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London-Edinburgh-London (LEL) – Part 4

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A serialisation by arallsopp (starts here)

Sunday 2200hrs: Miles ridden 79. Miles walked 6. Stolen materials.

Ok. My apologies to the owner of the lost cat in Upton. Your sign may not be as neatly retained as it once was.

On the plus side, I’m now rolling again. Ran out of zipties about 8 instructions back. Its raining. Deep suspicion that I’ve managed to miss the optional stop at Gamlingay, and now fair worried that I’ll be out of time for the next one. I daren’t look at the clock. Sun is down. Can’t be more than 10 miles from here to the checkpoint. Maybe I’m still in the game. Come on baby, hold together…

The ground has leveled out now. 6 hours in the rain hasn’t dampened my spirits (yet). My dynamo lights were less interested by a pedestrian pace, so the new tie is very welcome. Walking darkened lanes has given me plenty of time to mentally review the task in hand.

From my office prep when the year was young, I’m pretty sure Thurlby closes at 20:35hrs. I guess I set off a little late, but I’m not sure this is going to wash with the officials. Thurlby is an official check point, so if I don’t show my face there before the cut, I get a DNF. Until I ran out of ties, I was doing 20mph sprints for 5 mile blocks. I daren’t push too hard on the last tie.

Its been dark for a while. An oncoming estate car flashes its lights as it passes me, swings round in my rear view mirror, pulls alongside momentarily, then sits infront at 17mph. The cat’s owner? Damn. This bike is conspicuous.

No.

Worse.

The sag wagon.

Not now. Surely. I was almost there.

Well I’m not stopping without hitting at least one control, even if it’s closed. Exhausted, I follow it. 2 miles later, red tail lights turn off the main road, down a high street, into a side lane, onto a car park. Looks like this is where it ends.

… continued here.

London-Edinburgh-London (LEL) – Part 3

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A serialisation by arallsopp (starts here)
— Buy the book here —

Sunday 1522hrs: Miles ridden 9.5. Walking to the station.

Ok. Well I seem to be in Hertford. That sounds like it’ll have a station. Wonder what their Sunday service is like. Best go find out. GPS guides me to station road. I sit kerbside, and post an update to various forums. Buzz! Goes the blackberry. A reply has been posted to a topic you are watching… the text of the reply is shown below.

“If you have some big zip ties [I ask tentatively!] you might be able to bodge a workaround – just make a loop for the chain to pass through. Might be a bit noisy, and you might have to replace the ties every now and then, but it could get you on your way.”

No. That won’t work. Will it? I’ve got 10 in my bag. Worth a punt. 9 yards later SCHLLINNNK BANG. Ok. No. Hmmm.. Cut it loose. Try again. One zip tie over the spindle. Another zip tie around the frame. Back pedal. Hideous noise. Lift the rear and try forwards. Seems to work. Catches on the power links, but otherwise good. Retrace my steps. Get back to the route. Check the ties. Hmmm. Chain is slowly sawing through. Hope to hell there’s someone who’s set off behind me, who happens to have more zipties. Ties in the bag: 7.

… continued here.

London-Edinburgh-London (LEL) – Part 2

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A serialisation by arallsopp (starts here)
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Sunday 1445hrs: Miles ridden: 0. Your time starts NOW.

OK. Off the line. LongHairedScouser in tow, GPS working lovely, few too many speedhumps for my choice of route, but its drawing me out of town and towards Edinburgh. Suburbia drops somewhere behind us, and the countryside steps in to welcome us aboard. Everytime I glimpse at the GPS, I see we’re moving at 16+mph. The sun is shining. This is good. LongHairedScouser and I are in pleasant conversation about navigation (he admits to being utterly lost already, and is happy / requiring to follow me and the GPS to the first control).

Now, a quick word about recumbents. They’re very comfortable. They can be very fast. They *all* have issues with chain management. In the RWD Furai, this role is supplied by a set of jockey wheels routing the chain line up and down, following the frame. One in particular (the foremost return idler) has the delightful job of keeping the chain out of the front wheel.

So, 9.4 miles in, and my eye catches a wobble in the guide fixed to the foremost return idler. I can stop and sort that. Tiny bit of plastic. Probably just worked loose.

PING! Sh1t! Its come off.

CRACK!! …and gone straight under a car. That’s bad. Ok jockey wheel still there. Never seen the chain mount the guide. Probably just there for aesthetics. Still, let’s stop and check.

PING!

Sh1t. That was a retaining guide then. Jockey wheel gone now. Doing 20mph. Best throw on the anchors.

SCHLLINGGG!

Cr@p! chain is in the front wheel. Can’t steer. Can’t pedal. Unclip. Get ready for crash landing.

SKKKCRRRANK!
[Chain catches spoke and brings rider and bent to a very rapid halt].

Stop. Breathe. Relax. Ok. You’re alive. That was bad. Am I in traffic? No. Ok. Good. Where’s my longhairedscouser? Up ahead. Looping back. Ok. Good. Let’s check bike over. Hmmm.. In place of jockey wheel and two retaining guides, I seem to have a bare spindle. Damn. Can I balance the chain on it?

No.

Damn. Try again. Damn. No. Ok. Can I fix this? Erm. No.

10 minutes pass, whilst the longhairedscouser and I try to work out where on the route sheet we actually are. I momentarily consider loaning him my GPS, as it looks like I’m out of the running. Damn. On second thoughts, I’ll need it to find a station. Sh1t. Not happy. Best ring wife and buddy. See if anyone is still in the area, or whether I’m lugging this thing back on the trains.

… continued here.

London-Edinburgh-London

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A serialisation by arallsopp 
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LEL: Day 1. A late start

1030hrs Sunday morning, and I’m loading the bike onto the roof of a friend’s car. He’s agreed to whizz me around the M25 to the kickoff at Lea Valley, Cheshunt. Evey, Teddy, and the inlaws follow in our car (which is roomy enough for the bent and us, but not with the extended family along for the ride). This bit goes like clockwork. 1300hrs I arrive at Cheshunt and refuse to be utterly freaked out by the national teams present. The Greeks look friendly. The Italians have an entourage of support vehicles and mechanics. The Dutch are mostly horizontal. Excellent. The field of around 600 riders will set off in two tranches, one centred around 8am, the second at 2pm. I’m due to set off around 1415hrs, so there’s plenty of time to play with Ted, try to relax, have a worry wee, etc.

I spend a few happy minutes wandering around Lea Valley, checking out kit. I’m keeping an eye out for people I might know who are on the ride. GerryC is one, who I met on the FNRttCs . No sign. I do find a bent with a yacf buff aboard, and a little detective work in their forums soon puts a name to Rich Forrest.

Looks like Gerry set off in the 0800 slot. Oh well, I’ll join Rich when my time comes. Lovely. Fast forward 10 minutes. I’m in the loos, and I hear the ‘clack clack’ of a cleated rider on tile enter behind me (fnarr if you must). That’s odd… Why am I not making the same noise? Look down. TRAINERS! Sh1t. Bad bad bad. Right. Exit loo. Find family. Explain.

1330hrs, and I’m holding the baby, entertaining the inlaws, and watching buddy and wife plough through a cloud of dust and tire smoke. The repmobile surges forwards in a manner entirely unlike a big grey Honda, and once the gravel settles, has gone.

45 minutes to get to Bromley and back. Hmmm.. Took us an hour and a half to get here. This may not be an auspicious kick off. I wander over to the official start with Ted, and watch massed groups set off in 15 minute intervals. After 1400hrs, each group gets considerably smaller. By 1440hrs, its just me, a group of Catalans (Catalonians?) who outnumber their bikes, and (belatedly) a long haired scouser who seemed to think the massed ride would set off at 3. I take some confidence in this. At least I knew what time I was supposed to leave, even if I’m running late

I look up to see an indiscriminate family saloon get airborne on the level crossing, maintain speed whilst turning into the station car park balanced solely on the driver side front wheel, brake late, and fling open the doors. I’m expecting Starsky and Hutch, or at least Mssrs Clarkson and Hammond, but the first figure I pull out of redshift is my wife. In her hand, my shoes. This is suddenly looking better.

Their arrival garners a round of applause from the remaining onlookers (cyclists cheer a car for erratic driving? Got to be a first!) and I grab the shoes, point the bent at the starting line, collect the aforementioned longhairedscouser, and set off.

… continued here.

A Tiny Tour of France and Belgium, Day Two

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Westhoek Kajakclub
Westhoek Kajakclub, where we joined the canal side route out of Veurne

During the night, the slight disadvantage of a hotel on the road around Veurne became apparent. In Belgium, it seems, people discuss parking their BMW X5s in tiny spaces in VERY loud voices at midnight. Garbage collection is also done by VERY noisy trucks during the wee small hours of the morning. Closing the window largely resolved the noise problem though.

Our plan for today was to strike out towards Brugge, using the route along the Canals (Kanal Veurne Nieuwpoort, Kanal Passendale-Nieuwpoort, Kanal Gent-Brugge-Oostende). Navigation from this point was straightforward, using the excellent system of “knoppunkten”. Rather signpost numbered routes, a la the NCN in Britain, the Fietsroute system in Belgium employs a series of numbered points. Using your map, you decide which points to follow to your destination, and then just follow the signs between them. The signs are intelligently placed and easily interpreted. It’s a system that works superbly, and both Mrs. Monkey and I became big fans of it during our tour.

Mrs Monkey and Friends
Traffic on the Fietsroute

As you’ll see from the pictures, the day began a little overcast, and we did get a shower around midday that was heavy enough to require 5 minutes or so sheltering under a tree. Along the way out of Veurne, we encountered these sheep, and this unusual path side tableau;

A Pathside Tableau
Flat Eric has a Deadline to Meet

We also saw a pedal pub, although this was, unfortunately, on the other side of the canal to us, we couldn’t take up the occupants’ enthusiastic offers of drinks! Another sight we saw for the first time along this part of the route was the large, guided rides that seem to be an everyday occurrence. I’d estimate that about 20-30 people, mostly seeming to be in their 60s, led by three or four people in Hi-Viz tabards were headed towards Veurne along the fietsroute. We were to see these groups pretty much every day, along with training racing cyclists, and commuters (the latter more common the closer we were to towns).

On the Veurne - Brugge Canal
Me, where the route turns towards Brugge

After turning towards Snaskerke and Oudenburg, the day began to brighten, and we stopped just over one of the bridges on the canal at the “Bistro Nieuwweg” (”New Way Bistro”). I don’t think we’d have spotted this place had we not been cycling (it’s seriously out of the way).

Bikes
Our Bikes at the Bistro…

Parking
And Our Bikes in context.

As you can see from the pictures, most of the other patrons had arrived by bike too – generally (and the folks at Amsterdamize/Copenhagenize would be proud) on city bikes, helmetless, in “normal” clothes. Here, the bikes outnumbered the parked cars by around three to one. Had another guided group stopped (one passed as we were enjoying a Kriek and a Hoegaarden) that would have risen to ten to one. You can also see our first taste of Belgian pavé here. We were to become more familiar with this on day three…

Oudenburg

We did make a stop in Oudenburg, but found that a lot of places had already closed. We stopped at a quite swanky restaurant, and felt so out of place among the suited clientele that we left having only had a drink. Eventually, we happened across a small bakery, and I used my (frankly limited and dreadful) Dutch to order us a couple of sandwiches (which were delicious, although I couldn’t figure out what was in them) and pastries to sustain us for the rest of the journey.

Arrival at Brugge
Arrival at Brugge

If I look somewhat uncomfortable in the picture above, it may be because I’m trying not to stand in the trash surrounding the foot of this sign. Once in Brugge, we used my Nokia N82’s GPS navigation system to find where we were staying, the B&B Marie Rose Debruyne, on Langeraamstraat. This is a really well situated B&B, handy for the centre of Bruges, and run by lovely, friendly people. (As we left, they were ‘phoning the train station at Zeebrugge to find out for another guest whether left luggage lockers were available). The house was designed by the proprietor, and is unusual architecturally, but comfortable and friendly (super breakfast too). One word of warning is that the numbering on this road is slightly confusing – you may need to use your (frankly limited, and dreadful) Dutch to get directions.

Grote Markt, Brugge
Brugge Grote Markt.

Brugge itself is wonderful, and bikes are EVERYWHERE. The “Uitgezonderd” exceptions for bicycles and mopeds to the one way system are ubiquitous, and the world has not stopped turning, nor does there seem to be the daily carnage that opponents to such systems seem to predict. As you can probably see from the pictures, the evening we were there was lovely, sunny and warm.

Horse Drawn Carriages, Brugge
The ubiquitous Horse Drawn Carriages…

Brugge Bike
…and even more ubiquitous bikes.

Dinner on this night was in a “Tante Marie” restaurant just off the Grote Markt. More pasta for Mrs Monkey, although I tried a Vlamse Karbonade (Flemish Stew) which was very tasty indeed.

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