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Stage 2b<br />
Same as stage 1b except a bit longer this time, just as<br />
tough.<br />
Stage 3<br />
“Sorry lads, there’s going to be trouble. They’re organising a<br />
protest in one of the villages against the race.”<br />
So explained Mike, the organiser.<br />
“I’m not sure what will happen but I’m going to go out there<br />
and find out what their concerns are. Just be prepared to stop<br />
if I ask you to.”<br />
Gosh. He certainly had our attention. One gets used to a<br />
certain amount of anti-cycling feeling in built up urban areas<br />
where I’m from, but it was something of a surprise down here<br />
in the heart of rural Worcestershire.<br />
“It’s not too far after you turn left after Berrow Green.”<br />
Images of French farmers burning sheep or throwing tons of<br />
fruit in the road sprang to mind. Bernard Hinault was once in a<br />
race that was stopped by protesters. His way of dealing with it<br />
was to punch one of them in the face. They were, he explained,<br />
preventing him from doing his job.<br />
Woodbury Hill was, thankfully, neutralised again. I was<br />
chatting to one of the lads on the ride out. He’d done ok in the<br />
first couple of stages and was in 4th overall.<br />
“I’m in a different race to you.” I explained “It’s more to do<br />
with seeing if I can get round without being dropped.”<br />
The first time up Berrow Hill was hard but I made it with the<br />
bunch. All I had to worry about then were the demonstrators.<br />
I expected tractors to be dragged across the road. Piles of<br />
tyres on fire. People with placards telling us to go back home.<br />
Mike had obviously done a great job as not a single protester<br />
could be seen.<br />
Another warm and windy day, some more fabulous rural<br />
roads to be raced on. Then we turned left. I think the Paris-<br />
Roubaix organisers had been out here to lay down some real<br />
rough roads, just for their personal amusement. Gosh, the<br />
road surface was shocking. For a good mile or so, we might as<br />
well have been riding a spring classic in Belgium. There was no<br />
clear line to take, bottles were jumping put of their cages, guys<br />
were pointing out the worst holes. People were praying their<br />
rims were strong enough, then, as suddenly as it had started, it<br />
finished. We were back on a lovely smooth fast road. Another<br />
couple of miles later the shout came down the bunch to watch<br />
out. In the middle of the road, on its own, a huge sharp lipped,<br />
tyre blowing pot hole. Luckily we all missed it.<br />
Second time up the approach to Berrow, I was in the wrong<br />
position. I knew I was in the wrong place, but I wasn’t strong<br />
enough to move up. Consequently I got dropped. I was on my<br />
own. What if the protesters suddenly appeared and mugged<br />
me?<br />
The C plus group set off ten minutes behind so I decided to<br />
ride at a reasonable pace and await “the catch.” I think I did<br />
about a lap and a bit before I was caught. All I had to do then<br />
was sit at the back of the group, which wasn’t so bad.<br />
The subsequent climbs up Berrow Green weren’t too bad, in<br />
other words I got up it OK with the group. I then realised, or<br />
so I thought, that my problem was that I was getting too old<br />
to ride with the A’s and B’s. I was giving eight years away to<br />
some of the younger guys. Yes, that was it, definitely getting<br />
too old.<br />
An old mate of mine, Tony May, got third on the stage in the<br />
C plus group. He was originally from the Midlands, less than<br />
twenty miles from the Abberleys, but has spent most of his<br />
adult life as a displaced person in the wonderful county of<br />
Yorkshire. It was his first race for eleven years and the placing<br />
was a demonstration of his pure class, at least that’s what he<br />
told me recently! He’s one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met<br />
and I always enjoy riding with him.<br />
A chat with Gaz Hill in the changing rooms afterwards didn’t<br />
exactly confirm my feelings about getting too old for the A’s<br />
and B’s.<br />
“I tell you what, it was absolutely brutal last year going up<br />
Berrow Green. I was really chewing the stem. It was absolute<br />
murder, every single lap.”<br />
If a guy like Gaz Hill says it was tough, then it must have been<br />
dire. Maybe it wouldn’t be so easy with the C’s and D’s for me<br />
in future after all.<br />
Anyway, I finished at the back of the group and hung around<br />
for a short while afterwards.<br />
“The best I’ve gone for a long time. I had great legs, then<br />
look at what happened.”<br />
One of the Ferryhill Wheelers guys was complaining bitterly<br />
at his bad luck. I think he’d been away with another guy and<br />
had whacked into the aforementioned pot hole, puncturing<br />
his back tyre.<br />
He had no way of getting back to HQ on a flat tyre so, after<br />
finding out that he was using Campag ten speed, I lent him my<br />
back wheel.<br />
I had a lift back in the car as my wife had brought it to near<br />
the finish. No stage 3b for me this time!<br />
This was my third time riding the Abberley’s and I’m sure,<br />
like many others, I had seen the signposts for Witley Court but<br />
not known what it was. Time to investigate, post stage.<br />
Witley Court was one of the finest English Country Houses,<br />
most notably added to by the Dudley family who, it seemed,<br />
owned massive interests in Midlands manufacturing, coal<br />
mining etc. The site is absolutely huge. It changed hands in<br />
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