Tour of Penrith

This year’s big event for me was theTour of Penrith. This is the second self-organised three-day cycling tour myself and a group of great friends from B&DCC have put together and ridden. In terms of Hills, this was by far the most epic, despite having tackled The Tour of the Highlands and our self-organised Tour of Shropshire, both of which included some big name climbs.

This year was my turn to organise, as I’d ridden in the lakes, the National Cycle Network C2C route and had a bit of local knowledge from that. I used the C2C Guide website to find somewhere to stay and stumbled on The Strickland Arms near Penrith for a base. This looked pretty good. A cycling focused pub with good group accommodation and an amazing sounding menu, plenty of space to park, on quiet roads, within reach of a lot of epic cycling. Seemed a bit of a no brainer, so we booked in.

I was a bit nervous before we got there as to whether or not it’d work out. They’d been really helpful via email as we’d sorted out all the names and who owed what etc. As we set off, Google Maps informed us that the pub didn’t open till 5, which could have been a problem with some people arriving mid-morning to get a ride in.

It wasn’t. They were there and we got sorted out and it was perfect. They have a “shrine” to when Team Sky visited on the 2012 Tour of Britain, complete with Wiggo signed yellow jersey. They’re really enthusiastic about cycling too. Cracking place to stay, friendly and we settled in. Since not all of us had booked the day off work, it seemed a good time to start sending pictures of us enjoying a pint in the pub to the rest…

We had a good first evening in the pub, preparing well for a tough day ahead cycling by drinking and eating. Possibly a bit too much drinking given we had 102 miles ahead the next day. But these trips are as much about the social aspect as the riding bit!

Saturday’s ride was into the North Penines Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. It was a little cool and grey at the start of the day, but we soon warmed up and the weather was pretty spot on. Sunny spells, cloudy spells. Kept the temperature just about right for a hilly ride.

The route snaked us through the Eden Valley to get a warm up before tackling Hartside, which is a nice long steady climb up to the now burned out remains of the previously highest cafe in England. Amazing views from up there, out across the valley to the Lake District. But a massive headwind slowed us up the climb. The last snake of the road was in the lea of the hill and I was dropping down gears and picking up speed, showing how much affect the head wind had.

At the top we stopped for some photos, but the wind was cold so we headed off on the descent, which normally is super fast and rewarding, but as we were full into the wind was tough going and steady!

From this point on we followed the NCN C2C route to Stanhope. Which meant repeated climbs, but on good, quiet roads with decent tarmac. Beautiful part of the world to cycle in. Cafe stop at Allenheads was well timed as we were all ready for something by then.

More undulations got us to Stanhope, where we were due to climb Crawleyside, another long climb but with some tougher sections that Hartside. Again, up into the head-wind making it tougher than usual. Views at the top a bit less epic, but the descent was supported by a tail wind and we flew down for a quick stop at a shop for ice creams, more water and fuel.

Now riding with a tail wind, and leaving the NCN C2C route, we had to climb and drop again repeatedly to get back to the Eden Valley. Some outstanding long stead climbs, some vicious kickers too. Some great descents to match the climbs, through quiet roads with good surfaces. The final stretch of climb was a series of long gradual climbs taking us out of the hilly areas before an amazing descent back to Brough where a final shop stop fuelled us up for the last 20 miles of gentle undulations back to the pub.

The ride was 102 miles, and we took it steady, plenty of time to re-group on every climb. Plenty of chat and banter. Hard work eating and drinking so much that evening…

Day 2 we had decided to ride the Lake District, we’d planned to move the cars to Greystoke, this meant we could hit three major Lake District climbs and some really beautiful places.

We parked in a good car park at Greystoke itself where it turned out there was a quite serious looking TT kicking off, and rode to the start of the route. The roads were small, pretty good surfaces and very light on traffic. The weather was incredible. Warm and sunny with a tailwind!

We cruised round some stunning places, looping round to the north of Bassenthwaite, it was just amazing out on the bike in those conditions.

At Bassenthwaite there’s really only one road though. The A66. We got our heads down and with two strong riders driving the pace on the front with very little traffic indeed we made short work of the small section of dual carriageway on the route before striking out up Whinlatter. Whinlatter is a beautiful climb, twisting up through the woods past a visitors centre. There was some confusion over where the Strava segment ended, which is a little way into the descent, before we doubled back to the cafe.

Which was too busy to stop at, so just a quick bottle re-fill and off. We seemed to have lost Neil though. Turns out he misheard the details of where the segment ended, did the full Whinlatter descent and rode back up just as we were descending to find him… ooops…

From here you ride into Buttermere valley, we stopped at a cafe where they were a bit chaotic and overwhelmed with us. I wouldn’t stop there again to be honest. A bit pricey and rubbish service. But the food was good. Even if we did sit and cook in the suntrap for a bit.

Buttermere is stunning. No other words. But that also explains why so many cars make their way down the twisty single track road to the main village. We stopped for a few shots on the way in, it’s that pretty to look at. At Buttermere though, the route turned left to climb Newlands Hause. Into the headwind.

Newlands is a tough climb, longish with some really steep sections, especially at the finish. At the top everyone felt great for doing it though. Loads of happy faces, photos of bikes held aloft. Then we went back down it the way we came to head for Honister.

Honister is tough. There’s a really long 7% lead in before you hit the wall of the climb. 25% up to the slate mine and cafe. With traffic. Including a bus. A bus which clipped Neil knocking him off. The chaos of this resulted in a few of us walking the last section of the climb. When you stop on that there’s no chance of clipping back in.

A refuel and bike repair at the top before a descent and chase along the valley to Keswick for Ice Cream before the final climb back along the NCN route up to Greystoke and the best pint ever. It had been a baking hot day, despite the wind, and I’d cooked. I needed that beer. Wiped out.

After that we were back to the pub for more food, more beer and as it turned out a bit of a party!

Day three was all about Great Dun Fell. The plan was mixed, there was a full 100km route, however, some of us needed to get back/to other places so planned to just ride the route as far as GDF then loop back to the pub for an early depart.

The route gently climbed and twisted through the Eden Valley with Great Dun Fell always visible high on the hills in front. We turned off onto the dead end road and immediately started to climb. The road is amazing. Single track, really good surface and as it’s a dead end and closed to traffic from part way up no traffic on it either.

You can’t quite see where the road goes, suddenly you’ll go round a bend and a new section is revealed, or unless you’re Ian and way up front, you could see where the road was (if you believed it…) by seeing the faster riders up front riding up ahead.

Unfortunately, we were again into a headwind, which was really tough in parts. And the road is tough on it’s own. 7.5km long, with multiple ramps of 25% and “easy” sections down to a mere 10-12% it just climbs and climbs. One gate required a dismount to get round before the final turns to the Radar Station at the summit.

About 5km into the climb you start to get the most amazing views. GDF is really high up, but on the edge of a flat area. The views are hard to beat on a clear day. You felt like you were on the top of the world!

Back down to the bottom, where the group split, some riders opting for the full 100km, others off to home/holidays.

It was a brilliant weekend, there are some amazing places to ride up there. The pub made a perfect base for a cycling weekend. But the best bit was the strong group of friends riding. Great group of people to ride with. It’s never perfect, mechanical issues happen, people have flat spots and struggle. Hard to keep a large group working well together over 200+ miles. But we make it work and it’s great.

Everyone is still buzzing, main topic of conversation – where are we going next year?

Flat is Dull

I seem to have broken my resolve to post regularly on here after my weekly rides. I blame the weather. I had a few weekends riding was awful. Either didn’t get out or it was the worst day I’ve ever had on a bike.

The Big Red Ride run by Mansfield Road Club is a popular event with the club I ride with, so I was talked into doing it. The ride itself is a 100km flat ride round north Nottinghamshire. Not really my thing. But it was a chance, with ride in to the start and home again after, to get a 100 mile ride in to early in the year, and ride with my friends in the club.

Of course then it rained, there was wind, and the temperature (excluding wind chill) was barely over freezing. 4 degrees. urgh.

I got dropped accidentally due to a largish group, traffic and a nasty headwind and spent a while solo before matching up with some other riders from the club at a slower pace. I rode on the front of that group mostly, in the wind, in the rain. Freezing cold. No hills to warm me. It was miserable.

I got back to the start, caught up with my friends. Had a coffee and cake before riding off home. Andrew was kind enough to wait for me and make sure I was ok riding most of the way home. I was ok. Just miserable. The cake got me moving again. I’d not been able to eat as my hands were too cold to change gear, let alone fumble food out of my jersey, open it and eat.

Swore off flat rides after that.

In revenge, I took a group out to ride my route titled Evil. I get a lot of stick for being a sadist and only plotting evil hilly rides. I originally put Evil together as a joke. It was 50 miles with 7,500 feet of climb. Very vicious. But then we decided it had to be ridden. Some Martins (three), Jon and I rode it last year and I had a brilliant time. It felt great. The route went out through The Strines to take on Pearoyd Lane, one of the Hundred Greatest Climbs. The Strines is just beautiful. Pearoyd is tough but rewarding.

So we did it again this year, tweaked slightly to allow a cafe stop. We had a bigger group, which I thought was great, seeing my enthusiasm for hills spreading to more riders, some of whom used to loathe hilly rides.

Again I loved it. The fact it was 10 degrees, not 4, and the sun came out and the rain stayed away helped. But hills are just so satisfying.

Got home, sorted out my ride and saw that on the Hundred Greatest leaderboard I’m in the top 10% sitting at four hundred and something out of over four thousand riders.

That’s got me buzzing to get more of the 100 ticked off, and get some better times on segments I’ve done before.

But this weekend, I’ve got to go do a flat ride, because of a club event 🙁

New Hills – Nearly Always a Good Thing

Today, we arranged a group ride outside the club, to go a bit earlier and a bit further and a bit hillier than a regular club ride, with the group of us that rode TOTH and will be riding Shropshire. We had a few people who couldn’t make it, but it was a good group to get together.

I’d plotted a route that took us into The Peak a route I rarely go, plus along a couple of new roads I’d never tried. There aren’t many of them and even less that go up hill. But one of these looked like a good hill.

Of course, I’d been a bit rushed in the week and hadn’t checked streetview to see if it was a proper road.

It did have Tarmac all the way along it, and mostly you could avoid the potholes. But it may have been a bit muddier than is sensible to ride. But we got through it, and up it. Most of us missed the main segments due to a puncture we all stopped to encourage. But it was a nice steep hill. One I’ll plan to re-visit after a good long dry spell in the summer maybe…

We also hit a few more hills I like to climb. Stanton in the Peak is a nice little climb. Steep to start, with a nice extended finish. Froggatt is a good long persistent climb, as is Long Rake.

It was a great ride, brilliant atmosphere riding with that group as always. I think I need new front brake pads now though…