Seven Deadly Spins

Alas. Team IronHorse Extreme is no more…

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Team Syncros Endurance

We realise that there has been little mention on the website for a while but rest assured that the team are well and good and everything is underway for a cracking 2010. News will be up on this site real soon regarding our new title sponsors and our plans for the coming season.

For now though we’d just like to wish you all a great festive season and hope you get to ride bikes at some time during the holidays, til next year…

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the 7ds crew

Well that didn’t really go to plan now did it! I guess that’s the sort of thing that happens when you don’t apply your own standard of planning everything out properly and then following that plan through. Only myself to blame then.

So what happened and what did I get from it? Well the ride I actually did was really good and I loved just about every minute. I set off from home with all the stuff I usually throw in a pile actually sorted out properly and all in it’s place and planned. I had a proper feeding strategy to practice, a very, very optimistic pacing schedule to attempt and means of recording everything for analysis afterwards.

The route itself wasn’t really suited to the task. It isn’t “well sign-posted” as suggested on the trail website and I would suggest that attempting it is vitually impossible without a good map and compass or a gps - probably both! The trail is best viewed as a load of “sections” that are very different states of repair, marking, care or over-growth, rather than the one continuous trail that the authorities are promoting it as. It isn’t a continuous trail by any stretch of the imagination and I found locked gates, barbed wire fences, electric fences and head high over-growth across my path at regular intervals.

Sounds a bit crap doesn’t it? Well that would be an unfair assessment because the majority of what I found was really great south-England riding. Some peachy singletrack, fast descents, some tough climbing, good views - or should I say wonderfully beautiful views - and some great countryside. With a bit more work and a great deal more trail users it could be great. If that happened then it would be quite easy to describe it as just like the South Downs Way but with singletrack!

I decided to start from the mid-point and use my car as a pit. Therefore riding out to one end, and back, refueling and filling my hydrasack before doing and out-and-back to the other end to complete the ride. It started ok, a bit of bushwacking almost put me off in the first two miles but after that I started to experience some fun trails and settled into a solid ride. The first end came way too soon; a good ten miles or so sooner than expected! Which kinda threw me and left me wondering if the trail managers had their measurements wrong or need more signs. Basically I reached a section that was walkers only (and styles in tight spots would have made it virtually impossible to continue even if you’d have been happy to ride on a footpath, which I try not to) and I couldn’t find any alternative on my gps mapping or signs to affer an alternative. I turned and headed back for the mid-point and my car.

On the way back I was still riding really, really well. Infact I was riding at such a pace that I expected to blow at about two hours, then three, then four…

…it didn’t happen, I just kept knocking out solid pace. It was scary as I’ve not ridden like that since the early part of 2006 when I won the 24 hour in southern Spain. I was kinda starting to wonder if I could ever reach that standard again; now I think that maybe I could and this has given me hope that maybe I just needed to get my head back to get my body to return, we will see. I’m real happy with my fitness, it’s really coming back to me and I’m now looking forward to getting in my first solid Winter of training since 2005/2006.

Almost back to the car and I had a small spill, nothing major, but my gps took the brunt in a big way. Means of navigation gone and knowing what I did about the trails I’d seen so far I decided that a solid 5 hour training ride was way better than a solid 5 hour training ride followed by getting lost in Dorset and going home in the dark!

That, unfortunately, was the wise choice and so I took it. I feel a bit dissapointed that I didn’t take a map as back-up, but I guess I do have faith in my sponsors so why would I? Just unfortunate then. Very, very happy with my riding though and I can now have a good day a Cheddar Sportive this weekend rather than crawling round jaded as I would have been had I ridden for 12 hours or more…

It’s adventure time again so tomorrow I’m going to set out and attempt to ride the Wessex Ridgeway in both directions non-stop and unsupported. This time I’ll be flying completely blind as I’ve never ridden any of the trails before, but it’s quite a bit shorter than our one-dayers normally are so hopefully I can get it done and duck under the 12 hour mark.

Live tracker page is HERE

and with any luck I will be starting at 8am tomorrow.

Rob

Strangely I’d forgotten how much I enjoy base training. Come to think about it I’d forgotten how much I enjoy training altogether but that is an entirely different story. But anyway, somehow I’ve found it again, base training that is, and since my season is pretty much sorted I’ve decided to get things on track with some steady miles to rebuild my basic aerobic fitness.

Long miles offers a lots of views and above are some of my favourites from the last five weeks. The weather has been really kind to me and early hours have made for some beautiful light conditions. I feel alive on my bike again; at home, as they say. Hopefully next month will be more of the same?

I lift my head from the sink and stare long and hard into the mirror in front of me. I look somewhat different; obviously tired, a little rough around the edges and somewhat dazed. I note that I’m a little more guant than I was two days ago and the blue of my eyes, is it paler than than it was? Obviously not, so perhaps it’s just my imagination fueled by the fresh memory of a day of deep suffering.

Sometimes you fly on a bike like nothing can stop you; beautiful days and nights when years of dedication and sacrifice return the investment. Other days though, you roll out of bed and for whatever reason if it can go wrong then it certainly will. Unfortunately for me that day was last weekend and coincided with my unsupported attempt at riding the Peninne Bridleway out-and-back. Unfortunate in as much as it hurt too much to be enjoyable but perhaps, upon reflection, the tale is much better to tell than it could have been. I can say for certain that suffering and overcoming the adversity has brought with it a much greater feeling of accomplishment.

It started well enough as I rolled into my chosen campsite from which to launch the ride. Tent erected and post-ride supplies and clothing stashed by the foot of the matress. Ready for the off a couple of hours ahead of schedule, with the sun in the sky I decided to get on with it. The sooner I go the sooner I’ll be back; I thought, and with any luck well before sunset tomorrow.

The starting point at Middleton top was all but deserted as I rolled into the carpark. I set up the online tracker, phoned a couple of friends and then set out into the cool of evening at exactly ten minutes past nine. I zipped through the early miles of the disused railway of the High Peak trail and felt like my bike had no chain. Easy miles, in a big gear, flying along with not a care in the world.

The hours rolled by and the trail rolled under me, mile after wonderful mile. The sun set, the moon and the stars came out, and the hills grew up, fell away, and grew again. Continuously changing by the light of the moon as I made my way through their beauty and embraced my solitude.

I thought of my team mates at Twentyfour12 and the Solo World Championships, of my girlfriend away at her parents with a broken foot, of past pleasures and regretable mistakes. So much time to think and so many things I don’t ever get time to think about! It’s weird describing this now as it sounds like I wasn’t paying attention. Somehow I was so intensely focused on riding well and yet, at the same time, completely at liberty to let my mind contemplate more important things in life.

The miles continued to pass under my wheels with such little effort that it started to feel like a dream. I soon found myself descending into Hayfield, which I’d designated as my first stop for water. Nick Craig had very kindly offered to let me call in at his place to collect water had I wanted to do so. I contemplated the offer as I descended but realised that I’d actually be visiting because he was had always been a racer I’d looked upto rather than fulfilling the need for replenishment! Collecting water at the visitor centre tap felt like a much more appropriate option in the middle of the night so I text Nick my thanks and left the Craig family to enjoy their sleep uninterupted by an endurance athlete knocking at their door unnecessarily.

The next section, from Hayfield to Hollingworth Lake, contained a long stretch that I’d not checked out previously and therefore required quite a bit more navigation. Apprehension bristled up my spine at any unmarked turn but I followed my instinct and somehow managed to avoid even the slightest straying off route.

Approching the Mary Towneley Loop and all was still going well. I was on schedule for a good time, the weather was looking ok as best I could tell in the dark (I could still see stars at least) and my feeding strategy was absolutely as I’d planned. Strangely though, despite all the good things, I felt slightly uneasy with myself. I decided it was probably just a low and joked with myself that I’d laugh about it afterwards.

The uneasiness grew and, as if taking it’s que from my feelings, a cold wind started to pick up on the tops. For the first time I started to feel the cold and stopped for my jacket. The sun was just starting to push the first light onto the horizon and so I took the opportunity of the stop to take stock of everything. My pace was still good but I was feeling the cold more than usual. I also had a strange pain in my chest, which was natuarally on the left-hand side, heart-attack anyone? But I’m fit, healthy, so probably just indigestion eh? My feeding was good and I had everything in check there, with enough provisions in the bag to support 24 hours riding, just indigestion for sure.

The weather was certainly changing and some sinister looking clouds were dotted around but nothing that would suggest any real issue. I had the choice between heading back now or doing the 47 miles of the loop before returning and heading back on the 77 mile stretch I’d come out on to complete the challenge. I say I had a choice but in reality my mind was made within a second. I headed out for the point of no return. Had someone been able to tell me the outcome of that decition then I would have turned back without hesitation.

The first half of the loop went OK; I slowed a little, it rained a little, I felt a tad cold but it wasn’t anything unusual. With 93 miles to go I started to feel a bit unwell but thought about the South Downs Double and reflected that I’d been completely hanging at the halfway point. This would pass. Several miles later, and for the first time in the last ten years, I had to stop to be physically sick. Riding a long way can play havok on your guts and I’ve felt sick before but this was proper pukeing your guts up territory. I started to wonder if there was a problem with one of the taps I’d used.

I’ve got to be honest, from that point on I really wasn’t riding well and slowed substantially. I was strong on foot, and on the bike I could move, balance, descend well, but the pace was completely and utterly gone. Then it rained. Oh my god how it rained! I’m talking all your worst nightmares of cold and misery, loss of control, loss of vision, it was crazy. At one point I was using my gps in broad daylight just to work out the turns!

It only takes a certain amount of adversity before we start to question our undertaking. There are plenty of talented solo riders on the scene who can’t even see a race to the end when they have the sanctury of a pit to return to every 10 miles or so. This is a tough game and I’ve spent a lot of time and effort making myself tough enough to see it through when things go the wrong way for me. At this point in the ride though I really started to question myself. I’d checked into Doubt Central and things were really not looking good.

I’d set out on this ride completely unsupported. All my team mates were at races, my girlfriend well over 250 miles away, members of my family at least 200 miles away. If things went really belly-up I guess I could ring Nick Craig? I don’t know him that well but I’m sure he’d save me. GOD! what am I doing? What if I crash? What if I was knocked-out? This is madness…

BANG!!! That’s the rock I didn’t notice, because I was panicking and not paying attention. My rear mech and my bike are no longer attatched to each other, oh joy. Luckily I think about these things and prepare for them so I have 2 spare hangers in my saddlebag. Ten minutes later the bike is running again and I have calmed myself down. The ever present danger, with trying to push your limits, is that at some point all the odds you’ve managed to stack up on top of each other may come tumbling down and fall against you in a big way. I decide that I’m not beat just yet and that only clear thought and concentrating on the task at hand are worth my attention.

It rains, I continue to ride, it rains, I continue to ride. The disc pads wear out on my back brake so I fit my spares and continue. Its rains, the spares pads delaminate from the backing plates and I’m left with no rear brake. It rains, I get cold, it rains some more. I shut my finger in a gate, get a puncture, slide down rocky descents with just a front brake, it rains some more! Misery takes over my entire being; this really isn’t a good day at the office. I look at my watch: almost 19 hours and I’m still a good 5 hours away on a good day (did I mention that this wasn’t? a good day that is!) so maybe 6, or 7, or 8? Who knows? I don’t, all I know is pain, and suffering and rain!

By now the ride has almost reached a point where I’d say I’m thinking survival rather than completion. I seriously question my sanity. Is this a good thing to be doing? The answer is very clearly no and yet for some reason I don’t want to stop. To come this far and quit is almost becoming unthinkable. Mentally I was stripped away to a basic level and almost captivated; just how far could I explore this?

At 3.30pm on Sunday afternoon I decided that if I wanted to see this through to it’s conclusion that I had to make some provision for my safety and survival. I looked at the map and decided to head into a town as soon as possible to get some cash with the card I was carrying and to try and collect some food as I was sure to run out long before reaching the end.

The guys in the bakery were great and made me a few rolls and offered to get me a taxi! I probably looked a real state but they were so nice to me whilst I dripped muddy water all over their clean floor. I was a bit disorientated and probably not talking properly but they didn’t let that faze them. Bag refilled with supplies I set out to finish the task. Wonderful, only about 5 hours to go, oh, and I think the rain may have just got a little bit heavier, how the hell is that possible?

Rain, rain go away, come again another day! Ha, ha, ha… I think I’m quite possibly losing my sanity. I just keep going. Eventually I approach Hayfield and realise that there is absolutely no chance whatsoever in making it to the end in Middleton before it gets dark for the second time on this ride. In fact I’ll be lucky if I don’t need my lights for at least 2 hours. Rory Hitchens and the guys at Exposure lights, I LOVE YOU!!! Without the MaXx D I would not havefinished this ride. Yeah, sure, I know sponsored riders always give their sponsors products the big thumbs up but in this instance there is absolutely no two ways about it. I’ve never had a light with this much capacity and this level of light and without it I would have been calling for a taxi home to the finish.

So, anyway, back to Hayfield which was a true dilemma for me being home to the one person who could have ended the misery for me. I thought about my pain, I thought about how much I just wanted this to be over. I thought about the fact that my feet, which had been killing me for hours no longer hurt because I couldn’t actually feel them anymore. Then I thought about never riding a bike again, of knocking on Nick’s door and begging to sleep on his floor, the garage, under a car, anywhere!

I stopped at the visitor centre which I think is just minutes from his house. It was miserable, cold, and guess what? it was raining! I staggered around a bit (I do this sometimes at moment like this) and contemplated the options, of which I figured I had two: Fill up my bottles from the tap in front of me and see this through, or go to a safe, warm house and quit. I caught my reflection in the window of the visitor centre a remebered, for the second time in a very long ride, something Mike Cotty had said to me about looking in a mirror and facing yourself. I moved closer and looked into my own eyes “this pain is temporary, quiting is permanent” bottles, tap. water, go!

I’d like to say that the revelation chaged the day, that I flew up the climbs and roared my way to Middleton, but I didn’t. I continued to suffer, I walked up the climbs, slithered down descents, felt the rain eat away at very existence so I no longer knew if I was awake or dreaming.

My only respite was Steve Heading riding out to join me for an hour or so (sorry if I’ve got the time wrong Steve but I’m so unsure how long it was) which was like a life saver. I was so broken and delirious by then that I can’t say for certain if he was there or I imagined it! After he left (or the dream faded!) the misery resumed all the way to the end, or rather, all the way to the end and then for the extra 33 minutes it took me to get to the campsite.

I stripped in the rain, threw my bike into the car, crawled into my tent, sent the “I’m safe” text to my mother, another my girlfriend, crawled into a sleeping bag, and then into another, forced myself to drink two bottles of Forgoodnessshakes, and the lights went out!

The Pennine Bridleway out-and-back: 26 Hours, 43 Minutes, and 7 seconds, plus another 57 minutes of riding to get from the tent to the start and then back again. I never, ever want to be out with my bike for that amount of time continuously again.

If you had seen me during the ride and asked me “why?” then I couldn’t have given you an answer. The very next morning however the euphoria, and relief that swept over me was fantastic beyond words. My emotions poured out of me as I tried to relive the moments in my head and capture the intesity on paper; the tears of joy flowed over the pages of my note book. I felt alive, so alive, how could I do this? How could I keep going?

I can only think that I’m blessed, not with talent, or ability, or passion, although I undoubtedly possess a bit of each, but with a desire to find my own limits. Because reaching what you thought was your limit and then pushing beyond and surviving always rewards you in the same way. Nothing I know compares to that feeling; that one you get when you wake up the next day and realise that you could have quit but you didn’t.

Rob Lee will be attempting to ride the Pennine Bridleway unsupported, non-stop, as an out-and-back this weekend. You can track his progress as the ride happens by following the link to the TRACKER PAGE

The time to beat is 21 hours 39 minutes, which was set by Steve Heading in April this year, and is as far as we know the only sub-24 ride of the out and back. We will have our fingers crossed that Rob has a good ride, gets through it safe, and hopefully has the legs to challenge the very good time that Steve put down. 

The page is already up but will not register on the start point until the ride actually begins some time late on Saturday night.

Less than 2 weeks to go now until my provisional date for attempting the out-and-back on the Pennine Bridleway and I’ve got the best part of the navigation done and logged away both in the Satmap Active10 and visually in my own memory. I pride myself on my trail memory but it has to be said that the Active10 is such an invaluable piece of kit to have when things go a bit wrong or your brain gets a bit fried after hours and hours in the saddle.

I’ve done 4 rides now out on different parts of the trail itself and from four rides I’ve been absolutely soaked and freezing cold twice. Not the best odds, I’m sure you’ll agree. The South Downs Way it is not and the training rides I’ve done up there have created a deep respect for the slightly more hostile nature of those hills compared to some of my previous challenges. This time around I am quite apprehensive.

I’ve even gone as far as to properly clean and re-proof my goretex shorts and jacket; both of which have been neglected for far too long and required on so few times as to be able to count them on my fingers. I didn’t even carry them on the SDD, so certain was I that they would ot be needed. This time around I really don’t know, having been caught twice and frozen to the core despite carrying them and contrary to the weather forecasts!

I’ve also managed to find just a few taps (two to be precise!) that I will have access to at any time of day - someone recently asked me why I couldn’t just stop at a pub? The answer being that the pub is unlikely to be open at 3 in the morning! There are certainly some pubs and shops along or near the route but I need to choose my window carefully and be absolutely certain that refuelling options are available. Particularly as this is to be an unsupported attempt - only my second ever unsupported 24.

For anyone wanting to know more about the Pennine Bridleway why not check out the report on Nick Craig’s one-way ride last year. This was the main inspiration for me attempting the out-and-back as part of the 7ds series. Nick was one of the riders that inspired me most when I first started riding and remains to this day as one of the riders I respect most for not only his ability and accomplishments but for the way he conducts himself whenever I’ve met him. 

It’s a real good read and hopefully I’ll be able to have an adventure that’s just as good to read about in a few days time. The mapping is almost there, I’m preping my bike, the living room is full of maps and energy bars and plans. My heart is full of anticipation, nervous energy and an eagerness to get on with it…

I’ve just got back from my second training ride on the Pennine Bridleway which, this time around, was based around the southern end of the trail. After finding myself a good campsite at the midpoint of the lolly stick (the bridleway consists of long trail running approx from south to north and a circular trail, which I rode last week, at the nothern end) I decided to head south on an out-and-back mission. The idea was to see the trail in both directions and to record the route on Satmap for future reference and for film and/or photographer to use for following the route when I go for 7ds3.

The southern end of the trail is much softer than the Mary Townley Loop that I rode at the northern end last week. So much so that the variation in trails is quite stark and throws into question all sorts of equipment choices. The first half of the lolly stick section that I rode today could be tackled on a cross bike and would be a lot faster. Once you get out to the MTL a full suss is gonna be quicker, or rather I should say that I’ll be quicker on a full-sus than on a crosser! Then you have the return leg, combined with fatigue from the length of the ride and sleep deprivation…

I’ve still got about 35 miles of the lolly stick to see yet so no equipment choices made yet apart from knowing that I’ll not be going singlespeed as the first (and last) bits of the ride would be tedious without the luxury of a big fat gear mmm…

7ds3 is looming large on my personal horizon and I’m half itching to get on with it and half filled with trepidation at the task ahead. Having ridden just over a quarter of the route to prepare last Wednesday I can say that the terrain is certainly at least a step up from the South Downs Way (7ds1 - the Double) and the 7Stanes (7ds2) and that combined with a very similar distance and climbing count will make this a good progression on from those two challenges.

The trails I’ve checked out so far are very sweet and change as you head through from one section to another. So far it makes for a great adventure and I’m hoping that the rest of the route lives upto the promise of the Mary Townley Loop, which is the section I’ve ridden so far. I’ll find out this Wednesday as I’ll be back up there to ride another big section of the route.

The thing that really does set this one apart from the previous two in the series is just how remote some of the sections are. This is a serious undertaking and riding flat-out in order to set an unbreakable pb time really wouldn’t be a wise strategy. Tyre choice and reliable equipment will also be a major consideration; the sort of skimpy tyres that some have used for record attempts on the South Downs for instance would land you in a very sticky situation out in the wild hills this particular challenge takes you.

I’m really looking forward to riding some more of the route this Wednesday and I’ll report back again with my discoveries later in the week.