PNP MTB round 5 November 11th 2012
Its been a good while since I’ve
posted on my blog so I have a bit of catching up to do. Last sunday we had the final race in the PNP MTB series calendar and it was a goodie. Very old school with a rocky downhill (Red Rocks) and a 25
minute granny gear climb (Tip track). My plan to ride into Wellington
and back for a bit of extra training was put on hold as the light rain
didn’t really look like abating, so I headed to the train station. I
felt like Alex Revell, riding to a Cyclo-cross race
somewhere in Belgium, using the public transport system. Unfortunately
while on the train I had forgotten to turn off my Strava App, and upon
upload, 7.5 hours later, I got a Strava comment from Joe Cooper
commending me on smashing the 51kmh KOM along the motorway with a 68kmh !
Who would have known the trains were that fast.
Upon arrival at race HQ we were told that because of poor visibility
and rough conditions we wouldn’t be doing the Tip track and Red rocks.
Bummer. That was the main reason I came in. I wanted a longer tougher
ride in preparation for the Huka 80km race in Taupo on the 28th. A
compromise was met and the Elite riders were allowed to race the full
course as long as they took a jacket. The choice of what class to race
in was made for me! In the end it wasn’t cold, or overly windy, but it
was a bit misty, so it was probably the best call to make, given the
diversity of abilities at the race.
This course had a particularly brutal start on tar-seal and gained a
lot of elevation through the depths of suburbia very quickly.
Thankfully we were spared the sight from the weekend before while
pre-riding the course where a person of non-determinable gender wearing
no underpants flashed us several times as they bent over to move boxes
around their garage. Hiskey said he had trouble sleeping all week and
the rest of us marvelled over how the brain can blank out things that it
thinks are harmful to us.
In a race similar to last years, I ended up dicing with my 50+
age-group compatriot Geoff Notman on his singlespeed as we hit the top
of the Red-rocks descent. Lack of local knowledge and generally poor skills had me braking when I
should have been pedaling down to the coast and by the time I got to the
bottom Geoff had a good 200 metres on me, and Trevor Woodward had just
caught me from behind. I really felt my 26 inch wheels bogging down the deep sand a few times as Trev seemed to float past on his 29er. We hit
the Tip track and I gave it a nudge as I knew I would catch Geoff pretty
soon pushing his singlespeed Niner up the granny gear climb. I got a bit
of a gap on Trev in the first half, and as is usually the case, my over
exuberant pace caught up with me in the second part of the climb and
Trev passed me as my wheels spun on some loose stuff and I had a short dismount.
I did the timed Super-D segment with Trev, better to be behind him
watching his line than slowing him down from in front! It was very foggy
at this point with only about 20 metres visibility. I managed to hold
onto him for the whole segment and he only started to fade as we headed
back over to Wrights Hill.
I had a little gap as I came into the part of the course where Elite
were to go down the Deliverance track, and everyone else was to go down
Salvation. I don’t know when I last rode Deliverance, maybe 10 years
ago. I wasn’t even sure I had ridden it until I recognised a few bits of
it. I knew Trev would catch me, but there was a chance I could hold off
Geoff if I kept my head down. Within in a minute I had crashed twice.
Once a small one, the second time my undercarriage took a full impact
from the back of my seat, and I was reduced to a hobbling gasping wreck.
Trev turned up a short while later and had a good laugh. Ian Paintin
tells me he stayed clipped in the whole way. Impressive. It will take me
more than 1 ride a decade before I approach that level of competence. I
alternated between running and riding through the slippery root
infested creek-bed and eventually made it through to the finish. My
fitness felt good. I had no real speed to speak of but considering it
was my first race since Karapoti that’s to be expected.
A big thanks to the organisers and marshalls that stand out there in the weather so we can have our fun. More details on the PNP site.
Martinborough Fun Ride, 115km October 28th 2012
I finally hooked up
with my Voodoo Lounge buddy Neil for our first event in the team strip.
The 115km Martinborough fun ride. The ladies had a free pass to hit the
shops while we valiantly did battle on the country roads of the “rappa”.
Despite a crappy day in Welly, it was all good over the hill and was in
fact great weather for racing. What I wasn’t prepared for was the old
start-stop nature of road racing. Luckily my wednesday worlds rides had
meant that I could at least fake sucking a wheel for a while. I don’t
think I had done a “road race” since around 2009, so it was hard at
first. On the first lap I foolishly did a few turns and found myself
cashing cheques my body wouldn’t honour as I went out the arse on the
last climb of the first lap. Luckily I was not alone and the group
managed to work together and catch the front bunch. Phew. That was
close. How the hell was I going to keep in touch for the next longer lap
and its extra hills!
|I have no idea who owns this photo, I just borrowed it off Facebook !
Fun rides seem to be made up of two sorts of people. 3% good riders who can
take a turn, and 97% of the rest of us who are faking it, sucking wheel
and hanging on by the skin of our teeth. On the last hill I tried to
stand up to throw in a little sprint to stay in touch, but my legs were
cramping so badly I had to stay seated and spin like crazy. I was still
moving through the bunch, and hanging in there.
|Voodoo Lounge Teamsters in first team outing
With 20kms to go, Pro
rider Joe Cooper and crusty Craig Lawn rode away as the shagged
remainder of the bunch were powerless to do anything. We tried to form
a paceline and bring them back but most of the riders were in a similar
state to me. I thought I was being clever sucking the wheel of this
giant of a guy in a Roadworks Jersey, but he went to the front for a
turn, down a very big hill, at a very high speed, and I was next in line
to come through. Just holding his wheel was putting me in the red. I
managed a short turn then pulled over, sure I was gonna float out the
bum again, but somehow I hung on.
I finished with the front 25 strong bunch, Lawny and Joe 2 mins up
the road, and waited for Neil’s arrival. He had had some problems, a
slow puncture and stopping to help another ride in distress. The ladies
had not managed to max out the cards so it was a successful mission all
|Image courtesy of Owen.
Revolution Bicycles 11 Peaks October the 6th 2012
Revolution Bicycles 11 Peaks event was something I had been meaning to
do for a while, so I had to turn down a chance to ride with Voodoo
Lounge member Neil for the Vets fun ride in the Wairarapa. The main problem I
faced was not knowing where the hell any of the “Peaks” in the Peaks
race were, or how to best get to them. I accosted Brevet buddy Owen
Hughes online the night before and managed to cadge a ride with him. I
didn’t realise that he was actually riding with Voo Doo Lounger Andy
King and UK MTBer Callum Chamberlain. All of these guys were showing
recent good form which was a bit of a worry.
The plan wasn’t to do the fastest time, but to ride the funnest way,
and that was cool by me. I was on my 29er drop-barred Karate Monkey,
Owen (and I think Callum) were on 26er hardtails and Andy a 29er fully. We went
off at a crazy pace and shot straight to the top of Makara and then
along the Skyline trail, to where ever the Skyline finishes. I’d only
been along there once, and in the opposite direction, so it was a great
new ride for me. The only other time I rode it was with Cleetus and it
was so windy I had no inclination to ever do it again. Taking this route
probably cost us a hell of a lot of time, but it was new trail as far as
I was concerned.
|Callum, Andy, myself, Pat Hogan and Owen Hughes taking photo at the end of Skyline?
We criss-crossed Wellington for the next 5 or so hours and the only
other peaks that I had been up before were Hawkins Hill, Wrights Hill,
Mt Albert and Mt Crawford. Awesome. There were some amazing views on
what was a lovely day with a slight southerly. Coming through Mt Vic
Callum got a puncture. Being as always, over-prepared, I had a spare
26inch tube in my back-pack. I’m not sure why, maybe because I know you
can make one fit a 29inch wheel if need be. I told Callum to make sure
he changed it as soon as he got home. He didn’t, and punctured the next
weekend in the PNP race : (
We carried on through Mt Crawford and came down the Jail-break
track, once again, probably not the quickest way off the hill, but
definitely the coolest way down! I had a bit of an off when I rode a bit
high on one of the banked turns. We stopped at Hataitai and debated
whether or not to have a sit down meal or just grab some buns and run.
I couldn’t tell you where we went next but it was steep, and hot,
and I was getting tired. We popped out at the bottom of the tip-track
which by now I was not looking forward too. Callum was forced to
attacked it hard as his single front ring didnt give him much of a gear
spread. Andy’s form was showing through and he let it rip, never to be
I had a granny gear of a 22 on the front and a 36 on the back, which
is absurdly low, by anyone’s standards, but I actually used it. I could
have sworn it took me 50 minutes to get up that climb, but Strava tells
me it was only 30. I had a small lead on Owen at the 2/3rds mark but he
came back at me just before the top. We carried on and took in some
cool trail that came out by the entrance to Zealandia and in my
blithering state I clipped my bar on the bank and only a nearby
“safety-tree” stopped me from dropping into a rather unfriendly looking
The finish at Revolution Bicycles was welcoming with a burger and
ginger beer outside the shop and very friendly debrief. Heaps of our old Brevet buddies were there. There were a wide
range of bikes being used and for the serious people, a CX bike or a
hard tail 29er seemed a good option. With his current bike shortage Dave
Sharpe chose the duathlon option of road-bike/running and wasn’t too
far off the pace. A really fun event and its quite impressive that you
can jam 2650 metres of climbing into just 69kms !
Thomas Lindup took out the honours on his shiney new High Ball and the next 3 riders were also Revolution teamsters!