I was pretty unfit most of the times I rode the Manchester 100, but there was one year when I was in really good shape. I'd got my weight down to well under 12 stone. I had ridden hard through the previous winter and right through to September. As usual I was with my fit mate. Only this time, something was mysteriously wrong ...
We got in with a bunch of fit lads and were whizzing along happily at 25 mph. I felt really good. I was talking to my mate but then realised that he'd lost my wheel and was grovelling 100 metres or so back.
I slowed down for him and then paced him back up to the group at 30 mph. We just made contact and then hit one of those little climbs. I romped up it without changing speed, the way I'd jealously watched other riders doing in previous years.
I looked round and my mate was grovelling again. That wasn't like him. He's a 10 stone climber and those weren't even 'real' hills!
The process repeated itself over and over again - chase the group, get dropped on the uphills, chase the group. For me, it was like interval training - 10 mph then 30 mph; 10 mph then 30mph ...
My friend was in a bad way so we eventually gave up trying to ride with the fast lads. In previous years, my friend had got round in 4 hours 45 minutes to my 6 hours 15. No chance of a time like that now.
We limped round to the feed station at the 'halfway' point.
NB - IT ISN'T HALFWAY ROUND! Did you get that -
IT ISN'T HALFWAY ROUND! Don't say you weren't warned - it comes after 55 miles so pace yourselves accordingly!
My pal wasn't a happy chappy. He was complaining about his weak legs. He just couldn't understand why he was suffering so badly. I glanced down at his bike and saw the reason why - his rear brake had been knocked over to one side and was jammed against his rear wheel. The block on that side was half worn away.
He'd just ridden 55 miles with his brake on! (It must have happened when we put the bikes in the back of his car.)
We sorted the brake out but the damage was done. He sat behind me for the 45 miles back to the finish and I had to keep slowing down so he could stay with me. We still got round in about 6 hours so I reckon that we could have done it sub-5 without the rubbing brake problem.
I let my fitness slip away and put weight back on. The following year, I struggled and got round in 6 hours 15 minutes again. Ho hum ...