Did my first official hillclimb today. Off road, on rough track, and
actually one of my favourite training climbs so I knew it pretty well.
Only 200 metres vertically...
It's a bloody lonely discipline, hill climb! I started last, and I only
saw one other cyclist all the way up. Worse, I think, than time
trialling in that sense. And hard, hard, hard because the hill just
never lets up. I took the Mantra because it climbs well, but it was
having a problem staying in second gear so I was having to shift up to
third every time the hill eased a bit and then down again to first for
the next steepening. And the track deteriorates as the climb goes on,
the first eighty or so good, the next sixty or so through the wood very
rough and rocky, and the final forty or so over the moor both rough and
rocky and covered in four inches of mud and cow [censored].
By the time I came through the gate at the top of the wood my lungs felt
as if they could not give any more, but there's nothing to pace
yourself against - you can't see any other competitor to compare your
performance against - so you just have to keep on. And the horribly
slimy disgusting surface through the next two hairpins encourages you
not to stop - you _really_ would not want to put a foot down in that
stuff. My helmet felt horribly hot and tight on my head
Just as I was pulling out of the second hairpin, and out of the worst
part of the climb, a medium large raptor - a little smaller than a
buzzard, and with narrower wings almost entirely white on the
underside, but with black wingtip feathers - got up from the hillside
to one side of the track. I'm not certain but I think it may have been
an osprey (despite the habitat being entirely wrong) and if so that's a
first for me.
And after that the track was a little easier, not so steep, the mud
mostly not so deep, but I had no acceleration left. I made it up to
fourth gear out of twenty seven, up over a brow, finish in sight, give
it everything (which is embarrassingly not much), cross the line, gasp
for breath for several minutes.
Time: 19 minutes 46 seconds.
Winning time, by a sixteen year old whose been competing in Scottish
Championship mountain bike races all year, 19 minutes 0 seconds.
Which means I'm second, only 46 seconds adrift... and that's not bad, I
think, for thirty three years older. But the gloss comes off it a bit
in that there were only three finishers, and the third had made a wrong
turn and lost time.
Still, I feel pleased with myself.
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[email hidden] (Simon Brooke) http://www.jasmine.org.uk/~simon/
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