. The following photo illustrates this well: in the past the town square would have been thronging with people.
This year there was a bigger goody bag including bottles, sunglasses and a novel (in French). Oh, and there was a sticker for the seatpost with an RFID for electronic timing.
Back at the house, we had dinner and then loaded the bikes and toolkits etc into the car ready for race day.
Stage 5, The Duo Normand, 15th September
I had a dreadful night with a ghastly recurrent nightmare (nothing to do with the race we were about to undertake). Eventually I got up at about 6am. As we'd packed the car the previous evening, there wasn't really much to do except have breakfast and feel a bit apprehensive. Particularly since the internet connection was down.
We drove over to Marigny in time to see the first riders set off into the mist. Where, we wondered, was the forecast excellent weather...
By the time we started, the mist had cleared and we were bathed in brilliant sunshine. We set out to warm up around Marigny, then returned to the car for a banana to keep out energy levels up.
Down at the start ramp we noticed the gaps between teams were more than the usual minute - idiotically, we hadn't noticed the gaps were 2' on the startsheet! Faced with the start ramp on a downhill section, I always get nervous. In fact my heart rate was 157bpm by the time I rolled off and started.
We had ridden the course on Thursday, and had planned what intensity we'd take the early climbs. In a word, easy. We didn't want to burn out too early in the race. We stuck to this plan through to Montcuit, then there was a lengthy section of quite fast riding through Feugeres and across the D900 then looping round through Tribehou and on through some woods from where the route undulates before a sharp climb to La Chapell-Enjuger then a short rise after Montreuil-sur-Lozon and a fast descent to the finish..
We didn't see any other teams except for the team before us, who we caught some way after the halfway point. There wasn't really anything untoward during the event - it was excellently marshalled throughout, with Gendarmes at the crossings over the major roads.
With about 13km to go G lost his visor, despite all his attempts to prevent this from happening.
Then, with 500m to go, G ran over one of several sunken manhole covers. Never mind the bright yellow warning paint. He went straight through at about 37mph and his aero bottle went flying. This was bad enough from where I was, just behind him, but a second later his back tyre blew with an enormous bang. How he retained control is beyond me. Suffice to say, he crossed the line a little way behind me and riding on his rim...
We regrouped and grabbed a bottle of water before returning to the car.
The damage to G's tyre was pretty obvious - two lengthy splits along the sidewall, just above the bead. Perhaps each corresponds to the entry and exit point of the manhole cover?
As far as we could see, the wheel rim survived the experience...
As an addendum - see the postscript to this account
While we were contemplating the state of G's wheel, a chap we'd chatted to in our faltering French before the race came for a chat and to see how we'd got on. He took our photo.
Our usual post-Duo lunch of grilled sausage (me) and frites (G) was missed out owing to the huge queue. Also we couldn't see anywhere selling photos. There were photographers out there.
We wandered out to see if we could find the missing aero bottle. We couldn't.
We looked for the Corpo results, which were there, but missing us and a couple of other teams.
Then we set out on an ill-fated attempt to locate the missing visor. We failed in that.
Finally we saw the Corpo results. We had come in 7th place, as last year, but about a minute and a half quicker.
Back at the house we had an early dinner and cleaned up, before leaving for the overnight ferry from Caen.
Stage 6, Back home, 15th - 16th September
The overnight ferry was comfortable, and we both got a fair amount of sleep. It always seems like a bit of a shock to return to British traffic after a few days in rural France.
Technical Postscript - The blowout
As a followup to the analysis of G's blowout in the closing 500m of this years Duo, on getting home he investigated further and found that the valve stem had collapsed.
Apparently the only hole in the tube is near the valve stem. This probably means the primary incident was at the valve stem and the two gashes in the tyre sidewalls are secondary and maybe due to being between the rim and the tarmac.
Technical Postscript - The blipbox
I cogitated at some length on the options available to me. They were, loosely speaking:
On the grounds that it was the cheapest and easiest option, I went with #2. So I removed the blipboxes and exchanged them, paired them to the derailleurs, reconnected them to the switches and...all four inputs on the 'defective' blipbox now worked.
Somewhat confused, I unplugged the switches, re-plugged them and...the formerly non-functional input no longer worked. Well. After a bit of head scratching, and investigating, I found that a switch plugged into the formerly non-function input would only work if not pushed fully into the socket.
So that is one mystery sorted, but other questions raised.
Just in case I needed a new blipbox, I checked out the stock at a well-known squiggly online bike kit emporium. The blipbox was noted as out of stock, so I requested stock updates by email. The other day I received an email saying the 11-speed blipboxes were not available and no longer being made...
We awoke to a cold and frosty morning – with very little wind to make our racing hard – and all the predicted precipitation was noticable by its absence. Our customary preparation of Thai curry and Singha beer was having side effects as we set off for the race HQ in Cheddington, but once we gained entry to the hall, we quickly got ourselves and our bikes sorted, and set off to the start. Gerry had decided to use his Xentis wheels, and left the H3s in the car as reserve. As you’ll see, this is significant.
To reach the start, riders need to cross two narrow bridges with traffic lights – it was just after the second of these that our plans unravelled. Hearing a muffled exclamation, I looked behind me, to see my erstwhile team mate doing a U-turn. Surmising (correctly as it turned out) that he was having a technical problem, I did the same, only to get stuck at red lights on both bridges. By the time I got far enough that I was worried about missing our start, Gerry was nowhere to be seen. I returned to the start with about 2 minutes in hand, and anxiously looked back along the road. With Gerry absent at our appointed start time, I somewhat reluctantly decided to ride solo.
The event went pretty smoothly. The climb up Billington Hill was as usual difficult, and there were a few occasions where I got a bit held up by traffic. I finished in 49:34, still unaware of what had happened to Gerry. On returning to the race HQ, I discovered he’d had three (!) punctures and had eventually ridden solo in #39′s slot – h finished with 49:16. For a bit more detail, see the Team Grumpy blog.
Since we didn’t finish (or even start) as a 2-up team, I won’t bother posting the results. Suffice it to say we were a little disappointed, particularly given the distance Gerry had come to ride the event. At least we got a decent ride round the course.
Course decription – Start on B488 at Gateway opening to Grove Farm, near overhead cable pylon, about 100 yards from the Village Sign of. Great Gap proceed in a southerly direction to Ivinghoe. Turn Left, (care, give way sign) by Kings Head PH onto the B489 pass Church on right Turm left onto B489 up an over hill to Travellers Rest double R.JB junction with A4146 Take first exit onto the A4146, through Edlesborough, Northall and Billington to RAB junction with A505,take first exit onto A505,over next 2. R.A.B to RAB junction with A418, take first left onto A418, thorough Wing, {care in village} to Wingrave Cross Roads. Turn left through village to duck pond. Turn left on unclassified road to Mentmore Cross Road Turn right (care) follow road up to Mentmore, down through Mentmore Park to Finish at a point by concrete telephone manhole cover on grass verge marked 192 this is about 800 yards before the double RAB at entry to Cheddington Village, Distance 30Km
Team Grumpy regrouped this weekend for the 2-up 32km sporting course time trial organised each year by the Icknield Road Club. This was the day after Grumpy Bob's club time trial round the Astwood sporting course, after which he suffered a rear tub puncture about 2 miles from home during his ride back home - which necessitated a trudge home along the verge since he couldn't get the tub off the disk wheel. Once home, he cleaned up the bike and shoes. Note this latter point as it becomes important later...
Later in the evening, Team Grumpy indulged with the now traditional Leffe and a visit to the local Thai restaurant (of course with added beers). By sheer stupidity on Grumpy Bob's part, Team Grumpy also consumed a quantity of Norman cider.
As a direct consequence the team was feeling rather jaded (the cynical might even suggest hungover might be a better description) on the morning of the race. 'Grumpy' Art Vanderlay suggested it was as well that the start timekeeper wasn't equipped with a breathalyser.
Team Grumpy had hopes of completing the event this year in contrast to 2009's event, where the two riders rode separately after 'Grumpy' Art suffered a series of "punctures" which delayed his arrival at the start line.
Once at the Pitstone village hall race HQ, TG quickly got their numbers and set the bikes up with enough time to ride over to the start and warm up. Unfortunately a severe problem arose. Grumpy Bob's shoes just would not clip onto his pedals. (Remember the walking in the verge bit above?) The problem seemed to be that Speedplay pedals have the clip in the shoeplate, and this seems to be sensitive to mud.
'Grumpy' Art produced a collection of screwdrivers and a Swiss army penknife, and despite enterprising use of the bizarre tool that such knives always have that is supposed to be for getting stones out of hooves (or something like that), the clips could not be made to work. Faced with this, TG had no option but to send 'Grumpy' Art off to ride the event solo.
So once again, the Icknield event was a bit of a disaster for TG. 'Grumpy' Art rode round in about 50 minutes (though no time was recorded on the result board, merely 'DNF'), dodging the numerous potholes that have opened up this winter.
And so Team Grumpy maintain their 100% record of DNF in 2010 2-up time trials.
As a postscript, Grumpy Bob did eventually restore his shoeplates to a functional state, but not in time to get a ride. But there's a lesson there.
Riding the Port Talbot Wheelers 2-up 25 mile event in south Wales has become something of a Team Grumpy tradition in recent years. In the past, the event has been held on the fast R23/3 (or variant) course, which features the improbably fast descent of the Neath bank, a hill that you don’ have to go up again! Due to roadworks, last year the event was run on the R25/24, an altogether more realistic course – this course was used again this year. In 2007, the weather was astoundingly vile, torrential rain coupled with strong winds.
Team Grumpy entered the event this year with particular enthusiasm, as we plan to ride the Duo Normand again this year, after missing last year’s event. Both Gerry and I always look to this event for a glimpse of our form; this year we were particularly keen as Gerry’s had a bad neck, and after a winter of diligent training (well, as diligent as my work life allows), I came down with something that resembled winter vomiting virus exactly two weeks before this event.
This year, I received a series of increasingly gloomy emails with dire weather forecasts from Gerry – on the day, however, we drove over to the HQ in quite pleasant though rather windy conditions. We’d requested an early start as we had a lunch reservation at Y Polyn, a rather excellent restaurant we usually go to after the event, so we were the second team to start. The R25/24 course begins by heading down the Neath valley on a dual carriageway (A465). On the day, this made pretty hard riding, as it was into the teeth of the wind. Fortunately, Team Grumpy were working well, taking spells of about 30sec each. While I felt at the time we were riding rather cautiously, in retrospect I’m glad we kept something back for the hilly second half. After the southern turn, we roared back up the dual carriageway to the halfway point, mostly clocking 30mph or more, before heading south again on the B road that runs alongside the main road. This road’s considerably more challenging, with many short steep climbs that throw you off your rhythm. Added to which, there were considerable numbers of road-kill toads! Fortunately the overnight rain had mostly drained away, and other than the aforementioned flattened amphibia, there were no pools of standing water (as there were last year).
We finished with 57:58, which we were quite pleased with. It gave us 5th place, and we won the prize for first composite team. We were also pleased with the way we rode as a team – it’s likely we will ride one (or both) of the upcoming Icknield RC and Team MK 2-up events in a few weeks’ time.
This event has become Team Grumpy's annual season-starter. It's a well run two up team time trial event run on the R25/24 course. This course uses a dual carriageway section for the first half, before switching to the old road running roughly parallel to the dual carriageway, but which is quite a bit hillier, with several short but quite steep climbs.
Over at the Team Grumpy blog, we'd been doing a count down to this event, ruminating on training and preparation. In the event, we finished our "rigorous" training programme off with quite a lot of Belgian beer, takeaway curries and (on the evening before the event, pasta). Two evenings-worth of system abuse was not, perhaps, the ideal fine-tuning of our finely-tuned physiques (in particular, I've had trouble keeping and/or getting the weight off), so we were feeling a little apprehensive and 'inwardly disturbed' on the way over to the course.
As we left Ferryside, the weather was revealing itself as rather nice - barely a breath of wind, and reasonably warm and with sunny spells breaking through. Over at the race HQ, however, it was still quite misty and cool - but pretty much no wind.
This is us nervously sharing a joke prior to nipping out on the road to warm up. By this time, the organiser had turned up, coerced the locks to the race HQ to open and set out all the usual paraphernalia associated with a time trial.
After a quick return to the car to ditch our jackets etc, we rolled off to the start. Unfortunately we both suffered computer problems - in my case I lost all speed input just after the start, so the timer cut out for a period. This made it a little difficult to gauge our progress. The first half of the event, on the dual carriageway, was relatively straightforward, and we fell easily into out usual 2-up strategy of frequent changes. The photo below was taken on the return leg on the dual carriageway, from an overhead walkway. It shows us in our usual tight formation (with me on the back).
I always dread the second half of this course - not so much because of the numerous climbs, but because I don't know it well enough to know where these climbs are relative to the turn and the finish. Our strategy, therefore, is to try and have Gerry on the front to pace us up the hills. This worked well, aside from three potential obstructions - firstly we encountered two riders warming up on the course, who, upon looking over their shoulders and seeing us, proceeded to wobble all over the road. The second incident could have come from an Eric Sykes slapstick comedy, as a bloke carrying what appeared to be a six foot spirit level took a look at us roaring down a hill towards him at >30 mph then sauntered across the road in front of us. The final incident was the two riders (not apparently associated with the event) who just got in the way.
Anyway, the upshot was that we finished in 58:38, which we were quite pleased with. I spent just about the entire race (well, at least the 54 minutes my computer succeeded in recording) in level 3, with an average HR of 182bpm. Unfortunately we had to dash off to get cleaned up in time for our traditional lunch appointment at Y Polyn. So full results will have to wait until they're officially released.
Results to follow. Apparently we won the first composite team prize, while the event was won in a 54:something.
Also see the Team Grumpy Blog
A bright but very cold and frosty morning greeted us as we loaded up the car to drive over to Resolven to ride in the 2010 Port Talbot Wheelers 2-up ’25′. In fact we were both apprehensive – about the weather, yes, but also the uncertainty of what form our winter training had led to. In my case, I was reasonably confident, but I was aware of being rather overweight and lacking in mileage – most of my winter training had been in the form of relatively brief turbo sessions in the garage. On the other hand, my team mate Gerry had left resumption of training until late December, and had then been afflicted with a lengthy cold (possibly the same thing that got me during most of December). So he was pretty sure he was going to be riding sub-par.
We got to Resolven and signed on. The race HQ seemed to be colder than the car park, which by the time we arrived was nicely bathed in sunshine, raising the temperature to slightly above freezing. After setting the bikes up and getting sorted, we briefly warmed up. I tweaked the Polar computer so that it would work from the GPS sensor, and we rolled up to take out place behind the fourth team (we were fifth off in a nearly full field). Our time came, and off we went, out on to the DC and done the valley, with a glorious tail wind. We were riding pretty smoothly together, and we took care that any speed discrepancy didn’t pull us apart. I don’t think it would be indiscreet to observe that Gerry was indeed below par, but still, we gradually reeled in the teams that has started before us.
The first leg is a short one, and all too soon we’d reached the first turn, and found ourselves riding back up the velley into a head wind. Coupled with the generally uphill nature of this section (which is longer than the first leg), we found our speed severely knocked back, and it was all the more reassuring to find we had caught all four teams ahead of us by the time we reached the second turn. I suppose this is about the halfway point, and is where the course takes the rider onto a more sporting section, the old road which runs parallel to the DC and has numerous steep climbs. Still, we had the tail wind again.
Spurred on by the tail wind, we had been picking up speed again when disaster struck. Firstly Gerry couldn’t avoid a pot hole – I was leading and roared past it, indicating its presence, but at the speed we were going, Gerry really had no chance. Wham! Through the pothole with an anguished cry. At this stage, I thought we’d got away with it, but shortly afterwards we were cresting a hill when I was aware Gerry had dropped back. Looking over my shoulder I could see him drawing to a stop. I did a U-turn and returned to find he had a flat front tyre. A brief discussion ensued, during which team #4 (an Ogmore Valley team) came past us and I was persuaded to ncarry on riding (even though I wouldnt get a time recorded).
Off I went, catching the Ogmore Valley team before the third and final turn. Rounding the turn, I still felt pretty good, However, my enthusiasm for sporting course time trialling rapidly waned as climb after climb appeared in front of me, and by the last couple of climbs, my thighs were really protesting. Still, I made it to the finish line. Meanwhile Gerry had been demonstrating something other than puncture repair expertise, and had been suffering a softening tyre as he returned to the race HQ. I rode back with the Ogmore Valley riders.
After dropping off our numbers, we beat a hasty retreat as we had a 2pm reservation in a restaurant for lunch. This proved an excellent meal and ample compensation for the bad luck we’d suffered that day. Team Grumpy are a determined team: we’ll be back for next year’s event, and in the meantime plan to continue our buildup to the 2010 Duo Normand by turning out at the Icknield Road Club sporting 2-up at the end of March.
This event is the usual curtain raiser for my racing season, and it’s also the first 2-up event that I ride each year and as such gives an indication of how Team Grumpy‘s form is at this early stage in the season. Usually, we also take advantage of the journey over to Wales to visit interesting archaeological sites, previous visits having included the Avebury stone circle, the Uffington White Horse and Wayland’s Smithy. This year was slightly different: we stayed in Bath for a couple of nights en route to Wales.
I’d never visited Bath before – we enjoyed traipsing about seeing the Royal Crescent and visiting sites such as the Assembly Rooms, the Roman Baths, and the Herschel Museum. Bath appears to be astonishingly well endowed with restaurants, and we visited a fish restaurant (One Fish Two Fish) and a Moroccan restaurant (Cafe Du Globe), both of which were excellent.
On to Wales for the main event, and the signs were ominous. Gerry’s training programme had recently gone slightly off the rails, while as observed over at the Team Grumpy blog, I had suffered an extraordinarily painful back injury three weeks before the event which not only prevented training but threw my participation in the event into question. To add an interesting frisson of excitement, it transpired that the Team Grumpy entry had been lost in the post, and only a phone call of enquiry from Gerry earned us a start in this event.Absorbing medical advice, I did in fact manage to recover in time turn up in South Wales in a relatively pain-free condition. All that remained was to see how we’d perform on the day.
In time-honoured fashion, we conducted our usual preparation: consumption of sufficient energy drink. Thus fortified (and indeed entertained by 80s pop music courtesy of Sky TV), I retired to dream soothing (and deluded) dreams of time trial success.
The morning of the event dawned rather cloudy and cool – but not as cold as the sub-zero conditions faced by riders in the 2010 edition of this 2-up. We set up the bikes with clear apprehension: what would the consequences of our combined lack of training and form be? And would my back hold out for the whole 25 miles? More to the point, what was the road damage on the second half of the course to which riders’ attention was drawn on signing on? And, indeed, how significant was the presence of traffic lights on the same section (to which the instruction that riders must ‘obey the highway code’ was appended?
In an effort to answer these uncertainties, we mounted the bikes and nipped out for a brief warmup. It was quickly apparent that (a) the road was in a shocking state, and (b) the traffic lights were at the top of a climb and looked like they could present real problems if at red.
With reconnaissance over, and all too soon, we were lined up and ready to go. We launched ourselves onto the course (see map below), with only a brief backward glance from Gerry. The opening dual carriageway stretch proved to be very fast, with a gentle tailwind. We were pleased that we were able to fall back into 2-up mode straight away. After the first turn, the going got a little harder, as the head wind was nagging. We were gratified to see our “Manager” on a bridge apparently videoing proceedings as we made their way past the start area (see video below). Once off the dual carriageway, the usually efficient Team Grumpy changeovers became rather ragged as the pitted and potholed road surface made it difficult to judge whether a rider was pulling out to let his team mate through or merely to avoid crashing through a pothole.
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A massive sprint pulled us into the traffic lights on amber, but at the cost of a bit of an oxygen debt: this rendered the approach to the turn somewhat arduous. Returning to the traffic lights, delays were once again avoided. This was just as well, as by this time we were hanging on for grim death, looking for the finish line, which seemed to take an eternity to arrive. Eventually it did, at 1:04:36.
This wasn’t an excellent result (though not as bad as it sounds: the course is rather hard at times), but enough to take a composite team prize. More to the point, at least Team Grumpy proved their ability to ride well as a team, even after a lengthy winter lay-off.
Results are here.