Well, that wasn't quite what I expected for my first 300km. Does DNF'ing mean I have to try again?
Adamski had briefed me before the start to take it slow and steady, so we were aiming for a nice and gentle 5.5 hours for each 100km, allowing us to finish comfortably within the time limits. We all set off after a brief pep talk from Tomsk and the group spread out quite quickly. We stopped for a minor roadside incident which pretty much established us as lanterne rouge (aside from a few late starters), but that was OK.
With a tail wind, we whizzed up to Cambridge and were there around 11pm, 45mins ahead of schedule. Another group joined us for most of the run in to the town centre; Tomsk had warned us about the invisible cyclists and revellers we were likely to encounter, which we did. Many seemed to think we were something to do with the TdF (which I will take as a compliment). One ninja cyclist pulled out onto a roundabout in front of us without looking and when we shouted at him, he stopped dead in his tracks. Some super skills by adamski avoided a head on collision
It seems that Cambridge did not have a single cash machine with a working printer, so we found ourselves with a group of others at the garage asking the manager to all sign our brevet cards - which he cheerfully did. I think he found the novelty of it quite amusing. Our lack of faffage meant we left the garage ahead of the rest of the group.
I wasn't looking forward to the Ramsay Road, which I had renamed the road of despair and misery; it's so long and straight it is fairly soul destroying. However, at night, when you can't quite see this, it isn't nearly so bad. We got to the garage at Whittlesey, 100km in at 01:30, a full hour ahead of schedule (yay!), where the nice man kindly opened it up so we could raid it for milk based drinks and pasties (I know what it takes to be a good audaxer
).
It started raining briefly but then it passed, so off we set. It started to rain again so we nipped into a convenient audax hotel at the side of the road and waited to see if it would pass. It didn't, so we reluctantly donned our rain jackets and set off. It rained pretty much for the next 4 hours. We were slogging into a headwind and it was disappointing to see our average speed tick downwards. I had some fairly low moments, vowing to myself to never do anything quite so stupid again. Although we were following a gpx track I was convinced we were fruitlessly going round in circles as I kept seeing sign posts to the same places we had seen only 30 mins previously. Everytime I looked at my odometer, we seemed to have only progressed by a few kms. Suffice to say, I wasn't having much fun.
It was about 03:30 and adamski told me he was having a serious case of the dozies and needed to stop when we next happened upon somewhere suitable. Thing is, for the last 20 or so km there had been NOTHING. To try and keep him awake I started singing songs - we ended up with "we went to the animal fair" on repeat until we spotted a bench in Catworth where we stopped for a 15 mins kip break. I didn't sleep but when we set off again, it was getting light and adamski said he felt a lot better. 10km or so later he fell asleep on the bike so we stopped again in Riseley for more sleep. Again, he then felt OK so off we set. On the approach to Lavendon I heard a squeak and saw adamski cycling into a ditch at the side of road. He'd fallen asleep on the bike for a third time. I took the executive decision that this was no longer a good idea. It wasn't a hard one to make, especially as it had been raining fairly solidly for 4 hours.
We sat in another audax hotel, adamski immediately asleep whilst I figured out how to get home. We had hired a car for the weekend rather than taking trains to avoid adding too much cycling in this attempt at my longest distance yet. Our only set of house keys were in the car so we had to get back to Great Dunmow in order to get home. Curses. The best option (aided by flaky 3G) seemed to be to cycle to Bedford, take a train into London and then back out again, which would take around 3 hours and cost around £80. Still, a plan is better than no plan and off we set.
We got to Bedford without issue (thankfully at that time in the morning the A428 wasn't too busy). As it happened, there was a guy with a big cab at the station so we tentatively asked how much to Great Dunmow. £80 with the bikes. Yay. And so we arrived back at Great Dunmow, just after 9am, the first back (so did we win?).
So, not quite according to plan, but these things happen. I still got to experience a decent amount of audax - bus shelters, garage forecourts, pasties etc etc. I was feeling pretty strong still, so I reckon I could have completed the distance. There's only one way to find out really though, isn't there.....TBC
With thanks to Tomsk, Jake and Ian for the brunch when we got back, and to Tomsk for the organisation.