Nice 2012 3 pks video: http://vimeo.com/51028192
Saturday, 13 October 2012
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Post 3 Peaks - the damage
The 2012 Three Peaks was tough on the bikes this year and thought it useful to note a few things as an aide memoire for next year.
P.
- Front disk pads down to metal (see previous blog)
fit new ones a week before the event. - BB30 bearings seized. Riding through the floods had removed any grease.
Stripped & regreased but needs replacing ASAP - Slight play in the headset - still settling from new
- New frame scratched from mud in the shouldering area - black looking rather grey
P.
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Three Peaks 2012 - it can't be this bad again, please no
Well 2012 was certainly the most memorable of my five Three Peaks and for the first time I thought I should record the experience so that I can remind myself over the next few years that it can't be this bad! So yes I've already talked myself in to doing it again.
My summary would be:
Felt unusually nervous knowing the conditions were going to be horrendous and that the usually pessimistic BBC weather forecast was going to be accurate for once. As a result of faffing around wondering what to wear (just like my girls at home) I ended up being late for the start and found myself too far back for the fast neutralised ride to the Gill Garth turn. The judicious use of some fast riders coming through helped me make up some ground.
SIMONS FELL - unprepared
As usual my training on the relatively tame Cotswold escarpment, a sixth of the height of the main climb, is nothing compared to this ascent. I stupidly found myself on the left using the fence line to help get up but that quickly became a stop-start affair with the congestion - amazed that the fence doesn't collapses under our weight. Huge respect to those that helped lug our bikes over the wall in the grim rain and wind. I really must take up some fell running across the border in Wales.
INGLEBOROUGH - gale
I tried to ride the last stretch to the summit but the increasing strength of the wind was a shock - I'm sure my cheeks were rippling as if I were suffering G forces or in free fall (Whernside was the same). The preceding section was the usual ride/run/crawl affair due to the deep peaty ditches every few metres and riding was a battle on the bars to keep the wind sheer from pushing the front wheel off the fine line that meant probable puncture. On the summit, and like club mate Nick below, I found myself battling and leaning in to the wind trying to stop the wind yank the bike off my shoulder. Not for the first time I was wondered why the hell I was doing this race but that thought soon dissipated when I saw the poor dibber reading marshals at the top meaning the first descent beckoned.
COLD COTES - sponge-like
Quite enjoyed the descent as I failed, for once, to find that hidden ditch that usually has me over the bars but that water logged shag pile moss carpet was so speed sapping.
The organisers had their usual fun at the bottom in funnelling us in to the deep mud bog - it reminds me of the incredible Sodbury Slog running race where you can hear the spectators from some distance away laughing as runners fell. This time it was the poor sods who went on the right hand side who came to a wheel sucking stop.
Shouts of "keep to the left" and for a nanosecond I wondered whether they were being cruel and directing me to worse - not the case so thanks girls for that :-)
CHAPEL-le-DALE - fast
In past years this seemed such a slog along this lumpy road but with such strong winds on our tail this was almost enjoyable and I even grabbed a glance at the raging torrent to my left (River Doe) as I passed the White Caves before realising with dread that I was about find out where all that flood water was coming from.
WHERNSIDE - ouch
The climb was just a mind numbing head down slog up the granite steps. All I remember was the stinging, driving rain and for some reason, unlike the pair feet in front of me, I kept stumbling on the rocky steps resulting in a sharp, searing ankle pain (old running injury) when I landed awkwardly. As I neared the narrow rocky section at the top we're led (apprehensively for me) along a narrow path with the cliff edge on the right and the gales unhelpfully coming from the left. This was followed by a wind assisted ride along the top ridge remembering that in my first 3 Peaks (2000) I stopped to take pictures of the spectacular views - it was warm sun shine back then ....... ah, those were happy days :-)...... back to reality.
RIBBLEHEAD - panic!
I love descending, am quite good at it I think, and during training I kept trying to scare my 'cross club mates with some Leckhampton MTB down hill tracks but I have a thing about those bloody slabs and those wide drainage channels. Without any support, spare bike or wheels I become so risk adverse that I end up taking way too long as I run down the soggy grass slopes. As per previous years I promise myself that when there's a dry year I'll try riding it.
The rideable bottom section meant I could pass others before suddenly realised I had bugger all brakes and certainly none at the front! I only bought the bike 8 weeks before and I didn't think to check or fit new disk pads. Another DNF thought, I've lost count now, crossed my mind as another climb and a brakeless descent beckoned.
HORTON - lead-out?
My pre-race plan was to get in a group to help counter the strong head wind, help with the through and off, rest, etc and manage the usual cramp I get on this section. But where was that group when you needed it - obviously I've been too slow. There were some lone riders on the road around and I was passing them with no sign of cramp - my DNF thoughts dissipated.
I spent the time with cold wet fingers trying to tweak the cable adjusters to get some braking force on the rear disk. Front was clearly metal on metal and the metal tab on the pad (RHS of the above photo) was clashing with the rotor arms at slow speeds.
PEN-y-GHENT - flood
Kicked in the 33-32 gear to ride up the track - the first time I've been able to ride the whole track to the moor; the bike proving its worth. The day before I had seen the picture of the stone wall high flood and rode through it with a childish joy - vision of returning down through it with feet out wide.
The slog to the top didn't seem as tough or as long as the first two climbs but I was wondered whether the fell runners ran this section to that right grassy banked turn (marshal with water bottles) before the rocky path close to the summit.
No let up on the wind at the summit - Mountain Rescue apparently recorded 50mph winds - no more to say than that really!
Previous years have involved a painful descent trying to brake on useless rim brakes (my fingers used to cramp up with the pain). This time I graunched down on worn pads but least my hands were pain free :-)
Enjoyed shouting (warning shouts, not abuse!) and passing others at speed before having to dismount and jog through the big flooded section when someone inconsideretaly came to a stop right in front of me.
FINISH - survived :-)
That feeling of relief as I saw the tarmac at Horton is so strong - obviously a roadie at heart. I soon suffering my first signs of cramp as I tried to put some power down to pass a couple of riders.
Finished with such relief and in retrospect I was so glad I didn't succomb to the many thoughts of quitting - sod the lack of a PB - it's just great to say I've completed one of the hardest 3pks.
I like Cycling Weekly's (4th Oct'12) cover page:
Thanks to all those that helped and of course John for organising this race once again - hope this race continues next year.
My summary would be:
- a tad moist, a bit windy, scary cliffs
- a collective of silent suffering
- MTFU
- new disk laden Whyte Saxon bike brilliant
- ..... but no front pads on P-y-G descent
- finish with relief & self pride
Felt unusually nervous knowing the conditions were going to be horrendous and that the usually pessimistic BBC weather forecast was going to be accurate for once. As a result of faffing around wondering what to wear (just like my girls at home) I ended up being late for the start and found myself too far back for the fast neutralised ride to the Gill Garth turn. The judicious use of some fast riders coming through helped me make up some ground.
SIMONS FELL - unprepared
As usual my training on the relatively tame Cotswold escarpment, a sixth of the height of the main climb, is nothing compared to this ascent. I stupidly found myself on the left using the fence line to help get up but that quickly became a stop-start affair with the congestion - amazed that the fence doesn't collapses under our weight. Huge respect to those that helped lug our bikes over the wall in the grim rain and wind. I really must take up some fell running across the border in Wales.
INGLEBOROUGH - gale
I tried to ride the last stretch to the summit but the increasing strength of the wind was a shock - I'm sure my cheeks were rippling as if I were suffering G forces or in free fall (Whernside was the same). The preceding section was the usual ride/run/crawl affair due to the deep peaty ditches every few metres and riding was a battle on the bars to keep the wind sheer from pushing the front wheel off the fine line that meant probable puncture. On the summit, and like club mate Nick below, I found myself battling and leaning in to the wind trying to stop the wind yank the bike off my shoulder. Not for the first time I was wondered why the hell I was doing this race but that thought soon dissipated when I saw the poor dibber reading marshals at the top meaning the first descent beckoned.
COLD COTES - sponge-like
Quite enjoyed the descent as I failed, for once, to find that hidden ditch that usually has me over the bars but that water logged shag pile moss carpet was so speed sapping.
The organisers had their usual fun at the bottom in funnelling us in to the deep mud bog - it reminds me of the incredible Sodbury Slog running race where you can hear the spectators from some distance away laughing as runners fell. This time it was the poor sods who went on the right hand side who came to a wheel sucking stop.
Shouts of "keep to the left" and for a nanosecond I wondered whether they were being cruel and directing me to worse - not the case so thanks girls for that :-)
CHAPEL-le-DALE - fast
In past years this seemed such a slog along this lumpy road but with such strong winds on our tail this was almost enjoyable and I even grabbed a glance at the raging torrent to my left (River Doe) as I passed the White Caves before realising with dread that I was about find out where all that flood water was coming from.
WHERNSIDE - ouch
The climb was just a mind numbing head down slog up the granite steps. All I remember was the stinging, driving rain and for some reason, unlike the pair feet in front of me, I kept stumbling on the rocky steps resulting in a sharp, searing ankle pain (old running injury) when I landed awkwardly. As I neared the narrow rocky section at the top we're led (apprehensively for me) along a narrow path with the cliff edge on the right and the gales unhelpfully coming from the left. This was followed by a wind assisted ride along the top ridge remembering that in my first 3 Peaks (2000) I stopped to take pictures of the spectacular views - it was warm sun shine back then ....... ah, those were happy days :-)...... back to reality.
RIBBLEHEAD - panic!
I love descending, am quite good at it I think, and during training I kept trying to scare my 'cross club mates with some Leckhampton MTB down hill tracks but I have a thing about those bloody slabs and those wide drainage channels. Without any support, spare bike or wheels I become so risk adverse that I end up taking way too long as I run down the soggy grass slopes. As per previous years I promise myself that when there's a dry year I'll try riding it.
The rideable bottom section meant I could pass others before suddenly realised I had bugger all brakes and certainly none at the front! I only bought the bike 8 weeks before and I didn't think to check or fit new disk pads. Another DNF thought, I've lost count now, crossed my mind as another climb and a brakeless descent beckoned.
HORTON - lead-out?
My pre-race plan was to get in a group to help counter the strong head wind, help with the through and off, rest, etc and manage the usual cramp I get on this section. But where was that group when you needed it - obviously I've been too slow. There were some lone riders on the road around and I was passing them with no sign of cramp - my DNF thoughts dissipated.
I spent the time with cold wet fingers trying to tweak the cable adjusters to get some braking force on the rear disk. Front was clearly metal on metal and the metal tab on the pad (RHS of the above photo) was clashing with the rotor arms at slow speeds.
PEN-y-GHENT - flood
Kicked in the 33-32 gear to ride up the track - the first time I've been able to ride the whole track to the moor; the bike proving its worth. The day before I had seen the picture of the stone wall high flood and rode through it with a childish joy - vision of returning down through it with feet out wide.
The slog to the top didn't seem as tough or as long as the first two climbs but I was wondered whether the fell runners ran this section to that right grassy banked turn (marshal with water bottles) before the rocky path close to the summit.
No let up on the wind at the summit - Mountain Rescue apparently recorded 50mph winds - no more to say than that really!
Previous years have involved a painful descent trying to brake on useless rim brakes (my fingers used to cramp up with the pain). This time I graunched down on worn pads but least my hands were pain free :-)
Enjoyed shouting (warning shouts, not abuse!) and passing others at speed before having to dismount and jog through the big flooded section when someone inconsideretaly came to a stop right in front of me.
FINISH - survived :-)
That feeling of relief as I saw the tarmac at Horton is so strong - obviously a roadie at heart. I soon suffering my first signs of cramp as I tried to put some power down to pass a couple of riders.
Finished with such relief and in retrospect I was so glad I didn't succomb to the many thoughts of quitting - sod the lack of a PB - it's just great to say I've completed one of the hardest 3pks.
I like Cycling Weekly's (4th Oct'12) cover page:
- 'IS THIS BRITAIN'S TOUGHEST RACE' - stupid question.
- '4ft deep floods, 50 mph winds, broken bones, 91 non-finshers'
Thanks to all those that helped and of course John for organising this race once again - hope this race continues next year.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
First winter cross ride
Great race in the sun with little mud except in the bottom of this ditch.
.... but something didn't feel right
Felt like I was sitting low and then noticed the post and the tip of the saddle pointing up uncomfortably. Obviously one of those hard 3pks training descents had been too much - OK, and the failure in my planned weight loss regime :-(
Off to the LBS to get it replaced.
Report on the Whyte web site by fellow club mate, racer and Whyte bike designer
http://www.whytebikes.com/wp-whyte/2012/09/whyte-cx-season-kicks-off/
.... but something didn't feel right
Felt like I was sitting low and then noticed the post and the tip of the saddle pointing up uncomfortably. Obviously one of those hard 3pks training descents had been too much - OK, and the failure in my planned weight loss regime :-(Off to the LBS to get it replaced.
Report on the Whyte web site by fellow club mate, racer and Whyte bike designer
http://www.whytebikes.com/wp-whyte/2012/09/whyte-cx-season-kicks-off/
Monday, 6 August 2012
CX self indulgence
Collect bike Sunday....
......setup and then some quick circuits on the meadow.
and then on Monday 2 glorious hours in the Cotswold hills & mud.
Smiling at the end of the ride (tram way descent) and I even remembered to breath in :)
First thoughts:
......setup and then some quick circuits on the meadow.
and then on Monday 2 glorious hours in the Cotswold hills & mud.
First thoughts:
- The longer wheelbase gave me the confidence to ride a large stone step descent for the first time.
- Improved handling on the muddy Birdlip single tracks.
- Realisation that the big benefit of discs is no rim brakes to clog up and hold heavy Cotswold mud.
- Gears as standard are OK for 'cross races but not the Cotswold hills and the Three Peaks.
- 36-46 chainring changed to 33-46 (TA Zephyr 33T 110 BCD)
- 11-28 block changed to 11-32
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
..... and my bike choice is
Drum roll please
It's the................. Whyte 2012 Saxon Cross
A no brainer in the end
Kinesis frameset plus BB7 brakes plus wheels, etc would have cost quite a bit more than a complete bike with the end of 2012 discounts. I also get a 3pks backup bike for myself.
Three peaks and the winter 'cross season will seem very different this year :-) and hopefully the times will reflect the effort and investment.
It's the................. Whyte 2012 Saxon Cross
A no brainer in the end
Three peaks and the winter 'cross season will seem very different this year :-) and hopefully the times will reflect the effort and investment.
Friday, 27 July 2012
Those clever Alexander's at Whyte
Those kind folk (Ian & Pat) at Whyte loaned me the 2012 saxon prototype.
I'm sure this breaks one of my previous posting rules about not using a Haygrath hand-me-down! Here it is with Mr Haygarth using this frameset in last year's 3 pks.
Test ride 1) - Lecky escarpment circuits (ingleborough training) proved the shouldered bike to be 1kg lighter (scales did that really) and great at holding a line down the goat track - already confident on the bike negotiating the rocky, rooty, twisty descent on this bike.
Test ride 2) - the Big One: The Gulley with Jeff and John - a 3:30hr technical ride on one of the club MTB routes. Later in the ride I mentioned we were about to tackle the gulley at which Jeff commented that he'd never done it properly on an MTB. In the end we did the gulley, a tight, rocky, stream bed ascent fairly comfortable showing once again that cross bikes can match MTBs cross country.
Initial conclusion on the whyte proto cross bike:
I'm sure this breaks one of my previous posting rules about not using a Haygrath hand-me-down! Here it is with Mr Haygarth using this frameset in last year's 3 pks.
Test ride 1) - Lecky escarpment circuits (ingleborough training) proved the shouldered bike to be 1kg lighter (scales did that really) and great at holding a line down the goat track - already confident on the bike negotiating the rocky, rooty, twisty descent on this bike.
Test ride 2) - the Big One: The Gulley with Jeff and John - a 3:30hr technical ride on one of the club MTB routes. Later in the ride I mentioned we were about to tackle the gulley at which Jeff commented that he'd never done it properly on an MTB. In the end we did the gulley, a tight, rocky, stream bed ascent fairly comfortable showing once again that cross bikes can match MTBs cross country.
Initial conclusion on the whyte proto cross bike:
- Discs are such a dream - effortless and more power. Why wait for heavy, costly hydrolic brakes when the power from cable brakes is easily enough. I also want tektro cable 'cross levers.
- longer wheelbase resulted in greater confidence on technical 3pks like descents compared to my old Milnes bike where I was constantly battling the physics of tipping over the bars. In cross racing the lack of a foot & wheel overlap (1 inch on the milnes bike) means I can put 175 cranks on and negotiate the tight racing turns.
- Comfort - the carbon forks (my first on a 'cross bike) and the rear triangle absorbed huge amount of rocky descent. Pen-y-Ghent will feel so different :-)
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