Monday, August 31, 2015

Hilly 12 and Hill Climb - result

Kingston Phoenix Road Club
39th Club Hilly 12 Mile Time Trial (GS/281)
Club Hill Climb Championship
Sunday 31st August 2015

No  Name              Time     HcpT    Plus  Scr/Hcp    Award
 7  Dale Lush        34-16    34-16            7/4     1st Place
13  Tom Fricker      34-26     PTT  Farnham RC
12  Simon Tehearn    36-03    32-48   -2:58    6/5
14  David Watt       37-53    37-53            5/2
 2  James Roberts    38-25    32-40            4/6     2nd Hcp
 3  Jake Dodd        40-39    31-39   -2:03    7/7     1st Hcp
 4  Michael Fricker  42-02     PTT  Farnham RC
 8  Mike Morley      46-21    35-36   -4:10    3/3
 5  Rick Opie        47-32    36-32   -12:14   2/2 PB
 1  Patrick Ryan     55-51    40-51   -16:41   2/2
 6  Steve Hillier     DNS Apol
 9  Alex Kew          DNS Apol
10  Adrian Feasby     DNS Apol
11  Duncan Folkes     DNS Apol

Hill Climb Championship
14  David Watt       1-47.92        7    Men’s Champion
 7  Dale Lush        1-48.17        6
13  Tom Fricker      1-53.45
12  Simon Trehearn   1-53.84  PB    5
 2  James Roberts    1-56.02        4
 3  Jake Dodd        2-25.00        7    Woman’s Champion
 5  Rick Opie        2-38.70  PB    3
 4  Michael Fricker  2-41.44
 8  Mike Morley      2-57.79        2
 1  Patrick Ryan     3-32.26        2

Acknowledgments - Many Thanks to the following helpers  for making this a safe event:

Handicapper:          Brian Powney
Event Signs:          Steve Hillier
Mickleham:            Judy Margery 
Into Box Hill:        Carolyn Margery 
Headley Grove:        David & Iain Margery
Clay Lane:            Frank Powney 
A24:                  Grant Pyke
Beaverbrook Rbt:      Steve Hillier
H/C Start Timekeeper: Ken Williams


Thursday, August 27, 2015

Proud Grandad - Harry James at 2hrs

Hope Tim & Fiona don't mind but as a family we are all happy that Tim & Fiona have a new baby brother to Florence Olive born at 4pm 26 Aug weighing 7lb. 1oz despite being 3 wks early. Mother and baby doing well and expect to be home Friday. Tim sent the following photo!

Hilly 12 Start Sheet

Kingston Phoenix Road Club
Hilly 12 & Club Hill Climb Championship
Sunday August 30th 2015

Number Name HCAP Class Start Time
1 Patrick Ryan 15:00 V 8:01 AM
2 James Roberts 5:45 S 8:02 AM
3 Jake Dodd 9:00 VW 8:03 AM
4 Tom Fricker (Farnham) PTT 8:04 AM
5 Rick Opie 11:00 V 8:05 AM
6 Steve Hillier 6:45 V 8:06 AM
7 Dale Lush - S 8:07 AM
8 Mike Morley 10:45 V 8:08 AM
9 Alex Kew 3:00 V 8:09 AM
10 Adrian Feasby 11:00 V 8:10 AM
11 Duncan Folkes 6:00 V 8:11 AM
12 Simon Trehearn 3:15 V 8:12 AM
13 Paul Fricker (Farnham) PTT 8:13 AM
14 David Watt - S 8:14 AM

Monday, August 24, 2015

Bec 25 - Result

Kingston Phoenix Road Club
Bec CC/Club Event
25 Mile Time Trial
Sunday 23rd August 2015

No Name              Time      Hcp     HcpT   VetStd  Scr/Hcp Awards
54 Dale Lush          58-22    1-00    57-22            7/7  1st Hcp PB (1st 25)
52 Alex Kew         1-03-13    4-00    59-13  +4:47     6/5
86 Simon Trehearn   1-04-18    4-00  1-00-18  +2:12     5/4
18 Jake Dodd        1-07-45    9-00    58-45  +9:26     7/6  
48 Philip Burgin      DNF     13-00                     1/1
94 Grant Pyke         DNF     19-00                     1/1
32 Dave Watt          DNS      Scr                      0/0



Saturday, August 22, 2015

ECCA 12 - Post 3 - by Dave Watt

On Sunday 16 August Alex, Simon and I took part in the ECCA 12 hour time trial on the E2/12 course near Cambridge.  Jake has added photos to the blog and Alex told his story, so here’s the tale of my day.

 I got into time trialling in 2014 as a way of improving my triathlon performances and training for my first iron man, which came and went along with any motivation to swim or run.  Fortunately my appetite for cycling remained and 2015 , despite starting slowly, progressed into a successful year with PBs at all distances and particularly pleasing 4:15 hundred in terrible conditions on a tough course.  All that, along with some encouraging/bullying/egging on/motivating from mainly Brian and Debs convinced me to enter the 12 hour with only four weeks until the event.

 The idea, I told myself, was to ride the 12 as a first attempt giving me the experience to have a ‘proper’ go at one the following year.  I’m not sure that I, or anybody else, ever believed that was how I would ride it.

 I had been planning to ride the SERC 10 on the Saturday morning before the 12 hour, and to ride the Phoenix 10 in the afternoon.  I changed my mind about the SERC 10 shortly after waking up, but still made it out for a pretty average 10 in the afternoon.  I’m glad I did, as Dale, Russ and I broke the Phoenix team ten record that had stood since 1988 (Dale can take most of the credit for that, and may well go on to break many Phoenix records if he keeps improving at the same rate).

 After a brief visit home to see Debs and the dogs I left for Cambridge, picking up James Roberts on the way.  James would be my key support on the day, always on hand with drink, food, spare wheels and shouts of encouragement.  In practice, I suspect James just did whatever Brian told him to!

 Saturday night pre-race fuelling took place at Little Chef before an earlier night.  I fancied a rom-com, but James was keen to get some shut eye.  Something about having a big day on Sunday. Being so close to the HQ meant we got to lie in until 5:15, before pre-race porridge and a liberal application of chamois cream.  Then it was off to register ahead of my 6:22 start time.  Alex and Simon started 20 minutes and 10 minutes before me which, on current form, gave me nice targets to chase, though it appeared I might catch my minute man much sooner.  He didn’t fancy doing two laps of the first circuit so planned to go slow enough not to make the cut-off for a second lap and, sure enough, I caught him less than four minutes into a 12 hour race.

 The day was made up of four ‘circuits’.  The first was a 40 mile out and back on the A11/A14.  The cut-off for the start of the second circuit was 8:30 (miss the cut-off and you get diverted immediately onto the next circuit).  I was keen to make a second lap as on paper the first circuit looked like the fastest of the day.  It was, despite one small incident.  At around 50 miles I punctured.  I recalled that tubulars can ride flat without too much trouble so, knowing I pass my support team soon, I rode on rather than waste time fixing the tyre.  The ride might have been a bit shaky, but was only around 10% down on speed, which was good, because it was a little further than expected  before I found James and a spare wheel. Having ridden five miles on a flat, the comfort of a fully inflated front tyre was bliss.

 The B circuit (aka the morning circuit) was immediately less fun than the first.  It was undulating and I found it hard to find any rhythm.  I very quickly started to look forward to getting off it.  My first proper stop came at around 100 miles, which had taken about 4:20, a little ahead of target pace.  Half a sandwich and a quick stretch later and I was back on the bike.  ‘Interestingly’ that half sandwich was pretty much all the savoury food I ate during the ride.  I had prepared six of them in anticipation of getting sick of gels, but that time never came, and 27 gels in one day might be a record I struggle to break.

 The morning circuit gave me my first glimpse of the fast guys.  Number 90 came passed me like I was stood still, but then he had legs like my waist and a chain ring like my wheels, and no doubt phenomenal capacity to suffer.  Anyway, I was glad to be diverted off the morning circuit after four laps.  The last hour and a half had been dark, mentally that is.  The weather was fantastic all day, with only a little pick up in the wind during the afternoon and an hour of hot sunshine.

 The C circuit (aka the afternoon circuit) was much more up my street.  Fast flat roads under trees, nice villages, plenty of support, and a very fast stretch along a busy road, only hampered by traffic lights.  I had a real purple patch.  I stopped three times to stretch and refuel, more in preparation for the last circuit than because I felt I had too.  My stops meant I passed the same people on several occasions only for them to repass me as I guzzled coke and melon. The afternoon circuit had a busy stretch of supporters, including Simon and Lisa.  Simon had bailed with nausea after 100 miles or so and spent the rest of the day sat in the sun cheering on Alex and me.  I got increasingly jealous of how comfortable his deckchair looked!

 Then it came, the D circuit (aka the finishing circuit).  Making it this far made us finishers.  The finishing circuit was about 12 miles long with timekeepers placed every 1.5 miles with the idea that you keep going until you hit 12 hours and then ride to the next timekeeper.  The last two timekeepers you pass then do some linear interpolation to get your final distance.

 Once on the finishing circuit you don’t even need to keep going to the 12 hour mark.  Theoretically I could stop any time and get a distance, but there was almost three hours left and targets to hit.  At the time 200 miles came up I was confident that I could make my 240 mile goal, and probably had enough in the tank for 250 miles.  Beyond 250 miles the next targets were 252.3 (Stu’s distance) and 256.9 (Frank’s club record).  For a brief moment, with around two hours to go, I thought the latter might be on so pushed hard for a lap.  I think my legs had it in them, but my back and neck did not, or perhaps I just didn’t man-up enough.  I couldn’t lift my neck up to look forwards, so there was times I was riding along a three lane busy road, at 25mph, staring down at the white line to judge my position in the lane.  Not fun.

 By the final hour I was unable to get down onto the aero bars so was struggling to average 20mph.  Frank’s record was safe but 250 miles was still on and there was an outside chance of getting bragging rights over Stu.  Cheers from James, Jake and Brian kept me going, as did fantastic support from strangers around the lap.

 Having completed almost five laps of the circuit I was familiar with the stretches between each timekeeper so was absolutely gutted to pass TK7 with 11:59 on the clock knowing that the next stretch had a horrible lump in the middle that I would need to keeping pushing over before reaching TK0 and finally stopping.  Getting off the bike and lying in the grass was bliss until my legs, which had felt good all day, started to throb.  A quick call from Debs took my mind off that before we, slowly, made our way back to the HQ to exchange numbers for a cup of coffee, a feature of time trials of all distances.

 And that’s it.  I reckon I might even do another one day, but I’ll try resist any attempt by Brian to bully me into a 24.  I would encourage any cycling friends to give one a go! All that’s left is to say a massive thanks to those who supported from near and far, especially James, Brian and Jake, who literally kept us going for the day.

Provisional results:
1st      Adam Topham      314.3 miles (26mph – ridiculous!)
10th    Dave Watt       252.7 miles
20th    Alex Kew        234.4 miles

 That leaves me placed 36th and Alex placed 54th in the British Best All-Round (BBAR) competition.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Bec Open 25 Mile TT - Start Sheet

G25/54 - Headquarters at Broadbridge Heath

Start Time
Handicap (mins)
Vets Standard

Jackie Dodd
David Watt

Philip Burgin
Alex Kew
Dale Lush

Simon Trehearn
Grant Pyke

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

ECCA 12 Hour - Post 2

Myself, David W and Simon T made the start line and it turned out to be a perfect day for a 12. Light cloud cover, barely any wind and mild temperatures were the order of the day. At around 11.30am the cloud started to break up and the temperature climbed, which could have made the afternoon more interesting, but after an hour or so the cloud came back and the temperature dropped back to around 18-19 degrees. It looked like the weather Gods were on our side.

David and I were attempting our first 12 while the old hand that is Simon Trehearn was on his fourth start in a 12 hour TT. I had the pleasure of being the first Phoenix man off and it was a bit lonely to start with as I headed up the DC, as of the 10 starters in front of me, 5 were dns. My personal plan was to just take it really steady for the first 4 hours or so and see how things panned out. I didn't even have a cycle computer with me to tell me my average speed as all I was concerned about was to still be turning the cranks at 17:58 in the evening on the finishing circuit. I took the opportunity to freewheel where possible and try to save something for later on although the first circuit required fairly continuous pedalling.  The first bottle drop was at about 50 miles or so and then it was time to head back up the DC for the second lap of circuit A. I had bagged up some sweet and savoury snacks which my Dad handed up and I ate on the go and seemed to stay down ok. I perfected a technique of gripping the bag at the end of my aerobars while hunting around in there for a haribo sweet or mini-cheddar. At the end of circuit A my breakfast coffee decided to need emptying so after trying to ignore it for half an hour I decided I would be a lot more comfortable if I just got rid, so a quick stop in a layby was needed. I didn't need to go again for the rest of the day.

I went through 100 miles in 4:36 (I had done the SCCU 100 a few weeks before in 4:37 but that was a considerably slower course on a considerably slower day, so no panic) and it had really flown by, but as I started to orbit the second circuit, that's when it started to get a bit tougher. A few aches in my neck but I was staying on the aerobars for most of the ride and more solid food was staying down (mini Cornish pasties and scotch eggs; food of champions!). It was here that the three of us found ourselves together. While I was feeding Dave pulled up behind me for a quick pitstop from James while I had a slightly longer stop. Dave headed off and about a mile up the road I saw Simon. I was just about to catch him and see how he was getting on when my chain came off the front ring, so I had to stop while sorting that out. Simon got to Lisa and dismounted, I assumed for a feed, but it turned out that the gastric issues he has been suffering from on these longer events had returned, so he had decided to call it a day, which was a real shame. Thankfully, he stayed around with Lisa and provided some great support for the rest of the day.

I have to say I really enjoyed most of circuit C. I'm a bit of a plane spotter, so the sight of a Supermarine Spitfire doing circuits and bumps on the first lap, followed by a B17 Flying Fortress landing on the next one was a very pleasant surprise. I suppose I should have been more focussed on my ride, but to be honest, by that stage, I was glad of anything that was taking my mind off the pain in my neck and my right knee which had started to let me know it was there. The neck pain made steering and watching the road particularly difficult, with my nose about 2 inches from my water bottle between my bars, just staring at my bottom bracket. I resembled a nodding dog, continually flicking my head up to try to see the road ahead. I have since looked at some photos and my aero-helmet is acting like an enormous wind-break in that position. Slightly sub-optimal!  Then cramp started to set in, with both my quad muscles cramping simultaneously (why do both sides always go at the same time?) I got back round to Brian, Jake, and Dad, and Brian proceeded to get out some form of embrocation which he started to massage into my legs. There are apparently places in Soho wher you would pay good money for that, but all I had to do was to ride for 12 hours. I also took the opportunity to get some salty peanuts and crisps eaten to hopefully stave off another attack. It seemed to work as I had no further cramp issues during the ride.

So after a few loops of C it was off to the finishing circuit. It was great to see Simon and Lisa there at the TK0 position, Lisa informing me that I had finished my first 12 hour TT, but adding that I should enjoy the next 2.5 hours anyway! I did actually quite enjoyed this circuit. Yes, it was a bit more lumpy than the others but this meant I was able to get out the saddle more often and change my body position and the regular time keepers posts around it made it quite easy to mentally chunk it down. I really hated the A505 section, which by this time was very busy with traffic and with me almost unable to lift my head, I was steering by keeping my left thumb, which was on the end of the bars, running over the white lines at the side of the road. It didn't stop me clattering the odd cats-eye though.

To be honest, by this stage I was just glad to be getting near the end and while Brian had been telling me that I was on for 240 miles, I was perfectly happy with 230-something, so the stops were getting slightly longer and more frequent. At my last stop, I had more cola and melon which had been keeping me going for the past 4 hours, and eventually Jake got me going again, spinning out for my final lap.  Knowing it was my last 45 minutes on the bike was a big relief and I really enjoyed it, soaking up the support out on the circuit, including complete strangers handing up bottles and sponges and congratulating the other riders like me, who only had a few minutes' riding left.

This was a great team effort and a massive thanks go to Brian, Lisa, Jake, James and my Dad, who like me, knew nothing about riding a 12 hour TT. Without their support I simply would not have finished. It was a brilliant event and I encourage any of our members, if you haven't tried it; give it a go. you won't regret it (much).