nickyboy
Norven Mankey
- Location
- You want hills? We got hills
Not my ride today, but I hope a day spent watching the TdF sorta qualifies.
We decided to go to Bradfield (about 20 miles away) rather than Holme Moss (10 miles away) because it was easier to get to and, hopefully, easier to get a decent view (more of this later).
Lunch was booked in The Plough in Lower Bradfield (Bradfield is split into two by an extremely steep hill, hence Lower and Upper). Pint of commemorative local Ale at 11.30am, giant Yorkshire pud with chips and gravy at 12.
Now the idea was to go to Upper Bradfield, watch the race on the big screen, then pop up the hill to bag a decent spot. I hadn't anticipated about 6.000 folk on a 1km stretch of hill. No way to get even a semi-decent spot on the way up. Folk looked like they'd been there since daybreak with foldy chairs, cool boxes, the lot. We finally found a spot about 30m over the summit and settled down.
Now for the bit about how I got escorted out of the "premium camping area". We were a bit thirsty (it was a long time since the commemorative ale) so I spotted a burger van in a field with a big screen. Popped through the gate, asked for a couple of bottles of water at the van. Only to be confronted by a security guard who, upon seeing I didn't have a premium camping area told me I couldn't buy water. Luckily the burger van owner saw sense and chucked them to me, I gave her the money. Then, the ignominy, I walked back to the gate....only to find the security guard "escorting" me. I told him to f*** off and not be so f***ing stupid. He took my advice
Didn't manage to snag anything from the promo caravan. No festina watches, garmin sat navs or skoda cars.
But the lead group coming through was mega-exciting. Seeing such a small group with Froome, Contador, Nibali in it made it clear that a real race was on. 15 minutes later Kittel came through for the biggest cheer of the day.
Slow walk down the hill. Queue even for the gents toilets in the pub. Smell of burning clutches with hundreds of cars trying to get home up the steep climbs out of Bradfield.
We decided to go to Bradfield (about 20 miles away) rather than Holme Moss (10 miles away) because it was easier to get to and, hopefully, easier to get a decent view (more of this later).
Lunch was booked in The Plough in Lower Bradfield (Bradfield is split into two by an extremely steep hill, hence Lower and Upper). Pint of commemorative local Ale at 11.30am, giant Yorkshire pud with chips and gravy at 12.
Now the idea was to go to Upper Bradfield, watch the race on the big screen, then pop up the hill to bag a decent spot. I hadn't anticipated about 6.000 folk on a 1km stretch of hill. No way to get even a semi-decent spot on the way up. Folk looked like they'd been there since daybreak with foldy chairs, cool boxes, the lot. We finally found a spot about 30m over the summit and settled down.
Now for the bit about how I got escorted out of the "premium camping area". We were a bit thirsty (it was a long time since the commemorative ale) so I spotted a burger van in a field with a big screen. Popped through the gate, asked for a couple of bottles of water at the van. Only to be confronted by a security guard who, upon seeing I didn't have a premium camping area told me I couldn't buy water. Luckily the burger van owner saw sense and chucked them to me, I gave her the money. Then, the ignominy, I walked back to the gate....only to find the security guard "escorting" me. I told him to f*** off and not be so f***ing stupid. He took my advice
Didn't manage to snag anything from the promo caravan. No festina watches, garmin sat navs or skoda cars.
But the lead group coming through was mega-exciting. Seeing such a small group with Froome, Contador, Nibali in it made it clear that a real race was on. 15 minutes later Kittel came through for the biggest cheer of the day.
Slow walk down the hill. Queue even for the gents toilets in the pub. Smell of burning clutches with hundreds of cars trying to get home up the steep climbs out of Bradfield.