I’m testing whether I can ride a bike again after my carpel tunnel operation. It’s interesting (if it wasn’t so annoying) to consider how a small thing – like a great big incision just where the hand holds the bars – can destabilise the functioning of the rest of the body.
I will spare you the detail on what functions are impaired by temporary loss of use of a right hand other than to say riding a bike is one of them. Not only do you grip your bars with your hands to steer (obvious 1 that) they also stop your 5kg head banging of your handlebars (assuming that your core isn’t super conditioned – mine neither). A whole lot of your weight goes down through the palm of your hands and a whole lot of pain comes back up as you crash over another pothole.
Then there’s the starting off, keeping the bars straight as you stamp down on the pedals, accelerating away from the lights. You can’t change gears easily or brake when the muscles in your hand have been severed. Whilst I was listing out my exhaustive excuses not to cycle in the winter, a ‘good friend’ reminded me of Danny Crates, the 1 handed cyclist we rode with on Ride Across Britain – his only concession was to walk over cattle grids over the 960 mile journey.
So I shut up, which I think was my friends hope.
I’m back riding, out with some of the crew of the newly formed Kew Riverside Primary School CC. Formed with the intent of completing the 1st Bicycle Moaning Collective Sponsored Rides for Schools of 2017. They’ve chosen London to Bruges. It feels good to be back out on the road, it feels good to be helping the new to riding riders, talking them through gear changes, road positioning, refuelling, new kit choices and telling them not to worry (as long as they train) about cycling 200 miles in 2 days.
It feels good to be introducing new riders to riding a bike – hoping that my bike-chat isn’t putting them off.
The Bicycle Moaning Collective have 3 more schools signed up for epic 24 hour rides in 2017. That’s 4 new Cycling Clubs! Covering off the distance to their respective destinations (Amsterdam, Paris, Paris from Henley & Marlow) is half the test. Getting everyone up to pace (an average of 15mph), with the right kit and most importantly riding as a cohesive peloton the other.
The good news is that they’re already out training. I’ve got some catching up to do.
This is the fourth year the Bicycle Moaning Collective have been Chasing the Tour. I don’t know who came up with the name – Kiero I think (our club photographer and mechanic – talented guy, if only he could climb as fast as his wife). The idea wasn’t strictly mine either. I stole it off Ned Boulting (“How I won the yellow jumper” circa 2011).
As a journalist, Ned, gets to follow the Tour de France (TdF) from ringside. Initially he was employed to bravely/foolhardy-ly chase down Mark Cavendish (who’s interviews pin-ball between exuberant, venomous or banal (or all 3 at once)) for a post sprint sound bite. This year he’s progressed to the role of ITV 4’s ‘voice of the tour’ providing excellent commentary alongside David Millar (I have to admit Ned is something of an inspiration to me).
I saw no reason why I couldn’t get close to the action too – even without a media pass. That’s the great thing about the TdF – you can. In 2012 we did. CheeseMap, Stevo and I loaded our bikes into the Volvo and chased the tour from Col du Girond in the Alps, via Mont Ventoux and on to the Port de Lers in the Pyrenees. And we’ve been chasing it very year since. The only difference is that there are more of us Tour Chasers each year. 14 to be exact, 1 short of a rugby team.
Looking around at lunch in Verbier (yes lunch in Verbier on a Thursday), even though we’re pretty much all resplendent in the Bicycle Moaning Collective club kit we’re all individuals, different sizes/personality/background – that’s what I like about this bunch. Even though we’re wearing our cycling kit these Bicycle Moaning Collective Tour Chasers look more like a rugby club than a cycling club. We drink like a rugby club. OK – maybe that’s an exaggeration but we’ve got a couple of 2nd rows, a centre, a few wingers and definitely some flankers. That’s how rugby used to be, a game for any size and any shape. That’s not so much the case these days but it still can be with cycling.
Is cycling the new rugby? It’s been the new golf and the new mid-life crisis. If you have to have a mid-life crisis, then riding your bike in the mountains must be one of the best. Our big guys might not climb as quickly as the whippets but if they’ve got ‘big balls’ (as Sagan so eloquently puts it) – they’re catching everyone up on the descents. It’s their rear wheel that the whippets desperately cling onto when the power is applied and the pace lifts on the flat gradient of the valley floor. In the end, over the course of a ride, it all evens out, we all arrive at the bar at the same time and all have stories to tell.
Lots of stories. We’ve nearly got it perfect this year. No shivering on a mountainside in sleet, no riding the wrong way up the mountain and being stopped by unimpressed gendarmes (all 2012 errors). Sure there are always wrong turns and dead ends (more accurately the gravel roads over the top of Col de la Marlene above Verbier – all are integral to the adventure and those stories.