It was Sunday, early afternoon. Conditions were near perfect, bright sunshine, no wind, just a slight chill in the air. I'd ridden most days in the week and saw no reason to layer up any more than I already had. Hebden Bridge was my target destination, one of my favourite routes from last year.
It took me a while to break free of the city, traffic lights and the 'burbs. I was well into the ride when after a left turn I was presented with a fabulous descent and a hint of what was to come in the distance:
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I'd decided to ditch the Cateye speedo in favour of another light. As I was following the Garmin breadcrumb trail I mostly had no idea of pace or distance which was strangely liberating. I did click through the Garmin screens a few times and I was going well at around 16.5mph.
Then the daylight started to go and I was progressively climbing. When I stopped for a sandwich at 5pm I was already cold, it was pitch black and I was in the middle of nowhere:
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My bike is leaning against a fence this side of the signpost, the reflective strip can just be seen on the tailpack as can the STI lever against the signpost. The red "light" is actually the camera flash off a roadside post further up the road. Anyway I took the next left and knew a truly superb descent awaited me. The only trouble was that it had become so cold that I had to ride with one hand alternatively behind my back to maintain the circulation. To keep the wind-chill to a minimum I kept my speed as low as possible. For the first time ever I was hoping for an uphill section to slow me down and generate a little heat. With a week to go for a qualifying ride I would have bailed at any opportunity in the next 15 miles. I still had over 60 miles to go.
After a few complete stops to regain some circulation and feeling and when most of the descending was over I realised it was a degree or so warmer and that was enough to make the ride home bearable. I saw one gritter on the road and judging by the amount of crackling and popping as I rode along more were in evidence.
I guess this is what makes the Challenge a challenge.
One to go