Better late than never…

The better half recently suggested that I update this blog because, well, I hadn’t for a while…

If you followed my story 2 years ago (was it really that long ago?!?), you may remember that I was training for a London to Paris charity bike ride.

Given that I haven’t updated this site since then, you may have thought that I gave up along the way, and threw the bike into the English Channel.

The truth is that I did complete the ride, thoroughly enjoyed it and raised some money for the East Anglian Air Ambulance along the way.

Here is my belated story….

Day 1 – London to Calais – 90ish miles

Day 1 was an early start to make my way from Catford, where I spent the night before, to the meeting point at Blackheath Common. A short ride, but laden with a large rucksack strapped to the front and a rucksack strapped to the back, progress was a little slow.

I arrived at Blackheath in good time and was very happy to be relieved of my large rucksack, which was travelling in the back of a support van.

At this point I was feeling full of nerves and trepidation, not sure whether I would be able to make it all the way to Paris by pedal power alone, but I soon forgot about that when we set off and I had to concentrate on weaving my way through the London traffic.

Everyday was roughly split the same: 20 miles cycling, water stop, 20 miles cycling, lunch, 20 miles cycling, water stop, 20 miles cycling, collapse in the hotel bar…

At the water stops there was an ample supply of water, flapjacks and sweets to boost our energy level to the next stop. I really didn’t need to bring all those Gels with me.

Everyday lunch was amazing. The mobile caterers did a really good job of setting up a varied buffet lunch for us to enjoy. Well done and thank you.

The first day was tough crossing the Downs, especially for someone who is used to cycling in Norfolk. There really wasn’t much of a rush however and we had plenty of time to go at our own pace and we had a generous couple of hours for the lunch stop.

I did feel relieved when I saw the sign welcoming me to Dover knowing that the first days cycling was nearly completed. For those of you wondering how we got across the Channel, we did not swim, we took the ferry.

 

Day 2 – Calais to Arras – 80ish miles

Day 2 started with a flat ride for the first 10 miles out of Calais, before we hit the slightly more hilly stuff. Nothing as high as the 1st day, but a bit of fatigue was setting in.

Now, at this point I need to correct a misconception I read several times before the trip, namely that French roads are super smooth and much better than English roads. Total rubbish, French roads were just as bumpy and potholed as the English ones.

Maybe we were unlucky, maybe, we were just a little bit too far off the beaten track and on the quieter country roads.

After a long day in the saddle, I relaxed with a nice beer in the hotel.

 

Day 3 – Arras to Compiegne – 80ish miles

Day 3 what a drag…

We set off from Arras passing more stark reminders of World War 1 on our way to the water stop at the Thiepval war memorial.

Disaster struck a couple of miles short of Thiepval with my first (and only) puncture of the trip.

My attempts to fix the puncture at the side of the road proved futile, so in the back of the van the bike and I went for a bit of a breather.

At Thiepval the support crew from Discover Adventure helped with the repair. There was a snag though. after taken the tyre off it was obvious that the old one had a cut in it. Not a problem, plenty off spares. We managed to break a spoke getting the tyre off, not normally a problem, plenty off spares, just none the right size…

To patch things up, my bike was fitted with the rear wheel from the spare bike which involved a lot of swearing and changing of parts, but got me on the road again.

After a quick look around the museum, it was off crossing the Somme valley, which was very scenic but was soon followed by the dullest, flattest 30 mile stretch across Picardie countryside. If I could have given up, it would have been now. After 2 and a half days in the saddle it was all just too tedious.

 

 

Day 4 – Compiegne to Paris – 60ish miles

Day 4 another drag and then a delight

My legs were by now like jelly and I was feeling sore in other places too. Today was a relatively short day but the first half really dragged, however I knew that with every pedal I was getting closer to the end. Just keep peddling, just keep peddling…

It was around 20 miles from the end that I first spotted the Eiffel Tower in the distance and I realised that I was getting close to the end.

Our meeting point was Parc Monceau, from where we would ride together to the Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs Elysees to finish at the Eiffel Tower.

From here we made our way to our hotel for a celebration dinner.

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Day 5

Before our afternoon Eurostar train back to London we had the morning at leisure to explore Paris. Being a glutton for punishment I booked myself a sightseeing tour by bike…

Having been to Paris a couple of times before, I decided to go off the beaten track a little bit and so booked the “Latin Quarter + Le Marais Bike Tour” with Blue Bike Sightseeing. I thoroughly enjoyed the tour around some of the less explored parts of Paris and can recommend the tour.

 

 

And finally…

Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who sponsored me and thus motivated me to complete the challenge.

The challenge itself is easy enough, if a little tedious, if you put enough training in before hand. On my trip, everyone completed the trip except for one casualty along the way.

In terms of the training, there are many training plans available online, but as a rule of thumb if you work towards cycling 60 to 70 miles a day on 3 consecutive days you should be fine.

Finally, I would like to thank the guys at Discover Adventure who ran this trip. They were well organised and managed to get my bike going again when it had had enough. I can recommend them.

And what next. I would like to do another cycle challenge, but before then, I have something different already booked, but more about that another day!

 

 

Paris or bust

Forgive me readers for I have skimped. It’s been 2 months since my last blog update….

This weekend marked the end of training for the London to Paris cycle ride I will be taking part in, starting in just 9 days time!

This weekends plan was an 80% distance dry run of the real thing.

Thursday 14th July – Ely to Cambridge

Needing to go to Cambridge, I decided to take the train to Ely and cycle to the UK capital of the bicycle, Cambridge.

Usually I drive to Cambridge, but I thought I would join the crowds of highway code ignoring locals and students and to see what it is like to ride dangerously!

Clearly, I did not do my homework as the Cycle Route 13 from Ely to Cambridge takes you across the fen on gravel tracks and along the river Cam on a tow path. Not really any good on a road bike with skinny, slick tyres.

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Arrived in Cambridge, it was time for refreshments and watch people on the river trying to steer punts in a straight line. Clearly, many needed a lot more practice…

Business done in Cambridge, it was time to head back to one of the smallest UK cities, Ely to take the train home.

Friday 15th July – North Norfolk Coast Loop

After a day enjoying the flat roads of Cambridgeshire, Friday was high time for some hills, Norfolk style. Not the highest in the world, but constant up and down along the coast.

This is my regular ride and giving it was coming towards the end of training, one 30 mile lap wasn’t enough so I did two.

Saturday 16th July – Ely to North Walsham

What a disaster! The plan was to cycle around 75 miles from Ely to North Walsham to get some miles in.

Around 20 miles in a double pot hole hit at speed: thud, thud, whoosh. Puncture! Not a  worry I thought. Less than 15 minutes later the inner tube was changed and I was on my way again.

Over the next 10 miles I realised something wasn’t right. First I thought it was the fact that this was the 3rd day on the trot that I was out cycling, then I thought it was the under inflated rear tyre, then I realised that something was seriously wrong with the rear wheel, it was wobbling alarmingly. Clearly I damaged it when I whacked it.

The problem with cycling in the middle of nowhere is that the next cycle shop was another 20 miles away. So I carried on and checked my bike into Halford’s in Dereham, 25 miles short of my destination. Time to take the bus home…

Sunday 17th July – Marriotts Way

Sunday started with a trip to Norwich to pick up some part to fix my other bike. No excuses on the last day of training!

Bike duly fixed, it was time to set off. As I was riding a hybrid bike, I thought I would take Marriotts Way, an old railway line from Aylsham to Norwich for a bit of variety.

The surface changed from Mud to Sand to Gravel frequently, but it was nice to have some variety.

Lunch was had on the Riverside in Norwich, washed down with a pint of beer. Can you be done for being ‘drunk in charge of a bicycle’?

Looking back

4 days, 210 miles cycled, 1 bike broken, 1 bike repaired.

I ended up being 25 miles short of my target, so the final tally was around 75% of London to Paris distance instead of my 80% target.

Looking forward

Am I ready? Ready as I’ll ever be.

I can’t say I was dead on my feet on any day and I’m sure I would have managed the extra miles needed to reach Paris.

So why am I doing this? For personal pride, but also to raise money for a good cause, the East Anglian Air Ambulance.

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The next time I’ll post, I will hopefully be sat on a ferry in Dover in 9 days time. Until then, Au revoir!

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Yarmouth or bust!

So 11 weeks to go until my London to Paris cycle ride and training continues.  This weeks plan was to cycle 105 miles over 4 days and the final total was 105 miles over 4 days. Hoorah!

My longest ride to date had been around 45 miles; High time to push the boundaries. The target was 60 miles. I choose Great Yarmouth as my destination. The 26 or so miles to Yarmouth flew by aided by a strong tail wind.

The problem with a tail wind on the way out is a head wind on the way back. Oh dear… The 30 miles back home were done at a snails pace and were the most physically demanding thing I can ever remember doing.

The mornings sunny spells gave way to spells of rain just to make things that bit more challenging. At various time turning around and taking the train home were seriously considered, but I push through and eventually made it back home.

To think that in 11 weeks I’ll be doing 80 miles on 4 consecutive days. Scary!

That’s all for today.

Thanks for reading

Sascha