It was really, really hot. 30 degrees, very exposed and with a lot of climbing, I had to call it quits after riding my slowest 100 miles ever. 175 kms (108 miles) in total but with 3396m of climbing.
The punctures at the beginning of the day and the tyre change after having to wait for the bike shop to open, all meant that my head had gone before I had got going. Still, a brilliant ride which took in Chatsworth, Holme Moss (didn’t realise until the top), Snake Pass and lots of other climbs. I will be back to finish the whole thing, maybe later on in the year when it gets a bit cooler.
I now understand Paris-Roubaix a little more!
It was a lovely morning to start proceedings with the mist lifting off the tarmac. Mike saw us off with a “you might as well start then” and we rode out. A chap who I’d already picked out as probably quite quick was off the front straight away and I didn’t even try to follow. So I was second from the front and was focused on maintaining a very steady effort both going up and coming down. Before long my focus turned to taking photos as the landscape began to change; the route snaked through the industrial North before the moors came in to sight, blacked out against the morning sun, bringing Tolkien’s misty mountains to mind.
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