Whats the Most you have Done Per day?
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on the road
Über Member
100 miles.
190miles 14hrs - last 40 in dark to Venice - 310 in the 48hours
but the day I count as the best is 158km with 3500m climbing - 5passes various out of Switzerland to the half way point of Rosemund
all on tourer heavily loaded - older and fatter (but wiser) now - no chance
but the day I count as the best is 158km with 3500m climbing - 5passes various out of Switzerland to the half way point of Rosemund
all on tourer heavily loaded - older and fatter (but wiser) now - no chance
marzjennings
Legendary Member
- Location
- Houston, Texas, USA
120 miles in one go on a training ride. I was planning on doing about 90miles, but got completely lost and tacked on another 30.
I'm planning on riding 180mile next year for a charity ride. Target time is about 12 hours including lunch.
I'm planning on riding 180mile next year for a charity ride. Target time is about 12 hours including lunch.
Globalti
Legendary Member
In the old MTBing days, 7 hours on a Saturday carrying panniers with camping gear as part of Polaris trailquest weekend events. In practice this meant 6 1/4 hours once you'd faffed around with all the checkpoints, map reading etc. and you'd end up covering around 55 miles off road.
Now: 100 miles on the road.
Now: 100 miles on the road.
Andy in Sig
Vice President in Exile
- Location
- Sigmaringen, Germany
200 km (is that around 130 miles?) in about 10 hours but that includes lunch stops etc.
mr_hippo
Living Legend & Old Fart
349 kms (216 miles) in 17 hours.
"The hours passed in comparative comfort and at dusk we had covered over 250 kms (155 miles). There was a parking place just ahead and we pulled into it; we had been advised not to camp in the desert but to find well lit places like villages, filling stations and the like. Suleiman went on ahead and scouted the place but came back and told us that it was not safe for us to stop and that we should go on. [I can now reveal the extent of ‘not safe’. A marauding Bedouin tribe – the al Otabi – had been hiding in the desert, coming onto the Trans-Arabian highway and robbing and killing people. The Royal Saudi Air Force had scrambled fighters to try and capture them but were never successful! Did the team know about this at the time – Yes!] My body groaned in protest –‘We’ll be safer a few kilometres up the road’. Little did I know that a few kilometres would turn out to be about a hundred. “Look on the bright side”, said David, “We’ll have less to do tomorrow!” The spirit was willing but the flesh was decidedly weak, the calf was painful and the sunburn made its presence felt.
I knew there was nothing by the roadside but I could see trees, houses and countless other things, no I was not hallucinating; it was just the desert playing tricks on me. David and I kept between the two cars and we scanned the horizon for any signs of life. We did see what appeared to be a filling station, only to be disappointed when we got there. President Bush [the father not son] may have talked about ‘a thousand points of light’ but we saw them! [He made this reference in an election speech] Distance is difficult to judge in the desert and it’s twice as hard at night! Again, disappointment met us as the road went one way and the lights another. It was probably a power station or something similar. The heat of the day was now gone and it was getting a bit cool. Legs were now very heavy as we spotted trucks pulling off the road in front of us; this was it, it had to be! It was time for a final spurt and a good nights rest. Seventeen hours and 349 kms (216 miles) after leaving Dhahran we had reached al Wasia and the end of our first days ride. It was too late in the day to bother with putting up tents so Suleiman booked us into the hotel. The room was big enough for the five of us, nothing spectacular and at only 80 Saudi Riyals (£13.50); it would serve its purpose."
Extract from my blog - http://arabcyclist.blogspot.com/
"The hours passed in comparative comfort and at dusk we had covered over 250 kms (155 miles). There was a parking place just ahead and we pulled into it; we had been advised not to camp in the desert but to find well lit places like villages, filling stations and the like. Suleiman went on ahead and scouted the place but came back and told us that it was not safe for us to stop and that we should go on. [I can now reveal the extent of ‘not safe’. A marauding Bedouin tribe – the al Otabi – had been hiding in the desert, coming onto the Trans-Arabian highway and robbing and killing people. The Royal Saudi Air Force had scrambled fighters to try and capture them but were never successful! Did the team know about this at the time – Yes!] My body groaned in protest –‘We’ll be safer a few kilometres up the road’. Little did I know that a few kilometres would turn out to be about a hundred. “Look on the bright side”, said David, “We’ll have less to do tomorrow!” The spirit was willing but the flesh was decidedly weak, the calf was painful and the sunburn made its presence felt.
I knew there was nothing by the roadside but I could see trees, houses and countless other things, no I was not hallucinating; it was just the desert playing tricks on me. David and I kept between the two cars and we scanned the horizon for any signs of life. We did see what appeared to be a filling station, only to be disappointed when we got there. President Bush [the father not son] may have talked about ‘a thousand points of light’ but we saw them! [He made this reference in an election speech] Distance is difficult to judge in the desert and it’s twice as hard at night! Again, disappointment met us as the road went one way and the lights another. It was probably a power station or something similar. The heat of the day was now gone and it was getting a bit cool. Legs were now very heavy as we spotted trucks pulling off the road in front of us; this was it, it had to be! It was time for a final spurt and a good nights rest. Seventeen hours and 349 kms (216 miles) after leaving Dhahran we had reached al Wasia and the end of our first days ride. It was too late in the day to bother with putting up tents so Suleiman booked us into the hotel. The room was big enough for the five of us, nothing spectacular and at only 80 Saudi Riyals (£13.50); it would serve its purpose."
Extract from my blog - http://arabcyclist.blogspot.com/
dan_bo
How much does it cost to Oldham?
140 mile manchester-blackpool-manchester, got lost in preston twice. 9 hours.
andylaw79
Über Member
- Location
- Sunny Blackpool - well nearly!
75 miles, Manchester to Blackpool then home.
Tim Bennet.
Entirely Average Member
- Location
- S of Kendal
250 miles on the first day (and night) of PBP.
MacB
Lover of things that come in 3's
- Location
- Farnborough, Hampshire
167 miles in about 20 hours, this included one of the night rides to Brighton, so was peppered with many stops. I don't think I've ever done more than 45 miles without a proper break. That was only due to getting lost plus I had no fluid or food with me, very unpleasant experience. I would normally take some sort of pitstop at 30 miles max and preferably no more than 25. I've not yet mastered, well never even tried
, the art of eating or drinking while still moving.
, the art of eating or drinking while still moving.
120 ish miles in 12 hours. That was from Barnet to Richmond, then to Oxford. I felt good at that point so I had some food and rode home via Thame , Haddenham, Aylesbury, Hemel Hempstead, St. Albans and back to Barnet. I left home at 06.00 in the morning and got home a lttle short of 6 in the evening.
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