Saturday, 25 June 2016

The Night Shift

More Caffeine Required

Some ideas are just so stupid that they make perfect sense……

Last Friday saw one such idea realised. As we gathered for a final pre ride espresso in the ever   excellent No 5, the nervous energy was almost palpable. Six of us had risen to the challenge, and I    was quietly confident that we were all up it.

It was just after 7 as we rolled out of town; a long night lay ahead of us. Escaping our own locality was the first challenge, to leave the familiar roads surrounding Shifnal behind. This in itself takes a good while, and it wasn’t until the light began to fade that we were on unknown roads. A brief feed stop in Winsford coincided with darkness falling.

Lights on and suddenly it all felt very different, but fortunately the weather was being kind to us, not too cold, and perhaps most importantly, we were rain free. The 100km mark was passed, and we rolled into our mid ride feedzone just a few minutes before midnight.

I’m not sure we were entirely typical of the average McDonalds customer at that hour of the day, but the food certainly hit the spot, and the caffeine top up was also very welcome. Friday became Saturday, and it was soon time to get back on the bikes, we had a date with Simon in Ellesmere in a little over 3 hours.

The next couple of hours were to my mind the toughest. It was time to just stick in there and keep the pedals turning. Drunken revellers staggering home in various states of intoxication provided entrertainment as we passed through Queensferry and Connah’s Quay, and my spirits lifted further as we turned south back towards home.

Simon was duly collected as planned; six became seven, and the added manpower gave us all a lift. Baschurch came and went, and the early signs of the sunrise to follows were becoming apparent. The early cloud cover delayed things a while, and also had the effect of allowing the sun to appear as suddenly as light being switched on. Even at this early hour the sun brought with it some welcome warmth, and gave everyone a much needed boost.

Another encounter with the Golden Arches followed in Shrewsbury, and the large espresso had perhaps never been more welcome. 10 hours since we left Shifnal, and over 220km covered; we were in the home straight.

The final short leg home from Shrewsbury passed in a blur; we were all pretty much on auto-pilot (rider?) by this point. Dai turned off as we went through Wellington, and we had one final hurdle in our way, known locally as Aldi Huez. I was in survival mode at this stage, and it was just a case of spin it out and get to the top. Mark had other plans, and simply flew up the climb. Impressive stuff, especially given the night’s previous efforts.

As we rolled back into town, it was pretty much exactly 12 hours since we’d left the previous evening. 255km covered, in a little under 10 hours riding time.

Gary suggested finishing off with a beer, a Belgian Tripel of course. That was the second stupid idea…..

Vive la Velo

@936ADL

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