I suggest you contact Salvatore for one. I think he has done all/most of them and will be able to give you some material.
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I suggest you contact Salvatore for one. I think he has done all/most of them and will be able to give you some material.
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Hahaha!:-[
My message was actually to Andy Corless, but go for it if you want to.
As it's for the news section of the website, you may need break it down into 750 word chunks that I can publish as discrete articles.
Hahaha!:-[
My message was actually to Andy Corless, but go for it if you want to.
As it's for the news section of the website, you may need break it down into 750 word chunks that I can publish as discrete articles.
You'd quoted my post, so I ran with it! Interesting little side project that I am happy to put together.
I have the first 4 brevet cards (1989 to 2001) and a paper copy of the 1997 route sheet if those are of any use. As to the story of my 2001 DNF well that too. Unfortunately elsewhere I have a shocking memory and cannot remember much except my adoption of the 'Deerstalker' epithet, my cheese and tomato sandwich in Edinburgh and the long fourth night spent entirely in planning my potential courses of action should I happen upon anyone with food. The first event with only 29 riders was brilliant as it was so good.
I also have copies of Arrivee up until autumn 2001 and a Cycling Weekly article of the 1989 edition. I'll have a look through them and see what stories there may be.
Oh and I got two grey shirts too - horrible colour but nice maps.
I have some prints from Thorne in 1997 in a drawer under my bed.
I can unearth these on request.
I can probably unearth a grey LEL T-shaped shirt.
Have photos of Oranj's return in 2005.
I have some prints from Thorne in 1997 in a drawer under my bed.
I can unearth these on request.
I can probably unearth a grey LEL T-shaped shirt.
Have photos of Oranj's return in 2005.
As above - if you have access to a scanner, it would be great to see what you have.
I can create a Dropbox for the purposes of the archive not a problem.
I have some prints from Thorne in 1997 in a drawer under my bed.
I can unearth these on request.
I can probably unearth a grey LEL T-shaped shirt.
Have photos of Oranj's return in 2005.
As above - if you have access to a scanner, it would be great to see what you have.
I can create a Dropbox for the purposes of the archive not a problem.
Access to a scanner is a PITA but possible. (Scanner only works with partner's ancient Mac, which is not usually in use etc.)
By 2005 I was getting a CD with all my prints; I didn't get a digital camera until 2007.
No doubt you already know about the A68 club.
The Inaugurals - never heard of that, We were all proud to be part of the A68 Club and have the faded sew on badge to prove it. The A68 was a shocking road, it went up and down forever. This was the reason why the new longer route goes via the west of Scotland, longer but much easier.
Marcus, I have scanned and photographed the stuff that I posted of earlier. What's the best way for me to get it to you.
Sleepriding between Edinburgh and London
"Do you think it's ever going down again?" John shouts from behind me. Although he is quite used to a howling wind, the combination of headwind, Scottish mountains and barren highlands is causing some problems, even for him. For two days we had been blown forward by a fierce south-western wind, making the first day of London-Edinburgh-London into a sleighride. But now, after the turnaround in Edinburgh, we had to inch our way back to London against the wind.
All started very easy two days earlier in Harlow. This little town just north of London was the southern start of the 4th edition of LEL. Most foreign entrants had chosen Harlow as their point of departure. So the start was not the typical AUK-style of starting to pedal and taking it easy. No, it looked more like a road-race. A mad pack thrusted itself forwards, aided by a strong tailwind. Italian was the language to use here, and the pack was an organised chaos, but moving swiftly. For two brief moments the pace was slackened, once we missed a sidestreet to turn into, but one of the few British around helped out, the other time was more spectacular. Hubertus Hohl managed to get his brake-lever caught up in the rearrack of Andrei Hanalainen. His bike was pulled from underneath him and he ended on the floor. But this did not stop him in realising a very fast time, together with Richard Leon. Anyway, we arrived in Longstowe just a few minutes after the control opened.
In Longstowe I took a leisurely break. At least half of the fast pack just got their card stamped and their pockets stuffed, but not for me. After a while I set out again. Since the tour was allready in full action, I started listening to Dutch Worldservice. In between the static I could inform the other riders around me about the happenings in the Pyrenees. No problems for that stage, and the reception in Thurlby youthhostel was as good as ever.
Halfway towards Lincoln I was finally overtaken by a nice group. Pedals and Dr. Box were leading it, and the pace was typically audax, easy going, but steady. In Lincoln the control was a bit chaotic, hardly any facilities. I still wanted to eat something, but had to be content with sandwiches from the nearby service station. With the group I set out again, but a call of nature eased me into riding solo to Thorne again. Anyway, the group was sprinting to Thorne, in order to catch some sleep there. I preferred to take it a little easier and continue during the night.
In Thorne it was an organised chaos. Bodies strewn everywhere, and lot's of bikes for overnighting. Group after group arrived, but hardly a soul left the control. After more than an hour of eating an lounging I set out with a novice rider for the long stretch towards Hovingham. This novice proved to be a very weak nightrider. I had to drag him along for quite a while untill he disappeared from behind me. It was light allready when I approached the feared hills around Howard Castle, signalling the end of the flatlands. I knew that they would hurt. But I managed to get over them and reach the nice control in Hovingham. While I was still eating and restocking from my bag, some large groups arrived. They had set out of Thorne just before dawn. Most of the Italians were in this group.
A while before they got out again I was on the road allready. But soon they overtook me when I was helping a rider with a broken spoke. In Barton Truckstop I saw them again, but they dashed off when I was interpreting for the Lepertels. Finally I realised that it was impossible to do some interpreting, assist before the start, take pictures AND make a decent time. I forgot about that and went completely to the tourist mode.
From last time I remembered that after Barton Truckstop the stage would be short but tough. Yad Moss can be compared with a medium-level mountain pass, to speak in Tour de France language, a cat. 2 climb. So at the foot of the pass, in Barnard Castle, I bought some refreshements. While entering the shop, I put my radio&earphones on the handlebars. Of course I forgot them when I started again, resulting in a defected earphone. So no info on the tour anymore. The pass itself was beautifull again. I thoroughly enjoyed it. An Italian couple was not enjoying it at all. I had seen them in Thorne, where they were allready completely worn out. The fast pace of the first two stages was taking it's toll for them. I passed them at the foot of the pass. Halfway the pass, at the Langdon Beck YH control they allready lost half an hour on me. Finally they decided to pack in Langdon Beck. The control itself was great. Heather Swift was leading it. With her I had a 24hour long duel during the Mersey Side 24hours last year. She started 1 minute ahead of me, we saw eachother lot's of times during that race. Now she was leading the control, in a very good way.
Continueing up the pass after the control, I encountered many sheep. They were running around everywhere, often crossing the road just in front of my frontwheel. The descent of Yad Moss was finshed off with a decent cobble-hill. Some British riders had problems negotiating it, but with plenty of Flemish cobbles on my usual terrain, I just crashed down on it, overtaking two startled cardrivers. That cobble hill really woke me up, towards Carlisle I continuously overtook other riders and small groups.
In Carlisle most of the other riders decided to sleep. I judged it way too early and decided to push on to Eskaldemuir. The road to Eskaldemuir was nearly completely upwards. Still on the A7 I decided to take a short kip on the verge. Within a few minutes a car stopped, and the driver started enquiring about my well-being. Wide awake again, I resumed riding. Within a few kilomters I had to turn left, and the Scottish darkness fully enveloped me. I didn't see anything more than the small bundle my light threw on the road. Up it went, and continuously. Only for some brief moments the road turned down again. The villages, when remarkable, looked completely deserted. Only in Eskaldemuir I started to sense some signs of civilization. But the control was located behind the village, descending for a change. After a while I finally spotted a small sign towards the Tibetan centre.
Inside it looked like total carnage. Bodies everywhere, bikes leaned to every possible and impossible object. In a far corner a few controllers and monks were huddling together around a small jet-engine like heater. It all gave a really special atmosphere, completely detached from the outside world. Some riders, though, were spending times on earthly matters, wolfing down enormous amounts of food. I joined them for my first serving of temple-food. No matrasses were vacant, so I extracted two spaceblankets from my rackpack, and selected a nice spot. After some two hours I was informed in a very nice way by Barbara from Milan that a bed&blanket was free, she gently draped the blanket around me. But first things first, some food in between two periods of sleep. A while sleeping later I woke up again, to see a whole new group of riders in the temple. Most riders who were sleeping when I arrived allready had set out, and the first units of riders from Carlisle allready arrived. I ate again, calculated my schedule, and decided that I had time for another two hours of sleep.
After sleeping more than 6 hours I finally left the temple, fully refreshed for the turnaround ride to Edinburgh. Many Thorne-startes had been coming the other way while riding around Carlisle, now it was time to greet Harlow-starters allready riding back. I continuously met other riders while heading north. The Italians were still riding strongly, although their bunch had lost some units. In Innerleithen I restocked on coke at the local newsagent's. It's one of the few villages of any size between Carlisle and Edinburgh, so quite crucial for your supplies. The last bit towards Edinburgh was rather uneventfull, although it was a nice sight to see the sea and Edinburgh from the top of the Moorfoot hills.
The Edinburgh control again was one of the better ones. Plenty of food, and good seats to rest. I spent way too much time there, but never mind, it's not a race. The Pedals/Dr. Box gang allready had left, staying not that long at the control.
Leaving Edinburgh was still possible, but the hard ride started when I was at the foot of the Moorfoot hills. Th Northern ascent is early completely oriented western, so right into the blowing gale. All the ride to Eskaldemuir would be like that, constantly battling the headwind. Even during the descents I had to keep on pushing, topping 40km/h in the descent was hard work. Still riders were heading out to Edinburgh. For them it would be a hard ride back, being nearly out of time, and heading into the wind. I spotted among others Mark Beauchamp and the Slann's tandem. After a while John, the other Dutch starter in Harlow, caught up with me. Together we battled on, untill we lost eachother due to waterstops. I rode on together with Steffen from Germany.
It was a small group which assembled in the temple at dusk. Together we set out. The wind was dying, so it was a bit easier. Also I remembered from the previous night that from Eskaldemuir to Carlisle it would be mainly downhill. That proved to be the problem for the majority of our group. Only those with excellent headlights (at least more than one) could keep up the speed on the downhills. So it lasted a while in Carlisle untill everybody was there again. Most riders went for some sleep, only the Farnhams and myself set out into the night. We knew that the Jack Eason/Mike Ellison group was also riding through the night, all others were asleep. I planned to sleep somewhere at a convenient place. The first place I tried was too windy, so I rode on for a few villages untill I found a nearly full enclosed busshelter. I locked my bike, took my spaceblanket, and spread out on the bench. It was a reall comfy busshelter.
I woke up when the Farnhams passed. A few kilometers later I caught up with them when they stopped for a call of nature. Dawn had come, and together we plodded on to Alston. In Alston they opted for a small kip, while I started negotating the cobbles. Halfway up the hill, a local newsagent openend shop, so I stopped to buy some snacks and enquire about a new battery. My helmetlight was nearly completely dead allready. To my surprise they had a 4.5V battery, but well hidden on the shelf. Yad Moss from the northside is not that tough, but still quite some work, especially since the wind was picking up again. Near the top I was overtaken by the Farnhams. Together we descended to the control. The descent was quite tricky with all the sheep running around. We arrived at Langdon Beck just when the Eason/Ellison gang was setting out.
Food was excellent again, but even a touring-schedule doesn't allow for long lingering.
While riding to Barton, memories came back from '97. Then I left Langdon Beck in a state of complete sleep-deprivation, having slept nothing since the start. The film of that part was partly wiped out. Now the recollections came back, and I started to mend the film. In Barnard Castle I went to Boots to buy some supplies (antiseptic wipes & second skin). My hands were getting a bit bruised due to the constant poundering of the bad roads. The saleslady at Boots was allready completely informed about LEL. Previous riders had allready nearly completely eptied the their supplies of certain products.
Barton Truckstop was getting more and more busy, as quite some fast bunches had overtaken me. These people were riding faster as I was, but slept a good deal more. It's all a question of what fits you best. I prefer to plod on and hardly sleep. I met two US-riders in Barton They were riding a softride and a Titanflex. It was a pleasant ride to Hovingham, staying together with them. for most of the stage.
In Hovingham it was time again to resupply. There was a bagdrop here, and I sent lot's of stuff forwards. The shorts I rinsed on the way up were allready dry and the food was still present. Before darkness set, I headed out again. Only the Castle Howard hills to negotiate, and then all flat to Harlow. I was feeling good, and kept going towards Thorne. Shortly before Thorne, a supermarket was still open. I headed in to resupply for the night. While leaving the shop, the Pedals/Dr. Box gang passed me again. I had seen their bikes in Carlisle, where they obviously had been sleeping. Directly after the supermarket I got lost while leaving the small town, but soon I found the road back. In Thorne lot's of allready finished riders were sitting and chatting. A really good atmosphere. Here I finally met Wim, the third Dutch rider present. I had been looking for him before the start, but nobody in the Netherlands knew him. It turned out that is Dutch, but lives in Britain.
Again, only a small group was preparing to head out, most people started snorring after a while. Only the usual suspects not, Jack Eason & company. I set out from Thorne whe the Eason gang was preparing to go out. They would catch me sooner or later. The area around Thorne was flat and hard to navigate, everything looks the same in the dark there, no clues on altitude. After a while I spotted some lights behind me. That could only be Jack & company, so I stopped and waited, taking a 5min kip on the handlebars to make maximum use of the time. It indeed was the group around Jack and Mike. To my surprise also an Italian was riding together with them. Just like me, they were considering taking a busshelter somewhere halfway. Since it's hard sleeping with six people in one busshelter, I opted for an earlier one as they. At daybreak another short kip, and the ride went on to Lincoln. For a long time a nuclear power station was dominating the view, but finally I could get rid of that nuisance.
The Lincoln control was quite calm when I arrived. A tired Dave Yates was the only rider visible. Again hardly any services, so again I got my food from the service station. I wanted to take a short kip, so I spread out my spaceblanket. But that kip wasn't quite short, in the end I slept two hours on the grass! Away my plans to ride with groups overtaking me for a while, nearly everybody had passed me allready. So back to plodding mode. I constantly met other riders coming from Harlow and riding towards Thorne. Now I could see most of them in daylight, not in the dark as around Carlisle. Just before Thurlby I had to deviate from the route. The new route from Thorne to Harlow was very scenic, in fact too scenic. Hardly any services, and I was running low on cash. The nearest bank was off-route, so I had to do that.
In Thurlby lot's of riders were assembled, and a nice atmosphere reigned. I sampled lot's of their food selection. After a while Vicky and Dom arrived. Vicky was looking quite tired. Probably her new position as a PBP-ancienne was wearing her out a bit, now she has to lead the bunchlets as experienced rider. It was good to see so many faces I knew from PBP. After about two hours of eating and talking in Thurlby I finally set out again. John was allready on the road, but he would wait for me in Longstowe, afraid to get lost again in the dark. Towards Longstowe the route went through many tiny villages. In one of them the inhabitants had made some nice signs to urge the cardrivers to drive slow. Huge policeman were located at various places, and a big sign at the entrance of the village with 'Sleeping Policemen'. No humps this time. Around that time the wind decreased a bit, a welcome change.
In Longstowe several riders were allready preparing for the last 60k. John had indeed waited. I stayed a bit shorter as usual, and together we set out into the dusk. The first bit was easy navigating. About halfway we wanted to have a drink in a pub, but they were not serving anymore, too late. That's a bit hard to understand for continentals, especially in Belgium the pubs stay open as long as there are customers. The lanes north of Harlow were quite tricky. We had to ride very slow, otherwise we would get lost. The battery of my Petzl had died down, and the new one bought in Alston proved to be empty upon sale. So route-sheet reading was quite hard. In the end I simply navigated along the lights of London, showing against the clouds. But also an end to that came, and the final kilometers to the finish were easy again. Inside the finish lot's of people were sleeping, but food was still available. And my sleeping-bag for the first 8-hour night in a long time.
I'm just a spectator with no help to offer, but may I just offer some encouragement? I'm sure I'm not alone in looking forward to reading whatever you eventually come up with. Thanks to you and all the contributors for doing this.
I rode the 1st, 3rd, 5th and 7th editions. Might ride the 8th to break the pattern.
My report on how the 1989 1st edition went for me is on yacf under Ride Reports. https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=67308.0
I have most copies of Arrivee, if that's any help.
I have a report from the 2001 edition in English:
/snipped/
There should be one from 1997 somewhere in my files
A question for the riders around at that time:
2005 was the first time it was called actually London Edinburgh London (having previously been known as Edinburgh London)?
A question for the riders around at that time:
In 2001 an 800km option was offered - was this the only year this happened? And presumably, within the general ethos of Audax, this was something you knowingly entered (i.e. it wasn't a fallback)?
2005 was the first time it was called actually London Edinburgh London (having previously been known as Edinburgh London)?
A question for the riders around at that time:
2005 was the first time it was called actually London Edinburgh London (having previously been known as Edinburgh London)?
It was always called London Edinburgh London, even if that didn't accurately describe the route at the time. Bernard's original idea was to start in central London.
I think that 2001 was the first year a 800km option was offered at point of entry. I wasn't too impressed at the time when the organised said he'd validate my 800 when DNFing the 1400, but was probably too tired to argue the point.
Before the first LEL, there is little mention in Arrivee . It first appears as a calendar entry in issue 24 (Jan 1989). Listed as 1400k we are invited to 'Join the inaugural ride!' In issue 25 (April 1989) there is a calendar date change, it now lists as 1200k and there are apologies for the delay in route sheet. In issue 26 (June 1989) there is a plea for helpers at all controls.
We were easily pleased in those days.
You need this photo.
(http://www.aukweb.net/pix/c7xh14an_tue_aug__2_20_16_10_2005.jpg)
http://www.aukweb.net/resources/gallery/photo/1029/
A question for the riders around at that time:
In 2001 an 800km option was offered - was this the only year this happened? And presumably, within the general ethos of Audax, this was something you knowingly entered (i.e. it wasn't a fallback)?
Before the first LEL, there is little mention in Arrivee . It first appears as a calendar entry in issue 24 (Jan 1989). Listed as 1400k we are invited to 'Join the inaugural ride!' In issue 25 (April 1989) there is a calendar date change, it now lists as 1200k and there are apologies for the delay in route sheet. In issue 26 (June 1989) there is a plea for helpers at all controls.
We were easily pleased in those days.
I recall something in Arrivée by Bernard, probably in 1987 or 1988, in which he gives his thoughts about setting up some a British equivalent of PBP. All I can remember is that the obvious classic British route would be Land's End - John O'Groats, which would be the right sort of distance, but with all sorts of practical difficulties. Goodness knows why I remember reading it - my stated ambition at the time was to complete a 400 (but we all know how it works).
I'd be interested in seeing the article, if there is anyone with s going that far back.
Before the first LEL, there is little mention in Arrivee . It first appears as a calendar entry in issue 24 (Jan 1989). Listed as 1400k we are invited to 'Join the inaugural ride!' In issue 25 (April 1989) there is a calendar date change, it now lists as 1200k and there are apologies for the delay in route sheet. In issue 26 (June 1989) there is a plea for helpers at all controls.
We were easily pleased in those days.
I recall something in Arrivée by Bernard, probably in 1987 or 1988, in which he gives his thoughts about setting up some a British equivalent of PBP. All I can remember is that the obvious classic British route would be Land's End - John O'Groats, which would be the right sort of distance, but with all sorts of practical difficulties. Goodness knows why I remember reading it - my stated ambition at the time was to complete a 400 (but we all know how it works).
I'd be interested in seeing the article, if there is anyone with Arrivées going that far back.
Whatever the official names, it is common for peeps to refer to:
"London Edinburgh"
Was that me? Or another idiot?
Mainly a question for salvatore and bus shelter bertie.
This picture is said by salvatore to be at the start of the 1993 LEL and by BSB to be 2001:
(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5020/5456780708_ec4a9490f8_b.jpg)
Can either of you deny/confirm your date is wrong/right!?!
BSB says "I have checked my reasoning for remembering it to be 2001, and find that I am in error. Apart from that my memory is shocking and Salvatore's is good. On that basis, we can agree on 1993."
Looking at some of the youthful faces there I'd place the picture some considerable time before 2001!
I don't think Giraffe (Peter Coulson) did LEL in 2001.
I don't think Giraffe (Peter Coulson) did LEL in 2001.
You are right, my records show he rode only the 1st 3 (1989, 1993,1997). Keith Benton rode 1989, 1997 and Roy Goodbier, only the 1st one, so I reckon that would put the picture in 1989.
Ah, I've just seen the flaw in my logic - I'm only looking at validations, and so any DNSs or DNFs would spoil my deductions.
Could you include something on the ladies?
Could you include something on the ladies?
An interesting stat about LEL 2013:
6% of starters were ladies,
7% of finishers were ladies.
Something weird must have happened in between.
Could you include something on the ladies? We have been a small and exclusive bunch until recently. Not many repeat offenders plus first laid back LEL on last edition by Vicki Tyer.
The number crunchers on the AUK website do seem to be keeping a beady eye on us though.
Could you include something on the ladies? We have been a small and exclusive bunch until recently. Not many repeat offenders plus fist laid back LEL on last edition by Vicki Tyer.
Vicki rode solo bent. Not the same as the push me pull me tandem that Linda rode. Therefore Vicki still in the first category as it takes some courage and ability to ride solo bent as a lady around grand brevets.
I was looking at the AUK results lists of 2001 and 2005. In 2001 there are no non-members listed, and in 2005 the non-members don't get named. Is there a named list of finishers on a link somewhere?
Interesting, as it gives the times. The 2001 is ranked with the London start, and then the Thorne, so you can compare. The Thorne looks to be slower, I think there was a tailwind to Edinburgh that year, which would help explain it.
http://www.randonneursmondiaux.org/15-2001.html
Was the fastest time in 2005?
2302 WALLER Howard 62h39 United Kingdom
Interesting, as it gives the times. The 2001 is ranked with the London start, and then the Thorne, so you can compare. The Thorne looks to be slower, I think there was a tailwind to Edinburgh that year, which would help explain it.
http://www.randonneursmondiaux.org/15-2001.html
Was the fastest time in 2005?
2302 WALLER Howard 62h39 United Kingdom
Salvatore has all the names here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/johnspooner/5456780708/
I was looking at the AUK results lists of 2001 and 2005. In 2001 there are no non-members listed, and in 2005 the non-members don't get named. Is there a named list of finishers on a link somewhere?
How does one add attachments to this formum? I clicked on the icon saying "Insert image" but couldn't navigate to the pic. Couldn't use drag and drop either.
I've got some pics from 1971 which might be interesting to some.
I was looking at the AUK results lists of 2001 and 2005. In 2001 there are no non-members listed, and in 2005 the non-members don't get named. Is there a named list of finishers on a link somewhere?
All the finish lists are available on the AUK website, using this link:
http://www.aukweb.net/results/lel/ (http://www.aukweb.net/results/lel/)
(you can also navigate to here via the sidebar)
I have some prints from Thorne in 1997 in a drawer under my bed.
I can unearth these on request.
I can probably unearth a grey LEL T-shaped shirt.
Have photos of Oranj's return in 2005.