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Cracking helmets not skulls.

stompy » 17 June 2009 » In Cycling » No Comments

I don’t always wear a helmet when cycling, but on Monday I was glad I did; because I found myself waking up on the street with ambulance staff leaning over me. I didn’t know where I was, what day it was, or even what I was doing in my cycling shorts.

My bicycle helmet was broken by whatever it hit, as it was designed to do, but I was still knocked out for as long as it took an ambulance to get to me.

It turns out that although I still can’t remember what happened, I only cracked a rib and have some very minor scrapes and bruises. I did get to spend the night at King’s College Hospital because of the whack to my head, but apparently my CT scan was clear.

I dread to think what would have happened if I wasn’t wearing a lid. I only wore one because I witnessed a bike accident on Saturday in which a helmet would have prevented some head gashes.

I looked over my bike yesterday; and there is no damage to the front apart from scuffed handlebar tape. My back wheel, however, has a big wobble in it. This leads me to believe that I was struck from behind and thrown off.

Off my bike for at least three weeks now. Which means I’m missing the Dunwich Dynamo on July 4th. Still, the advice I’m getting is to heal properly before riding again, and I’m sure there are still many rides left to do.

My first bike related hospitalisation, and I can’t help feeling that I got off lightly.

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Dunwich Dynamo 2008 – After

stompy » 23 July 2008 » In Cycling » 9 Comments

Bike on Beach 01

A much better ride than last year. It was dry, the weather was great, and I did it faster and felt better at the end of it. I’ve never ridden harder in my life and I was pleasantly surprised how far I was able to keep up the pace.

I was riding this as a sort of group ride with the LondonFGSS guys. Usually, our group rides have a “no man left behind” policy, and there are lots of stops to regroup and wait for slower riders to catch up. This was a little less formal than that.



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We met at London Fields at around 1930 and left at 20:30. The later start meant that we weren’t riding with a big group of cyclists so we stayed in group until our first stop 12 miles in at a petrol station. Fortified myself with a Red Bull and a Mars bar. I also took the opportunity to readjust my saddle. Foolishly, I had changed the angle for the ride, and soon found the need to return it to the way it was before.

Maybe it was the sugar and caffeine, but I really picked up the speed after this point. I did a lot more drafting than usual, and it helped that I was riding with people I know as it was easier to get close to their back wheels, confident that they wouldn’t weave over the road, or change the speed much. It was a joy rolling along the smooth roads that were so much better in the dry. Just turning my cranks for mile after mile without stopping for lights or weaving around traffic. I felt discomfort in my thighs but I just kept going rather than wimping out early as I usually do. I got some good speed on the downhills that kept my momentum going for the uphills. Although the ride is flat there are some rolling sections that can catch you out. Last year I walked up some of the climbs, but I managed to ride up all of them this time.

Got to the feed stop at a quarter past two. There was a long line for food, but I was ready for this. I had a dehydrated ration pack and the line for hot water was a lot shorter. This gave me a hefty hot meal (beef and potato hot-pot). A cup of coffee and a handful of jelly babies and lots of water. We left the food stop at 0330. A little later than I wanted, but this is not supposed to be a race.

We rode in the pre-dawn light as a group for a bit and then I found that I couldn’t keep the speed up and dropped off the group. Caught up a couple of times, but I wasn’t able to stay with them. I really should have stopped and eaten the mars bar that I was carrying, but I was too tired to remember that I had it.

Saw some wildlife. Of course, there were a few bats, but also a hedgehog crossing the road and a hare bouncing around in one of the verges.

Some people waiting on a corner gave my encouragement “It’s only 7 miles now!” they said. I was in a weird fugue state – just turning my cranks and watching the road. I didn’t know what the time was and I think I was going quite slowly. Hippy flew by me with around 6 miles to go, and I woke myself up by standing on my pedals and getting my speed up to try and follow him. I didn’t keep up, but at least it got me going again. Those last few miles seemed to last forever. So close, but not there yet, and the legs burning and you pick up the speed to just get it over with. And then, almost like an anticlimax, there is a junction, a short road, and the beach is there right in front of you. I checked my mobile and was amazed to see it was 7.11 am. I thought it was more like 8. I don’t know where I made up the time because it felt like I was just grinding for the last few hours.

A big breakfast and then I thought I would have a sit on the beach. The pebbles were just warming up in the morning sun, and it was surprisingly comfortable to lie down on. I must have fallen asleep because it was an hour and a half later that I found the rest of the group a bit further down the beach.

Chilling 02

A little cider, a little mindless chat and then it was on the coach and another nap till we got to London. We were one of the last coaches back and there was a moment of fear searching for your bike amongst the hundred or so others stacked around Smithfields.

And that was it. I was home 22.5 hours after I left. Tired and groggy I don’t even remember what I had to eat that night.

Will I do it again – absolutely.



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Dunwich Dynamo 2008 – Before.

stompy » 18 July 2008 » In Cycling » 4 Comments

Photo © 2007 andy black used with permission.

The 2008 Dunwich Dynamo rolls out this Saturday night. A 120 mile overnight bike ride from London to Dunwich on the East coast. By tradition this is run on the weekend closest to the July full moon, and this will be the 16th run. It is an unsupported ride. There is no need to book, there’s nothing to pay. You just turn up at the start and ride out with everyone else. There’s no broom wagon at the back so if anything goes wrong, well, you’re on your own. Southwark Cyclists organises coaches back to London, with the bikes following on in a fleet of removal vans. At around half way, some kind people get a village hall and serve hot food. Of course, as they don’t know how many riders will be, there may not be anything left for the slower riders.

Last year’s ride was my first time I rode it; on a fixed wheel with a 48/17 gear ratio. It rained hard until dawn. But by the time I reached the beach at the end the sun was out and it was a glorious morning. All kinds of bikes and riders were out. Roadies on carbon speed machines, recumbents, commuters on hybrids or mountain bikes. Quite a few fixed wheels and single speeds as well. Old and young riders.

Strangely, trolling the web for memories of the ride, I found this picture from a fellow rider who I don’t even know. He blogged his ride here. It’s about 24 miles in and the worst of the rain was yet to come.

What I remember about the ride most is the sense of achievement. I was cold, wet and miserable for a lot of the time. But with so many bikes on the route – 400 cyclists riding out of London on a Saturday evening in a long stream before getting stretched out is a wondrous sight – you can always join a group and lift your spirits. It took me about 12 hours, but that includes stops for food and breaks.

I’m riding fixed again this year. I’m a better cyclist than I was then, so I’m planning on riding the whole way instead of walking up some of the hills. In a way I think it will be harder this year. Last time I just concentrated on turning the pedals, this time I know how far I have to go. There is some chance of rain this weekend, but it can’t be worst than last time, but the forecast is for strong wind, which isn’t pleasant when you’re on your own on a bike.

So, I’m hoping for clear skies and moonlight. I’ll clean my bike tomorrow and ride off away from the sunset and into the highlight of my cycling year.

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