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Tour of the Abberleys 2011 -<br />
a sideways view from the back<br />
by Patrick Douglas<br />
Prologue<br />
You know you’re in bad shape when, whilst tackling the<br />
short hill at Berrow Green, you’re not even confident about<br />
staying in the bunch. I used to be great at climbing, or at<br />
least I thought I was. I once nearly beat Chris Young for a hill<br />
prime, does second count? I once nearly won a road race at<br />
Ripponden in the Pennines. I was once the third counting guy<br />
that allowed Airedale Olympic to win the YCF hill climb team<br />
prize. How had it all changed? Well, all that was 25 years, two<br />
stone, and half a lifetime ago.<br />
Ever the optimist I decided to enter the Tour of The Abberleys,<br />
probably the <strong>LVRC</strong>’s leading stage race. It was nearly game<br />
over for everyone before a pedal had turned as Stuart Hall the<br />
organiser, not the 1970s Mancunian wordsmith and football<br />
pundit, had to pull out due to work commitments, with a few<br />
weeks to go. Mike Amery and Sean O’Toole with volunteers<br />
from Solihull CC, Worcester St Johns and many others, very<br />
kindly stepped in to pick up the race and ensure its continuing<br />
success.<br />
My wife and I travelled down from Leeds the day before the<br />
start and stayed in a nearby B&B, so that I would be well rested<br />
for the morrow. I’ve got to say that it’s probably the best B&B<br />
we’ve ever stopped in. When we arrived we were served with<br />
home made cheesecake and plum cake with lashings of tea,<br />
served with a china service, overlooking manicured gardens<br />
with views of Abberley church in the distance. I can’t tell you<br />
where it is though, just in case I race there next year, they’ve<br />
only got one bedroom and I don’t want anyone else to nab it!<br />
Prior to the race, I could have taken every single prize on<br />
offer. A bold claim you may think, but I could have easily done<br />
it. Easily. Not by winning every stage and prime, but instead,<br />
by walking off with the envelope containing all the prizes,<br />
kindly donated by Epic Cycles. I first met Phil, the proprietor<br />
of the bike shop, a number of years ago as we travelled out to<br />
ride the Gran Fondo Campagnolo, but that’s a whole separate<br />
story. This time, we met up the night before the race and Phil<br />
asked me to pass the envelope to Mike Amery.<br />
Stage 1 – TT 3.5miles Woodbury Hill<br />
How hard could it be to race for 3.5 miles? Well, judging by<br />
the number of riders coughing their guts up, back at the HQ<br />
after the stage finished, pretty hard. In fact Abberley Village<br />
Hall sounded more like a 1920s TB clinic than a race HQ. Loads<br />
of old guys with consumptive hacking coughs sprawled out<br />
all over the place. Earlier that morning they’d all been healthy,<br />
tanned, lean, veteran riders. But that was before the time trial.<br />
I had a great result – second. Actually it was second last.<br />
I’ve always hated time trials so I avoid riding them. Maybe I’ve<br />
avoided riding at all too much? Looking around me though,<br />
at the wheezing casualties in variable states of distress, I<br />
wondered why I was the only person whose lungs felt, and<br />
sounded, normal. Then the kernel of an answer entered my<br />
mind. Maybe I hadn’t pushed myself hard enough in the TT?<br />
Though, at least I thought, I wouldn’t be ruined for stage 2.<br />
Stage 1b<br />
The organisers hadn’t planned for a stage 1b, but they also<br />
hadn’t planned for one of the windiest weekends on record.<br />
The ride back to the changing room at the village hall should<br />
have been easy. Think about it – a hill climb prologue should<br />
mean an easy descent but it didn’t quite feel like that as we retraced<br />
the route. Then, of course, there was the small matter of<br />
climbing back up the A443, which is mostly a 1 in 8. No wonder<br />
all those riders looked so ill back at the HQ afterwards!<br />
Stage 2<br />
We had to ride up Woodbury Hill again. As if we hadn’t had<br />
enough first time. Luckily though, it was neutralised so at least<br />
I didn’t get dropped. The circuit was 5 laps of the Wichenford,<br />
Ockeridge, Hill Side, Martley loop with, you guessed it, Berrow<br />
Hill thrown in at the end to make it easier for the judges to<br />
spot the placings. I’d done this circuit before, the last time I<br />
did the Abberleys. On that occasion I’d punctured on the first<br />
lap descending from Hill Side so I hoped for better luck this<br />
time. The circuit is one of the reasons why the Abberley’s is<br />
so wonderful to race in. The riders pass through some of the<br />
most wonderful rural countryside the nation can offer. Small<br />
lanes, orchards coming into flower, warm sun, sleepy villages,<br />
tall hedgerows, country pubs. A rural idyll and may it never<br />
change. The signing and the marshalling was great on the<br />
route here, as there were several hard left turns onto seemingly<br />
ever smaller roads.<br />
Meanwhile, several of the riders at the front were trying to<br />
break away and the speed was going up and up. On one of the<br />
laps, the speed was brutal as we flashed through the villages.<br />
Another left turn and onto one of those roads that looks as if<br />
it should be flat and easy, but instead, I found myself changing<br />
down the gears whilst my heart rate changed up the gears!<br />
Within a few hundred yards I felt I was at my limit. You know<br />
when you are about to get dropped? As a responsible rider,<br />
you take a look around to check that you aren’t going to take<br />
anybody else out of the back? I took the look back, about to<br />
blow, but by some determination, or maybe it was a miracle, I<br />
managed to hang on.<br />
Later on, a strange thing happened. I started riding near the<br />
yellow jersey wearer. Normally that would mean riding at or<br />
near the front. I took a look around me. No, pretty definitely<br />
about two thirds of the way back in the bunch. Maybe he’d<br />
just dropped back for a moment, I thought. Then I took a closer<br />
look at him. The poor fella was blowing big time, looked like<br />
he’d got super hunger knock. When the road flattened out or<br />
went downhill, he’d ride back to the front, but on every uphill<br />
stretch, he’d drop way back. People reckon that you should ride<br />
a TT so that you leave nothing behind, totally empty yourself.<br />
He’d certainly done that, having taken a convincing win in the<br />
prologue, but now he was paying the price.<br />
A final sprint up Berrow Green concluded the stage.<br />
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