2014's cycling challenge to help the Royal British Legion and Cancer Research UK: 1000 miles solo & unsupported from Blackpool to Mont Ventoux in 8 days, and then up & down Ventoux six times in 24 hours...more climbing than the height of Mount Everest. La Bicinglette, I hope!
Struggled to think of anything more apt for today's mission to allez to Calais! Actually, stuff apt...it's a great tune anytime!
Must admit that I could have slept on a bit this morning but the lure of an Imperial College metrically-measured out Full English (Full? You're having a laugh!) was simply too great to resist...
No sign of Liz.
Mind you, today was a rest day really, and I am on holiday so bollocks to it...a-sauntering it will be! Actually it was a struggle getting set on the right course out of London, seeing as how a load of charity do-gooder types were generally disrupting the traffic. They make my blood boil...
I did get to ride down The Mall which is something that I have wanted to do for ever. Must admit that that is a bit sad really, although I almost managed to wing a couple of tourists too...
Mine. All mine.
Just missing Alan Beresford B'Stard MP.
I was the only cyclist on the A2 for the whole day, at least until about 5 miles from Dover. Like yesterday, Gawd bless The Romans: no muss, no fuss...let's go!
Garden? You sure? To be fair I did see a Dobbies later on.
No. Me neither.
The holiday theme continued when I met up with my sister and her entourage just outside Canterbury (a big thank you to Sue for a superbly generous donation!) for a pub lunch. This is what cycling should be like, hah-hah!
A big old thank you to Claire for Sunday lunch. I could've stayed a while longer!
Timed it right: a biblical David Gower ,followed by the water evaporating.
Hang on, we're leaving the country now: a bit late in the day to be telling me?
The only cyclist that I saw all day. Keep rolling, brother...
This left only 20 miles to Dover and those famous white cliffs. It never ceases to amaze just how many people (nevermind freight) to and fro between the UK and Yerup. Good to see.
There is nothing not to like in this photo!
My arse.
"They'll be bluebirds over the P&O terminal..."
Belgique headbangers/chartered surveyors.
So here ends a lazy Sunday, watching the WC final with commentary en francais. Still miles better than Townsend & Tyldesley, hah-hah!. Malarkey awaits tomorrow...see you then!
Gotta say, top grub onboard P & O's finest. Cheers!
While we're here, and I know that I say this quite a bit, but a massive thank you to you generous types who have donated to these causes. Good on you!
I will give £10 for every £50 that you do. Aside from that, there is one other thing that would help, if you can do it...please share this blog and/or the JG links with your pals/acquaintances/enemies.
Still quality. I salud their arrow-straight roads...that's what! On with the tale of the day...
A welcome full English and wagons roll for day 2...weather is already fantastic! I don't think that I'll be cycling on roads like this for too much longer...
Sorta wakes you up when some loon comes steaming down the track.
Call it a coincidence or serendipity or blind ignorance, but I had no clue that the RBL's National Memorial Arboretum was close at hand. Unfortunately I had zero time to spare to visit it.
Some other time, I hope.
Well, it is the 12th day of July.
The initial plan (yeah, I'm as surprised as you that the merest semblance of any planning might have gone into this) was to be met by Andy and also Martin, who would've been coming up from the south coast to RV. In the event neither of these shirkers weighed-in. Disgrace. Nah, child care/family cobblers ranks slightly above being given a shoeing on the A5! I don't have kids but even I was trying to think of an excuse myself...
I elected to ride the A5 because it would shave 10 miles off the day: I knew that it is a fast road but I had no problems from either HGVs or civilians.
Always a welcome sign when your destination is under a ton to go!
Keep moving. There's nothing to see here.
It was certainly a tad warm at times: between 75-85F...Evian & Volvic did a steady trade, as did Yahoo chocolate milk. That's living alright!
HGV.
A slight navigational pfaff let me see this nonsnese in a village called Crick. No, really.
And to think that I used to watch that cobblers...
From the A5 it was onto the Watling Road and then the interminable rumble/crawl through London to tonight's cosmopolitan acco in Imperial College. Pretty close to one of my favourite venues too...
A unique venue. Just don't get thirsty!
I wish that I had the energy to go to Hyde Park to see Neil Young but it just ain't a go-er. With any luck I may be able to hear the old curmudgeon! Sleep well...I know that I will. Cheers!
I will give £10 for every £50 that you do. Aside from that, there is one other thing that would help, if you can do it...please share this blog and/or the JG links with your pals/acquaintances/enemies.
Yeah, yeah...title song doesn't have today's destination but if you have ever seen 'An American Werewolf In London' then it might click...either way, this is a belter! I can't recommend Zevon highly enough.
Wagons roll at 1100...a very early departure made possible by the kettle-phobic Tony Eason, who was kind enough to come in early to cover for me. Greatly appreciated, mate. Mind you, he probably left early too, ahem...
Usual nause of trying to work your way down through sunny Lancashire (no, really it was super weather) against dodgy surfaces, traffic lights and death-wish pedestrians. Mind you, if you lived in Wigan...
Sorry George, I'm sticking with the Pre-Fab Four
The perennial Curse Of Wigan struck again with a puncture just south of the place: hope that it's my last one for a while. Just before that my sunglasses pretty much fell in half. Mind you, we weren't talking Oakleys here, hah-hah!
It ain't really some poor sod's driveway. Honest.
All ok after that if a little slow but that's alright in Friday rush-hour traffic. Gotta love the ingenuity of this Heath Robinson toll:
Plus I didn't have to cough up. Result!
Stoke was another highlight as ever: although it did provide a worthwhile inspiration to get a wiggle on and get to tonight's acco!
Once traffic died down it was pretty nice on the run in to Rugeley...
To be fair, I was ready to climb off the bike when 'The Shoulder' was in sight...it really is a locals' number, hence a couple of double-takes when this lycra monstrosity strode in. Maybe it was that unique and indescribable aroma too, hah-hah!
Actually a very hospitable number with good grub and ale so no dramas.
To be fair, there aren't any moors around here to keep clear of!
Alright then, that's it for stage one...safely does it. Big, bad day tomorrow but all being well, I'll waste some band-width posting more nonsense. Bet on it...cheers!
I will give £10 for every £50 that you do. Aside from that, there is one other thing that would help, if you can do it...please share this blog and/or the JG links with your pals/acquaintances/enemies.
Last weekend saw a small bike race begin in Leeds- you probably won't have heard very much about it, if anything at all. To say that the crowd numbers and atmosphere exceeded pretty much everyone's expectations would be under-selling the event!
I was perched on top of Buttertubs Pass along with 10,000 other fans, and the parade of Tour promotional vehicles eventually signalled that things were happening. These fantastically gaudy contraptions will throw out freebies/tat occasionally and I was lucky enough(?) to have one of these fetching caps chucked in my direction.
Red polka dots are worn by the King Of The Mountain. Oh dear.
My day was made when the first rider hoved into view...it was only Mr Jens Voight whose mantra of 'Shut Up Legs' was nicked for the title of this blog, and is the oldest rider in the Tour de France this year. It is also his farewell TdF so he took great delight in making himself suffer alone in one of his trademark breakaways and he got a terrific reception and encouragement all along the route...at least until the bunch caught him. Le Tour will miss him, for sure.
Jens Voight. I assume that he has already instructed his legs to suffer in silence.
Not all that far behind came the main bunch which contained all the usual suspects (except one Sir Brad Wiggins...) including the Manx Missile, Mark Cavendish.
Cav looks like he enjoys hills almost as much as I do.
The day ended badly for Cav as we know. The following morning at York racecourse saw the riders saddle up again for a fairly horrible stage which would end in Sheffield. At the time, this fella looked fairly relaxed and content with his lot...
Tour favourite, Chris Froome in happier moments at York...
I was able to catch another view of the race up above Rochdale: it's a lot of hanging around for something that passes so quickly, but it's definitely worth the effort. These guys do not hang around!
No matter where you went, the support was incredible. Wow!
As we now know, Chris Froome's TdF has also ended badly. You have to feel for anyone who has put so much effort into preparation to defend his title only to have it ended so abruptly. Mark Cavendish could empathise...
Speaking of preparation, and on the basis that "it's never too late", I cycled over to Leeds for an overnight stop to see Pearl Jam play what turned-out to be a 3 1/2 hour show!
Monsoon season in Nelson.
Their front-man is a pretty big Who fan too so it wasn't a complete surprise when the band played a cover...but then ended-up playing three songs by The Bush's finest. Excellent! Plus Eddie Vedder went on his backside during the clip below, hah-hah!
My forays into social media continue: this week, The Pub Landlord aka Al Murray eventually caved in to my relentless pestering and re-tweeted my appeal on his Twitter account.
As you can just make out, almost 30,000 people read this RT. The bad news is that only 9 people read either the blog or had a look at my JustGiving site. And precisely zero donations were made as a result. Arse!
In other news, one of the alumnus from last year's 'The Italian Job' bike ride was minded to tackle three ascents of Mont Ventoux (not Venotux, ahem...) a fortnight back. John's super effort was captured by his (much) better half Sue...take a look at clip that was filmed near to the summit on one of his climbs:
Hmmm, a tad breezy might just about cover it! Fair to say that this is no cake-walk...
There have been a ton of very generous donations to both causes and I am very, very grateful to everyone who has taken the time and trouble to do so. There is one donation that I will highlight here: today I was given a cheque for £500 from the Heritage Centre at BAE Systems in Warton.
How good is that? Cheque's great too.
This came about following the sad passing-on of one the volunteers who ran the centre, Mr Keith Spong. This gent was a champion of two charities, the North West Air Ambulance and also the Royal British Legion and there was a considerable sum of money raised in honour of Keith's memory.
Word about my bike ride reached the Heritage staff and as a result I was presented with a lovely big cheque earlier today and this has been paid into the RBL appeal which means we now stand at around £1300 for both causes!
Anyway, I set-off tomorrow so if you would like to sponsor me please, please follow the links below. You know it makes sense!
I will give £10 for every £50 that you do. Aside from that, there is one other thing that would help, if you can do it...please share this blog and/or the JG links with your pals/acquaintances/enemies.
I know that Apple products won't play YouTube stuff right off the bat, which means all you see is a blank canvas below and miss out on a tune that you'll know pretty well anyway...you'll have the same effect if you can hum Mac's 'The Chain' to yourself while you speed-read this nonsense.
With 12 (that's twelve, repeat twelve) days to go and counting, it's about time to dot the i's and cross the t's admin-wise. That includes replacing any suspect parts on the bike (excepting me) so as a result it now has a new chainset, chain and brake blocks. It is also about a pound lighter since it was washed, hah-hah!
Speaking of weight, at last some has left me...4 kgs, which is good news but I still want the scales to tell me that another 3 kgs has departed, albeit on a short-term deal. (Note to the proprietors of The Ashiana and the Wesham Chippy: I know that you've had to issue a profits warning for Q2 and lay staff off but trust me...things are gonna pick-up big time in August!)
Hoping that this new chain & chainset are up to it. At least more so than me!
Another important part of the admin arrived from the organisers of the 'Club Des Cingles Du Mont-Ventoux': the bit of card that you carry with you during the challenge and get stamped at the bottom and top of the mountain so that you have some proof that you were actually stupid enough to attempt it! They even include a little plate that you attach to your bike just to mark you out as an imbecile, just in case it wasn't already obvious. Very thoughtful, those French...
Wanna end up with a fully stamped card!
In previous years there has usually been a team or event cycling jersey but since this challenge has a more 'select' demographic (read 'stupid'), I've gone down the budget route and had a couple of commemorative t-shirts knocked up, bit like wot that Stella McCartney sort would. This year's theme was 'basic & functional'. And 'cheap'.
'Ronseal' t-shirts. No muss, no fuss. And no style.
Rapha will be having sleepless nights once they see this fab gear.
Having said that, I did weaken and buy a cycling jersey from the Royal British Legion after seeing Suzanne Dando (one for the over 40s) model one: well, seemed a bit rude not to...
Possibly it'll look slightly more flattering on Ms D...
Further adventures with social media continue in the vain hope of maybe getting some more donations in: this week the splendidly funny Omid Djalili was good enough to 'RT' or re-post my challenge to his 200,000 followers on Twitter. He also wished me luck, which was nice...
He was merciless about Lytham, hah-hah! Great live turn.
As with last week's promotion by cycling legend Jens Voight, this RT netted absolutely sod-all in the way of sponsorship. However, thanks to my work's internet site there were a few more donations from complete strangers which was tremendous to see, as well as some very generous wallet-openings from those who have given before. Massive thanks to everyone...the total for CRUK is £800 with the RBL at £450. Wow! I know there is more to come...
Here are a few photos of the speed-bump as taken by Andy back in 2011 when he completed three ascents of Ventoux in one day. He reckoned that was a Big Day...so let's double it!
We're looking at 85 miles at anything between 7-10%.
That all?
The long & winding, yeah yeah...you get the idea.
Could be blowing a hooley on the way up.
But before any of that joy can be sampled, I have the small matter of getting there to deal with!
This'll be me all too soon enough. Oh dear.
So why all this nause? As if you didn't know, hah-hah-hah! Trying to raise funds for two brilliant causes, one of which is Cancer Research UK...
Same deal for ALL of the UK.
...and the other is the Royal British Legion. Coincidentally, today is Armed Forces Day 2014 which is a timely reminder of the debt that we owe to others who have given again and again.
Some famous types who have given their backing to Armed Forces Day 2014. Oh look, there's Vinny!
The links are just below and I will give £10 for every £50 that you do. Aside from that, there is one other thing that would help, if you can do it...please share this blog and/or the JG links with your pals/acquaintances/enemies.
