The Dunwich Dynamo 2015 thread
Discussion
That was fun!
My brother and I had dropped my car in Dunwich on Saturday morning....but due to a few issues with a broken down train, it took us longer than expected to get into London.
We almost met up with Swerni but due to my balls up/me not listening properly, we waited at the wrong bridge.. Probably for the best, Swerni, as my brother had only ridden a couple of hundred kms this year!! We started slow. During a stop before Epping Forest (for me to buy batteries), I told my brother that we were going pathetically slow...and he sped up after that.
The ride out of Hackney was awful, much better to leave at 8, it's less congested with bicycles.
I can't remember when I first spotted a PH jersey, but it was whilst I was being overtaken. Caught up with him, SPB, only to be told the tale of coming off, broken mech etc. A bit embarrassing to be overtaken by a DLD rider..
It was good to bump into Justin and Richard at the pub just passed Sudbury. Headed off together but somewhere along the line, lost Richard. Did almost the rest of the ride with Justin, which helped keep up a pace a bit. My brother said that he wouldn't have cycled as fast if you weren't there, Justin...so thanks!
I stopped to put my sunglasses on and lost site of Justin.
We cycled a main road towards Dunwich I stead of the sandy filled lanes...and I think I spotted you, Swerni, heading for the train. I only thought it was you once you'd gone down the road a bit..
I think we got to the beach after 6.. and it was busy. Great to finish amd have the warmth of the sun for company!
We wandered around the car park but couldn't find the bbq. Not too gutted as my brother had left a few goodies in the car...and I still had a 1h 20mins drive back to my brother's place.
It was good to meet a few other PHers even if just briefly.
Can't wait until next year..
Ps: It was a bit colder than anticipated. After the Sudbury stop, my jaw was chattering! I didn't mean to waffle..
My brother and I had dropped my car in Dunwich on Saturday morning....but due to a few issues with a broken down train, it took us longer than expected to get into London.
We almost met up with Swerni but due to my balls up/me not listening properly, we waited at the wrong bridge.. Probably for the best, Swerni, as my brother had only ridden a couple of hundred kms this year!! We started slow. During a stop before Epping Forest (for me to buy batteries), I told my brother that we were going pathetically slow...and he sped up after that.
The ride out of Hackney was awful, much better to leave at 8, it's less congested with bicycles.
I can't remember when I first spotted a PH jersey, but it was whilst I was being overtaken. Caught up with him, SPB, only to be told the tale of coming off, broken mech etc. A bit embarrassing to be overtaken by a DLD rider..
It was good to bump into Justin and Richard at the pub just passed Sudbury. Headed off together but somewhere along the line, lost Richard. Did almost the rest of the ride with Justin, which helped keep up a pace a bit. My brother said that he wouldn't have cycled as fast if you weren't there, Justin...so thanks!
I stopped to put my sunglasses on and lost site of Justin.
We cycled a main road towards Dunwich I stead of the sandy filled lanes...and I think I spotted you, Swerni, heading for the train. I only thought it was you once you'd gone down the road a bit..
I think we got to the beach after 6.. and it was busy. Great to finish amd have the warmth of the sun for company!
We wandered around the car park but couldn't find the bbq. Not too gutted as my brother had left a few goodies in the car...and I still had a 1h 20mins drive back to my brother's place.
It was good to meet a few other PHers even if just briefly.
Can't wait until next year..
Ps: It was a bit colder than anticipated. After the Sudbury stop, my jaw was chattering! I didn't mean to waffle..
Joey Ramone said:
A certain amount of muppetry in evidence on Sat night, most notably a number of living brain donors who thought it would be fun to ride through the night with no lights whatsoever (and invariably wearing dark clothing). Still can't work out the thought processes on that one.
First few miles through London was rubbish, but things improved immeasurably after that. Have to say though that while night riding is fun in many respects, and I've done a few, after a while the fact that the view is always the same (i.e. nothing) it gets a bit dull after a few hours.
Full respect to the bloke on the Molton who kept on my tail for a long while. I certainly wasn't dawdling.
I did see.one of these no lights idiots.. He was on his own and riding on an unlit part of the journey...First few miles through London was rubbish, but things improved immeasurably after that. Have to say though that while night riding is fun in many respects, and I've done a few, after a while the fact that the view is always the same (i.e. nothing) it gets a bit dull after a few hours.
Full respect to the bloke on the Molton who kept on my tail for a long while. I certainly wasn't dawdling.
It didn't happen much this year but in times gone by I've had a few close calls from cyclists just stopping with no hand jesters or thoughts that there might be someone behind them..especially bad near pub stops.
That was (mostly) a great experience. I'm glad I took the double. Beforehand, it seemed that bit more of an adventure to attempt it both ways. Was it true what they say? That if you ride within yourself you can ride all day? And all night? Well, there's one way to find out...
Up at 04:30 Saturday for carb and car loading before driving 110 miles up to Dunwich, where I find richardxjr waiting patiently. He's far too poilte to say he's been there long, but I suspect he might have been. Waiting for me is going to make up a large part of his next 22 hours too, poor chap.
It's a quiet place, Dunwich. Wikipedia tells me that it was once the Anglo-Saxon capital of East Anglia, but that most has since been reclaimed by the sea. Certainly there's little there now. A handful of houses, a pub, and beach car park with a cafe that will be have it's busiest morning of the year the following day. The only other people around are a few chatty dog walkers. "You riding far?" they ask. "London..." wait for the look on their faces "And back".
So off we set. Until, just 10 miles into the marathon, I threw my bike down the road trying to pull off too swift a u-turn with some kind of sandy Suffolk mud all over my front tyre. Such a stupid, low speed spill. But I came down hard enough to bend my STI round and the mech hanger in, which threw out my indexing and moved the jockey wheels up to the cassette, which, because I didn't immediately notice, a few minutes later caused my chain to jam, bending a link in the process and making it useless. Oh, and whilst we're at it, Mummy my hand hurts. Oh well, only 360km to go!
Massive thanks to richardxjr for going off and finding the only 9-speed chain in the only bike shop around, for effecting a field fix without the use of a magic link, for taking the headwind, and then for riding with me at what must have seemed to him a very pedestrian pace when I was no longer holding his wheel. But thanks to his advice on painkillers and to the kindliness of the lovely lady baker in Castle Hedingham, who when we asked for directions to a pharmacy insisted on giving me a pack of paracetamol instead, my mood began to lift as we continued on to London after lunch.
Indeed, one of the secondary joys of cycling has to be the friendliness of the people you meet. We were riding along at one point in the afternoon when two other riders, also inbound for the Dynamo, drew alongside and we rode as a four to our next stop in Moreton. From there we thought we'd be at the Old George with 15 minutes of our original ETA but a lower average speed through the traffic lights of London combined with the pleasant-rather-than-direct route I'd plotted meant we arrived too late to catch swerni. That was a big shame, but it was great to see JustinF standing outside. The ride in was just the prologue. Next up, after more carbs in the form of dinner and a swift half, was the main event.
And it was everything I hoped it would be. Riding in a blinking red river of cyclists out of London was nuts, and once past Epping we were mostly on country lanes that we cyclists had almost all to ourselves. Locals were out in the gardens clapping us on. In each village throngs of riders at pop-up feed stops gave a festival atmosphere. On the road, you could choose to press on and make progress, or take it easy and chat to whoever you found yourself alongside. Some people looked like they were out to set a good time, others like they were out to have a good time. There wasn't a right way or a wrong way to do it. Just bring a bike and enjoy yourself. I very much approved.
Our PH jerseys are great for being identified. Thanks to them we got to say hello again to the two riders who'd joined us for part of the inbound leg earlier that day and also got to meet and exchange a few words with some other PHers en-route, which was really good. I wish I'd been more conversational, but the day was catching up on me. We lost the advantage of the jerseys once it got dark and the gilets went on, and Richardxjr, JustinF and I got separated. I was hoping that had let them stretch their legs a little, but it turned out they were waiting for me a different feed stop to the one where I was looking for them.
Arrived back at Dunwich 21 hours 45 minutes after leaving it the morning before, to be greeted by the very welcome sight of richardxjr's bbq fired up and ready to go. I'd decided I'd done quite enough riding with about 20 miles still to go, but I'd kept myself going for the last stretch by thinking of that food. It really helped round off the whole event. Justin arrived just behind me, having been heroically towing me along for miles only to discover it wasn't me but someone else who'd latched on behind. In the dark it was impossible for him to tell who was who behind him. I still owe him a big beer for the effort though (and for all the sitting on I did do before I dropped off). I must have passed him unseen whilst he waited somewhere for me.
Aside from the bbq, it was nice having fresh clothes at the finish. 25 hours in the same pair of bibs is more than enough. I didn't notice what time we packed up and drove off, but I didn't go far before I pulled into a layby for some kip ahead of driving on home. I'm not sure how long I slept for - not long - but it started raining heavily shortly after I resumed. I passed riders who looked like they were Dynamo-ers heading back to London down the A12, in that cloudburst, and I really felt for them. I hope all made it safely.
Things I learnt for next year:
- Consider fitting a touring saddle bag or bar bag to carry enough warm clothing for the night time. Relying on jersey pockets for food and clothing limited what I could take. It wasn't too bad as it was a warm night but, had we not been having a heatwave, I suspect I would have been rather cold with just my thin gilet.
- Always take spare magic links on every ride, even with a Shimano chain.
- Get phone numbers of everyone you've arranged to meet so you can let them know if you're running late. Or at least learn how to post on PH from a mobile.
- Carry a spare saddle bolt. You might make a nice young lady's day.
- Don't stop for refreshment at the Fire Station in Sudbury thinking it's the official stop. It's not, and there are other unofficial stops without the queues. But feel free to stop there if you want to support the firepeople, of course, or you just like queueing.
- Take some clear glasses for the night. Or at least take off your sunglasses. It was so much easier to see when I remembered I still had my shades on and removed them, D'oh.
Finally, a footnote (handnote?): Went to the local walking wounded unit this afternoon and had an x-ray. They've diagnosed a fractured scaphoid. My wrist's in a splint for now, but I have to go to the fracture clinic at the larger General on Weds morning for a possible cast. I'm hoping they'll instead say it's actually fine, as I'm supposed to be leaving for my Italian Gran Fondo next week.
Up at 04:30 Saturday for carb and car loading before driving 110 miles up to Dunwich, where I find richardxjr waiting patiently. He's far too poilte to say he's been there long, but I suspect he might have been. Waiting for me is going to make up a large part of his next 22 hours too, poor chap.
It's a quiet place, Dunwich. Wikipedia tells me that it was once the Anglo-Saxon capital of East Anglia, but that most has since been reclaimed by the sea. Certainly there's little there now. A handful of houses, a pub, and beach car park with a cafe that will be have it's busiest morning of the year the following day. The only other people around are a few chatty dog walkers. "You riding far?" they ask. "London..." wait for the look on their faces "And back".
So off we set. Until, just 10 miles into the marathon, I threw my bike down the road trying to pull off too swift a u-turn with some kind of sandy Suffolk mud all over my front tyre. Such a stupid, low speed spill. But I came down hard enough to bend my STI round and the mech hanger in, which threw out my indexing and moved the jockey wheels up to the cassette, which, because I didn't immediately notice, a few minutes later caused my chain to jam, bending a link in the process and making it useless. Oh, and whilst we're at it, Mummy my hand hurts. Oh well, only 360km to go!
Massive thanks to richardxjr for going off and finding the only 9-speed chain in the only bike shop around, for effecting a field fix without the use of a magic link, for taking the headwind, and then for riding with me at what must have seemed to him a very pedestrian pace when I was no longer holding his wheel. But thanks to his advice on painkillers and to the kindliness of the lovely lady baker in Castle Hedingham, who when we asked for directions to a pharmacy insisted on giving me a pack of paracetamol instead, my mood began to lift as we continued on to London after lunch.
Indeed, one of the secondary joys of cycling has to be the friendliness of the people you meet. We were riding along at one point in the afternoon when two other riders, also inbound for the Dynamo, drew alongside and we rode as a four to our next stop in Moreton. From there we thought we'd be at the Old George with 15 minutes of our original ETA but a lower average speed through the traffic lights of London combined with the pleasant-rather-than-direct route I'd plotted meant we arrived too late to catch swerni. That was a big shame, but it was great to see JustinF standing outside. The ride in was just the prologue. Next up, after more carbs in the form of dinner and a swift half, was the main event.
And it was everything I hoped it would be. Riding in a blinking red river of cyclists out of London was nuts, and once past Epping we were mostly on country lanes that we cyclists had almost all to ourselves. Locals were out in the gardens clapping us on. In each village throngs of riders at pop-up feed stops gave a festival atmosphere. On the road, you could choose to press on and make progress, or take it easy and chat to whoever you found yourself alongside. Some people looked like they were out to set a good time, others like they were out to have a good time. There wasn't a right way or a wrong way to do it. Just bring a bike and enjoy yourself. I very much approved.
Our PH jerseys are great for being identified. Thanks to them we got to say hello again to the two riders who'd joined us for part of the inbound leg earlier that day and also got to meet and exchange a few words with some other PHers en-route, which was really good. I wish I'd been more conversational, but the day was catching up on me. We lost the advantage of the jerseys once it got dark and the gilets went on, and Richardxjr, JustinF and I got separated. I was hoping that had let them stretch their legs a little, but it turned out they were waiting for me a different feed stop to the one where I was looking for them.
Arrived back at Dunwich 21 hours 45 minutes after leaving it the morning before, to be greeted by the very welcome sight of richardxjr's bbq fired up and ready to go. I'd decided I'd done quite enough riding with about 20 miles still to go, but I'd kept myself going for the last stretch by thinking of that food. It really helped round off the whole event. Justin arrived just behind me, having been heroically towing me along for miles only to discover it wasn't me but someone else who'd latched on behind. In the dark it was impossible for him to tell who was who behind him. I still owe him a big beer for the effort though (and for all the sitting on I did do before I dropped off). I must have passed him unseen whilst he waited somewhere for me.
Aside from the bbq, it was nice having fresh clothes at the finish. 25 hours in the same pair of bibs is more than enough. I didn't notice what time we packed up and drove off, but I didn't go far before I pulled into a layby for some kip ahead of driving on home. I'm not sure how long I slept for - not long - but it started raining heavily shortly after I resumed. I passed riders who looked like they were Dynamo-ers heading back to London down the A12, in that cloudburst, and I really felt for them. I hope all made it safely.
Things I learnt for next year:
- Consider fitting a touring saddle bag or bar bag to carry enough warm clothing for the night time. Relying on jersey pockets for food and clothing limited what I could take. It wasn't too bad as it was a warm night but, had we not been having a heatwave, I suspect I would have been rather cold with just my thin gilet.
- Always take spare magic links on every ride, even with a Shimano chain.
- Get phone numbers of everyone you've arranged to meet so you can let them know if you're running late. Or at least learn how to post on PH from a mobile.
- Carry a spare saddle bolt. You might make a nice young lady's day.
- Don't stop for refreshment at the Fire Station in Sudbury thinking it's the official stop. It's not, and there are other unofficial stops without the queues. But feel free to stop there if you want to support the firepeople, of course, or you just like queueing.
- Take some clear glasses for the night. Or at least take off your sunglasses. It was so much easier to see when I remembered I still had my shades on and removed them, D'oh.
Finally, a footnote (handnote?): Went to the local walking wounded unit this afternoon and had an x-ray. They've diagnosed a fractured scaphoid. My wrist's in a splint for now, but I have to go to the fracture clinic at the larger General on Weds morning for a possible cast. I'm hoping they'll instead say it's actually fine, as I'm supposed to be leaving for my Italian Gran Fondo next week.
80sMatchbox said:
That was fun!
My brother and I had dropped my car in Dunwich on Saturday morning....but due to a few issues with a broken down train, it took us longer than expected to get into London.
We almost met up with Swerni but due to my balls up/me not listening properly, we waited at the wrong bridge.. Probably for the best, Swerni, as my brother had only ridden a couple of hundred kms this year!! We started slow. During a stop before Epping Forest (for me to buy batteries), I told my brother that we were going pathetically slow...and he sped up after that.
The ride out of Hackney was awful, much better to leave at 8, it's less congested with bicycles.
I can't remember when I first spotted a PH jersey, but it was whilst I was being overtaken. Caught up with him, SPB, only to be told the tale of coming off, broken mech etc. A bit embarrassing to be overtaken by a DLD rider..
It was good to bump into Justin and Richard at the pub just passed Sudbury. Headed off together but somewhere along the line, lost Richard. Did almost the rest of the ride with Justin, which helped keep up a pace a bit. My brother said that he wouldn't have cycled as fast if you weren't there, Justin...so thanks!
I stopped to put my sunglasses on and lost site of Justin.
We cycled a main road towards Dunwich I stead of the sandy filled lanes...and I think I spotted you, Swerni, heading for the train. I only thought it was you once you'd gone down the road a bit..
I think we got to the beach after 6.. and it was busy. Great to finish amd have the warmth of the sun for company!
We wandered around the car park but couldn't find the bbq. Not too gutted as my brother had left a few goodies in the car...and I still had a 1h 20mins drive back to my brother's place.
It was good to meet a few other PHers even if just briefly.
Can't wait until next year..
Ps: It was a bit colder than anticipated. After the Sudbury stop, my jaw was chattering! I didn't mean to waffle..
It was good of you to come alongside and say hello. Sorry I bleated on about my earlier mishap a bit - I do forget my manners when I'm tired! I'm glad you were able to ride with Justin for part of the way. He's a top bloke and fast with it, so well done to your brother for keeping up with him!My brother and I had dropped my car in Dunwich on Saturday morning....but due to a few issues with a broken down train, it took us longer than expected to get into London.
We almost met up with Swerni but due to my balls up/me not listening properly, we waited at the wrong bridge.. Probably for the best, Swerni, as my brother had only ridden a couple of hundred kms this year!! We started slow. During a stop before Epping Forest (for me to buy batteries), I told my brother that we were going pathetically slow...and he sped up after that.
The ride out of Hackney was awful, much better to leave at 8, it's less congested with bicycles.
I can't remember when I first spotted a PH jersey, but it was whilst I was being overtaken. Caught up with him, SPB, only to be told the tale of coming off, broken mech etc. A bit embarrassing to be overtaken by a DLD rider..
It was good to bump into Justin and Richard at the pub just passed Sudbury. Headed off together but somewhere along the line, lost Richard. Did almost the rest of the ride with Justin, which helped keep up a pace a bit. My brother said that he wouldn't have cycled as fast if you weren't there, Justin...so thanks!
I stopped to put my sunglasses on and lost site of Justin.
We cycled a main road towards Dunwich I stead of the sandy filled lanes...and I think I spotted you, Swerni, heading for the train. I only thought it was you once you'd gone down the road a bit..
I think we got to the beach after 6.. and it was busy. Great to finish amd have the warmth of the sun for company!
We wandered around the car park but couldn't find the bbq. Not too gutted as my brother had left a few goodies in the car...and I still had a 1h 20mins drive back to my brother's place.
It was good to meet a few other PHers even if just briefly.
Can't wait until next year..
Ps: It was a bit colder than anticipated. After the Sudbury stop, my jaw was chattering! I didn't mean to waffle..
Shame you didn't find the three of us in the car park afterwards. We were at the far end, beyond the coaches when you come in. I nobly ate your food for you. Hopefully we'll get ourselves better organised next year, maybe all ride out together?
SixPotBelly said:
Went to the local walking wounded unit this afternoon and had an x-ray. They've diagnosed a fractured scaphoid. My wrist's in a splint for now, but I have to go to the fracture clinic at the larger General on Weds morning for a possible cast. I'm hoping they'll instead say it's actually fine, as I'm supposed to be leaving for my Italian Gran Fondo next week.
God, I was fearing that, that's what happened to my mate after a very similar innocuous low speed incident. Not too bad at the time, but hell the next morning and straight to A+E. He got plastered up and has been road riding since, using an adapted tri bar for his left hand. His cast comes off Friday, the day before we ride the SDW.Not sure if that'd work in Italy, but on your recent form if anybody can...
Everything's crossed for you.
You'd have loved it G. There were even a few wee hills to smash in the second half.
More groovy lights needed next year; one group had matching festooned helmets, really easy to identify who they were. Which otherwise in the pitch dark is impossible. There were a few clubs out and they were mostly riding in the spirit, not taking it too seriously at all.
ETA Hope it's July 10th next year. Away on the 3rd.
More groovy lights needed next year; one group had matching festooned helmets, really easy to identify who they were. Which otherwise in the pitch dark is impossible. There were a few clubs out and they were mostly riding in the spirit, not taking it too seriously at all.
ETA Hope it's July 10th next year. Away on the 3rd.
Edited by richardxjr on Tuesday 7th July 09:31
Cheers, richardxjr and Gruffy. If it's gets the plaster I'll post on my Charly Gaul GF thread.
I definitely want to ride this again next year. Would be tempting to try the double the other way, if only to see if having a shorter day (without the 2+ hour drive each end) makes up for the losing the luxury of having food, coffee and a change of clothes in Dunwich. I suspect mentally it would be harder to turn round and ride back, with the main event done, than it was to turn round in London, with the anticipation of starting what we'd ridden down to do.
First full moon in July 2016 is Tuesday 19th, according to some random site I just checked. I guess then the Dynamo will be on 17th.
Everything I ordered for this year's has now turned up, so that's a start in getting ready. I'm also thinking we all need Le Mans style identification lights on our front forks and seat stays or helmets. Steady blue, green or orange. Or any colour really except red or white.
I definitely want to ride this again next year. Would be tempting to try the double the other way, if only to see if having a shorter day (without the 2+ hour drive each end) makes up for the losing the luxury of having food, coffee and a change of clothes in Dunwich. I suspect mentally it would be harder to turn round and ride back, with the main event done, than it was to turn round in London, with the anticipation of starting what we'd ridden down to do.
First full moon in July 2016 is Tuesday 19th, according to some random site I just checked. I guess then the Dynamo will be on 17th.
Everything I ordered for this year's has now turned up, so that's a start in getting ready. I'm also thinking we all need Le Mans style identification lights on our front forks and seat stays or helmets. Steady blue, green or orange. Or any colour really except red or white.
Had a good time riding this and will do it again, I travelled light and couldn't find my decent santini bibs so did the whole ride in a pair of swimming shorts. Was the first long ride I've done on my GT Grade Carbon and the difference between it and my 23c Obea was night and day, used to get white finger on that on prolonged rides whereas I felt fine (apart from tiredness) the next day. Had to be weary of how much better the brakes are than callipers, you stop so much quicker with discs once you get used to them.
Edited 7 hours of footage today at work as it was quiet afternoon. I did the ride with a couple of mates and one of them was on a 1970's brakeless fixy so I let them set the pace for most the journey.
There's some pistonhead Jerseys near the start of the video but I didn't see anymore once out of London, got to the beach just before 7am and had a couple of pints during the night in the pubs we passed by so did it in a reasonable time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qnblYCXcQ4
Edited 7 hours of footage today at work as it was quiet afternoon. I did the ride with a couple of mates and one of them was on a 1970's brakeless fixy so I let them set the pace for most the journey.
There's some pistonhead Jerseys near the start of the video but I didn't see anymore once out of London, got to the beach just before 7am and had a couple of pints during the night in the pubs we passed by so did it in a reasonable time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qnblYCXcQ4
180km in swimming shorts is hard core!
Nice video, captures the event well. Impressed your camera battery lasted the length of the ride. Yes, that's R, J and I at the start. Don't know why I was holding back behind the bus, you caught me being uncharacteristically cautious. I think we followed you through that gap though and got properly stuck in
Nice video, captures the event well. Impressed your camera battery lasted the length of the ride. Yes, that's R, J and I at the start. Don't know why I was holding back behind the bus, you caught me being uncharacteristically cautious. I think we followed you through that gap though and got properly stuck in
untakenname said:
Had a good time riding this and will do it again, I travelled light and couldn't find my decent santini bibs so did the whole ride in a pair of swimming shorts. Was the first long ride I've done on my GT Grade Carbon and the difference between it and my 23c Obea was night and day, used to get white finger on that on prolonged rides whereas I felt fine (apart from tiredness) the next day. Had to be weary of how much better the brakes are than callipers, you stop so much quicker with discs once you get used to them.
Edited 7 hours of footage today at work as it was quiet afternoon. I did the ride with a couple of mates and one of them was on a 1970's brakeless fixy so I let them set the pace for most the journey.
There's some pistonhead Jerseys near the start of the video but I didn't see anymore once out of London, got to the beach just before 7am and had a couple of pints during the night in the pubs we passed by so did it in a reasonable time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qnblYCXcQ4
30 secs in that's Richardxjr, me and sixpot in that order.Edited 7 hours of footage today at work as it was quiet afternoon. I did the ride with a couple of mates and one of them was on a 1970's brakeless fixy so I let them set the pace for most the journey.
There's some pistonhead Jerseys near the start of the video but I didn't see anymore once out of London, got to the beach just before 7am and had a couple of pints during the night in the pubs we passed by so did it in a reasonable time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qnblYCXcQ4
ker' at one point somewhere in darkest Essex. Braintree, I think.
. Any respect should go to richardxjr for keeping me going!Next time I'm gonna wear some cat 1 yellow glasses, all the rear flashing lights started to give me a headache.
The battery in the Virb is meant to last for three hours but I was running it from a mtb torch battery pack that has a usb output as well that was running 4x panasonic 3400mah 18650 cells (called a solarstorm). Still had charge at the end but ran out of sd card space (64gb card).
Let some girl use the usb charging for her phone when we reached the beach as she had ran out of battery.
SixPotBelly said:
180km in swimming shorts is hard core!
Nice video, captures the event well. Impressed your camera battery lasted the length of the ride. Yes, that's R, J and I at the start. Don't know why I was holding back behind the bus, you caught me being uncharacteristically cautious. I think we followed you through that gap though and got properly stuck in
Yeah, I was worried about not wearing padded shorts/bibs but it was fine, I'm using a Fizik Alicante saddle which is quite padded and supportive.Nice video, captures the event well. Impressed your camera battery lasted the length of the ride. Yes, that's R, J and I at the start. Don't know why I was holding back behind the bus, you caught me being uncharacteristically cautious. I think we followed you through that gap though and got properly stuck in
The battery in the Virb is meant to last for three hours but I was running it from a mtb torch battery pack that has a usb output as well that was running 4x panasonic 3400mah 18650 cells (called a solarstorm). Still had charge at the end but ran out of sd card space (64gb card).
Let some girl use the usb charging for her phone when we reached the beach as she had ran out of battery.
JustinF said:
30 secs in that's Richardxjr, me and sixpot in that order.
Cool, I would have tagged along for a bit and conversed but I was hurrying to catch up with my mate who was a few miles ahead. The traffic in London was annoying, ended up leaving one leg unclipped till all the stopping and starting smoothed out.Gassing Station | Pedal Powered | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff