This was my second ever audax, my first being LEL, and it was a nice day out in good company on a pleasant route, well organised and catered.
LEL had ruined my knees and had me off the bike for many weeks, and every attempt to get back on had failed with knee pain until in desperation I tried 125mm cranks and the knee pain vanished like a cake at a cycling event. I was soon back up to commuting full time on my botched 1x10 using the 34T chainring from my old compact double. A few weeks ago I'd done a 200 on it without coming to any harm, so I was now ready for something a bit longer.
Mrs Earthloop (LELers may know her as Lesley at Barnard Castle) was away on a course this weekend, so I planned to ride from home in Epsom Downs to Girton, do the audax and then ride home. That would give me 460km for the day, and good test of knee happiness. A week before, Nick's update email mentioned ECEing and I wondered what that was, looked it up and found that I needed to give 14 days notice. Oh well, next time.
I left home at 0250, the highlight of the ride in was encountering four lads dressed as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in Morden, none of the revellers in Balham or Clapham could compare with that. Riding north I was quick, this cycling lark is easy. Tailwind ? No, I'm just awesome
I got to Cambridge early enough to ride a little of the route before going to the start, racking up an extra 15km.
Registration and the off was very smooth, but just after overtaking most of the pack I unshipped the chain while changing up and had to wait while everyone passed me to get going again. This happens sometimes on my temporary botched testing setup, so I'm just living with it for now (and commuting single speed) until I decide if 125mm cranks are for me and get it set up properly with an MTB double or some such.
About 50km in I got a sudden sharp pain in the right buttock, and a few seconds later I realised that I'd been passed so close and so fast that I'd been fetched a stinging slap on the arse with a wing mirror. The car was almost out of sight before I realised what had happened, so I had no chance to get the plate and I'm not even sure which of a couple of cars it was
This was not a high point, it bloody hurt.
There was scenery and wind and stuff, and then Framlingham for a re-stock of the front shopping basket at the coop. Off again on the return leg, more scenery and wind, and then I was stung by a bee in the upper trouser area. This was not a high point either, but as upper trouser area stings go the target selection of inner thigh was relatively merciful. There were no bits of bee sting left in the wound and it stopped hurting just in time for me to enjoy my flapjack and coffee at Maglia Rosso.
The final leg was tiring mentally us much as physically, being blown around by gusts of wind is unsettling. My front shopping basket is great for treating an all day bike ride as a long distance eating competition, but not all that aero and far from fantastic in a gusting crosswind. The km ticked down, towards the end I was leapfrogging an Audax Cambridge guy who's name I didn't get who stopped to put on warmer clothes (due to lack of flab, I expect) and then passed me again. I rode the last few km about 100m behind him, and it was very helpful to have a native guide through the insane peds and casual cyclists of Cambridge. Thank you for that, whoever you are.
Girton, and it turns out I have correctly obtained a receipt at my first ever commercial control, audax done
I need to get home before I'm too sleepy and there are too many drunks on the road, so there's no time to enjoy any soup and I hit the road again. I calculate that I need to average 24km into the headwind to make it by 11pm, and for the first couple of hours I'm just about doing that. The worst of the gusts seem to be over, things are looking good. I'm a bit worried about the dual carriageway in Harlow and have a slower bailout option ready, but it turns out fine with the very light motor traffic keeping well away from me over in the fast lane.
But once I hit central London evening traffic (and it's still windy in central, I was hoping for much more shelter) I slow right down, eventually getting home at around 2330.
Every part of my legs hurt now, but the knees are amongst the least hurty bits, so that's good. Maybe these short cranks are going to work out after all