Lea Valley CC — Prudential Ride London (10th August 2014)

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Prudential Ride London (10th August 2014)

We had a sizeable contingent in last summer’s inaugural event and their photos of dawn breaking in the Olympic Park and tales of easily being able to ride at over 20mph for 100 miles through London and Surrey surrounded by hundreds of other cyclists safely ignoring every red light were enough to lure plenty more of us into applying for this year’s edition. Some were successful individually, some got places by riding for charities of their choice, and then thanks to British Cycling we were able to enter a couple of teams of four. All in, about 15 Lea Valley riders were there on Sunday.

As the day grew nearer, the weather forecast got worse and worse. A group of us began obsessively checking it in the desperate hope it would improve, but it never did (unless you used Monika’s special website with its hopelessly optimistic forecasts). As each of us made the trek to the Excel centre to register, a large number of last minute purchases of supposedly waterproof jackets and overshoes was made. The day before the ride was spent with a sense of impending doom, rather than keen anticipation. With six hours of continuous heavy rain, thunder storms and blustery winds on their way, we joked with each other about what else could go wrong – perhaps a group of escaped tigers would wander onto the course and start eating the riders?

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I don’t think anybody got much sleep before the event – not just because of the arrival of the tail-end of Hurricane Bertha, but also the combination of very early start times with unavoidable late nights (Matt returned from a wedding at about 2am and Adam was returning from Bristol even later). I had set my alarm for 5.10, so was puzzled to see the clock displaying 5.35 as I drifted into consciousness. Pro-tip: make sure you check the alarm is set for AM and not PM. With a frantic scramble I managed to meet up with Harry and Matt before our wave loading time ran out – there was even time to get a stranger to take a photo of us on my iPhone (a photo which will never see the light of day as my phone got so waterlogged it will never work again).

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While we spent half an hour shuffling further forward towards the official start, other Lea Valley riders were shuffling along in other designated areas, while Alex was already bombing through the streets of London at high speed with the lead group. At this point, the rain was actually surprisingly light and it seemed that we might have been worrying unneccessarily.

Finally we were off and straight into the bizarre experience of cycling south on the northbound carriageway of the A12. I got separated from Matt and Harry very early on and couldn’t work out if they were in front of me or behind me – it turned out they had stopped to see if I’d had a mechanical, but eventually they chased back up to me. Meanwhile (unknown to us) Monika had suffered an instant puncture and lost quite a lot of time before she’d even got off the opening stretch.

Although the riders were supposed to be streamed (faster riders off first, slower riders off later) there were wildly different levels of ability, so it was a question of picking your way through groups moving at very different speeds. Harry was a man on a mission and went charging ahead – I slackened off a bit for a banana and by the time I’d eaten it I’d lost my companions for good. Famous landmarks rolled past and the pace was high through central and south-west London (I was averaging 21-22mph for the first hour or so).

 And then suddenly the light rain turned into the forecast heavy rain. And then some. It’s impossible to exaggerate just how wet it got. The rain was torrential and stayed that way for probably a couple of hours. All ‘waterproof’ clothing was quickly revealed to be anything but. At times you could scarcely see a thing. The roads became rivers of muddy water flowing at quite a speed. There were lakes at various places that were at least bottom bracket deep. I lost any interest in my average speed and just grimly ploughed on.

These photos from Newlands Corner give some sense of how wet it was:

https://www.facebook.com/523861794305590/photos/a.821164091242024.1073741937.523861794305590/821165121241921/?type=3&theater

https://www.facebook.com/523861794305590/photos/a.821164091242024.1073741937.523861794305590/821165914575175/?type=3&permPage=1

As do these videos:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrjO6RE96aA

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iP-URLunIQ&feature=youtu.be

Amidst this deluge, both sides of the roads were lined with riders trying to deal with punctures and the occasional cluster of soaking spectators cheering from under their umbrellas (big respect to them!).

 The organizers had shortened the course, removing both Leith Hill and Box Hill for safety reasons, and this was the right decision in the circumstances. This made the distance ‘just’ 86 miles, but without a shadow of a doubt I would rather have ridden the full 100 miles in the dry.

 Eventually the rain eased off and I found the enthusiasm to crank up the pace again for the run in to central London, trying to drag my average speed back up to 20mph (but failing). Within two miles of the finish I realised that my back tyre was going down and before long it was right down to the rim. Rather than spend ages changing the inner tube, I frantically pumped it back up and set off again. On Whitehall, within sight of Trafalgar Square and just a minute or two from the finish line, I was back down to the rim again and had to pump one more time, before crawling over the line and heading straight for the Mavic services – it’s nice to get someone to do the dirty work for you.

 I didn’t manage to meet my team after the finish (because of the watery phone), but bumped into an equally soggy Dave and Nestor who had got changed and was getting ready to watch the pro race. However, Harry has these photos of himself and Chris from the finish.

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Harry had managed an impressive time of 4:07, but Alex was the fastest with an incredible 3:44.

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 On a sad final note, one rider tragically died of a heart attack on the route. His ‘just giving’ page is here if you’d like to make a donation:

https://www.justgiving.com/Kris-Cook