The last time I had a free weekend and some suitable extreme weather conditions was in April, when I headed over to the Cyclopark. Back then it was the middle of the UK's monsoon season and the park was a work in progress - essentially a fully completed track, surrounded by ploughed fields, a portaloo and a few gazeebos:
ANYway, seeing as Saturday saw the SE's weather doing its best impression of the Roaring Fourties, it was clearly an appropriately bad time to dust off the nice bike, strap on a number and ride round in a circle for an hour or so. Almost from the off, the gusting Southerly winds made their impact felt on the East-West oriented track, with nowhere to hide except for the Dutch-style echelons that formed and very quickly the front group was whittled down to 10-or-so. Standing about as much chance of winning a bunch sprint as Peter Stringfellow in a convent, I made a solo bid for glory on the last lap, almost stacking it on the hairpin corner that I had been taking aggressively all day, but getting enough of a gap to stay dangling off the front. Unfortunately some bugger had put the line a couple of hundred metres further back than I thought, and I was pipped to the post. Still, had great fun pretending to be a good cyclist, and I think my heart enjoyed exploring new upper limits http://connect.garmin.com/activity/189492082#
Sunday was the extravagantly early starting first round of the Richmond Park time trial series. With a start time of 6.03, that meant waking up at 4.30 to cross a surprisingly busy London before reaching the blissfully peaceful Royal Park. Some aggressive cornering, a mild case of the bonk, and a four-egg binge later, and I was ready to eat my way through the rest of the weekend with the fantastic Father's Day set menu and Elliot's cafe. Great weekend, all in all
Oh, and I also did some cutting and stitching so that the rapidly wearing through backside of my uber-expensive Assos shorts no longer display my crack to all behind me #winsallround
The last time I had a free weekend and some suitable extreme weather conditions was in April, when I headed over to the Cyclopark. Back then it was the middle of the UK's monsoon season and the park was a work in progress - essentially a fully completed track, surrounded by ploughed fields, a portaloo and a few gazeebos:
ANYway, seeing as Saturday saw the SE's weather doing its best impression of the Roaring Fourties, it was clearly an appropriately bad time to dust off the nice bike, strap on a number and ride round in a circle for an hour or so. Almost from the off, the gusting Southerly winds made their impact felt on the East-West oriented track, with nowhere to hide except for the Dutch-style echelons that formed and very quickly the front group was whittled down to 10-or-so. Standing about as much chance of winning a bunch sprint as Peter Stringfellow in a convent, I made a solo bid for glory on the last lap, almost stacking it on the hairpin corner that I had been taking aggressively all day, but getting enough of a gap to stay dangling off the front. Unfortunately some bugger had put the line a couple of hundred metres further back than I thought, and I was pipped to the post. Still, had great fun pretending to be a good cyclist, and I think my heart enjoyed exploring new upper limits
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/189492082#
Sunday was the extravagantly early starting first round of the Richmond Park time trial series. With a start time of 6.03, that meant waking up at 4.30 to cross a surprisingly busy London before reaching the blissfully peaceful Royal Park. Some aggressive cornering, a mild case of the bonk, and a four-egg binge later, and I was ready to eat my way through the rest of the weekend with the fantastic Father's Day set menu and Elliot's cafe. Great weekend, all in all
Oh, and I also did some cutting and stitching so that the rapidly wearing through backside of my uber-expensive Assos shorts no longer display my crack to all behind me #winsallround