Saturday, 9 October 2010

Ventoux 2010

A few weeks ago while on holiday in the Ardeche with Liz and Marnie I decided to have a go at Ventoux after reading Lance's "It's not about the bike". It was 2 hours drive from where we were staying so I reckoned I could make a day trip of it on my own. I had been going out for an hour or two every morning near our gite and had found a little "col" to practice on, so wasn't totally out of shape, but was still so certain of failure that I decided to do the attempt in my trainers so it would be easier to walk when my legs gave up.
As soon as I pulled off the motorway in Provence I could see it in the distance, and started to wonder what the fuck I was doing - it was massive. I headed to Bedoin and got kitted up, then followed the signs through the village and checked the time. Based on what Neil and Alex had done I thought if I did actually make it, it would be good to beat 3 hours.
The first couple of miles were rubbish. It didn't feel like the climb had started yet, but I was already in a pretty low gear and had sore legs. Resigned to the fact that I was even shitter than anticipated, I slowed right down and just took in the scenery. A few minutes later I rounded the first proper hairpin and got an idea of what the next few hours would be like. I couldn't comprehend that this was it- no rest, no change of gradient, no easing off or you roll backwards- for about 12 more miles!.

I got in bottom gear, got my head down, and just took it all in. It's like bike perfection- twisting up through the immaculate pine forest, going over years of tour graffiti, occasionally glimpsing the deep blue sky. I decided I would have to move to Bedoin so I could do this every day for the rest of my life. It was amazing, and I was telling my eyes to hoover up as much information as possible so I wouldn't ever forget any of it.

After a while chugging along I tried to look out for a distance marker to judge my progress, and seemed to be doing pretty well, and if I thought about it I had been passing quite a lot of people, and nobody had passed me yet. It felt like I wasn't really doing anything, as if someone else was riding the bike and I just had to sit there, relax, and I would be delivered to the summit.
Soon the trees were thinning out and the ground was getting more dusty and gravelly, and after a while I got my first sight of the top since entering the forest. It didn't look that far, and I was still feeling worryingly fresh. I waited for the next marker and it confirmed that I only had about 6 or 7 km left, and I had only taken about an hour so far. If anything I was speeding up, and I was passing more and more people who looked like they should have been going a lot faster. One wiry older guy with a tea coloured tan said something French and encouraging as I passed him, and I decided to step on it a bit. I was waiting for my rookie enthusiasm to come and bite me on the arse.

Standing up to round the last hairpin I checked the time and couldn't believe it. When I came to a stop at the summit I checked again, and again, and realised i'd done it in a little over 1hour 43, and smiled like an idiot. The view from the top was fucking amazing.

Friday, 17 September 2010

Southern - WITH TIMES

Two men, one dream - to be RUBBISH

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Southern sportive

Ian and I did the short route on the southern sportive on Sunday and thus actually enjoyed it! Last day of summer by the looks of things as well.

No pics of Ian but here is Neil post ride looking F R E S H.

Monday, 9 August 2010

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Saturday, 8 May 2010

The Moore Stable

My old steel mountain bike, stripped and resprayed a tasteful pale grey.

The Italian Stallion.
Ian will notice the rear tyre "direction of travel" arrows are facing the wrong way.

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Hooray, we are Rubbish!

Okay, so we all did the Risborough Sportive & got some worryingly good results by our standards.

I became fearful that we might not even be Rubbish at bicycling anymore.

Happily, it turns out that these fears were groundless. (I'm proud to say that even my anxieties are Rubbish).

Lest we get too excited about nearly averaging 17 mph in an 82-mile one-day sportive, the record shows that 17 mph (or 27 km/h) was the average speed over the entire 2,994 km course of the Tour de France... in 1905.

Here's a photo of a mountain stage of the 1905 tour, showing what those chaps were riding. I reckon the machines must have weighed 15 or 20kg. The tubes look to be forged from iron girders hacked off Victorian bridges, welded together with the toxic spittle of hunchbacked blacksmiths, and weighted down with lead ingots to provide ballast for superior cornering. The bikes were single-speed fixies. I believe some had a rear wheel that could be removed (with a spanner, I suppose) and turned around to engage a second gear on the flip side of the hub. It would be another 32 years before deraileur gears were introduced to the Tour.

In 2009, the average speed over the whole Tour was 25 mph.

Just in case anyone else was wondering whether we were still Rubbish or not.

Sunday, 25 April 2010

The Rizzle 2010 by hindsm at Garmin Connect - Details

The Rizzle 2010 by hindsm at Garmin Connect - Details

Full route completely killed us. Matt, Jake and Crispy a whisker away from gold. Respect to Jake, who effectively dragged rubbish to glory.

Sunday, 18 April 2010

A new PB!

Richmond challenge 61 mins 6 secs down from 65 mins.
Sub 60 should be doable this summer for sure!

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Thumbs up for Torq

New energy drink choice is fantastic.
Flavourless and not sticky. So much better than every other brand I've

Monday, 5 April 2010

Homeward bound!

After a fitness alert shocker of a ride lapping Box Hill.
Team rubbish was represented by Hinds Cleave snr. Hinds cousin dom and
his pal whose name unfortunaty escapes me.
Good fun most of the time and the new wheels make a lovely hum.
Need way more fitness for the Rizzle though - GULP!

Matt & Dom

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Monday, 22 February 2010


Last Friday i got drunk and rode home from bethnal green to stokey. i fell off somewhere and landed on my head, face and knee, and was found by liz in our bathroom unable to remember where i'd been, or who with. i had it seems smashed my bike helmet and got a bit concussed... surely the most rubbish cycling done by any of us yet.
Needless to say i'm feeling like a very very lucky boy..