Rode a section of the first half with this guy who came 1st in the 80:
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He was a machine, he'd ridden 40 miles there in the morning, doing the 80 mile sportive as he didn't fancy going around the dams, then was riding the 40 miles home to Shrewsbury afterwards. Such a strong rider, yet hardly seemed to be putting any effort in - like an express train, he just sat plugging away much of the time on the front of our little group into the early headwinds. Basic kit, basic alu bike and SPD pedals - so modest too it really was an eye opener into letting your legs do the talking!
The Sportive itself was amazingly signposted, supported and organised. Great food stops too! Such a shame it's the last year of it (on it's 15th anniversary) - due to the low numbers.
Results sheet shows 122 riders.
Winds where constant with much of the first 10 miles into a blustery headwind. We expected it and where thankful it was on the run out. As riders where set off 3-4 minutes apart in groups of around 20, although we where meant to be 'matched' to groups of similar ability there was wide variation and riders split all over the route. We settled in early with a group of 4 guys from Merthyr (seemed to be loads of Merthyr.cc club riding!) but as the roads got a little more grippy we lost them as they eased for one of their number.
Steve and I did some chasing but could barely see anyone up front. We got caught soon after by a group of 4, playing a bit of leapfrog with them but as soon as through Felindre we'd all settled down. Here is where some of the chasing had hurt me so I settled in and just followed wheels a while.
The first of the 7 climbs was here and to stretch the legs through some switchbacks felt good, but once past the tree line the exposed hilltop was brutal cross-headwinds.
The descent down from the top we'd been warned about as it terminates on an incline onto a main road. The amount of gravel and washed out mud on the roads it was very tricky and I was glad of my disc brakes!
The next climb was more of a series of drags, but I was actually looking forwards to as I knew there where fantastic views from the top, I put some efforts into holding the group. Although we'd changed direction away from the headwind things where very gusty. It was around this point we got caught with a couple of light showers or just tail ends of passing weather systems from the valleys to our either side. The roads where soaked in places with several sections of freshly cut hedgerows. We where lucky to avoid any incidents with debris, narrow roads and a few oncoming cars. Most where very understanding and stopped for us - but I dread to think how annoyed they would be further back with more riders! Annoyingly, although pretty good the view was not as spectacular as I remembered...
Before we knew it we where in Abbeycwmhir. A little disappointingly the route didn't take us through the middle of the village as it's quite incredible where it is considering its historical significance, tucked between some massive hills with forests all around. I can really see the appeal of the area from ages and people long gone... Mike Hall actually settled here and I can imagine him thriving with some of the roads around there being fantastic training for TCR and remote self supported riding. A little distracted by the scenery I realised we where starting another drag.
Hill #3 was a monster! It went up, then up some more, then more again, literally up along a hillside as far as the eye could see. Incredible climb but oh so brutal, it was relentless and due to the curving hillside you had nothing to target as the summit. A complete grind. I passed loads of people stopped on this one, just all totally blown/lost traction/lost motivation. Things gradually straightened towards the top, with a brief respite before the final ramp of road vanished into darkened woodland.
The decent was a much easier elongated gradient affair into Rhayader. We reached our first food stop, absolutely gutted there where no hot drinks as we really wanted them at that point! The fantastic selection of cakes and fruit did somewhat make up for things...
We said goodbye to a couple of our riding buddies as a stones throw from the feed the routes split. Steve and I where left alone again and really settled into a series of meandering back roads following the opposite side of the valley & river to main road.
It was classic backroads with lots of undulation, high hedgerows and no cars. Bliss! We passed a group of MTB riders who we decided where fresh and had only just set out from Rhayader as they took quite a bit of effort to catch! We joined the main road and my extra cake had started to kick in.
I put in some good extended efforts towing us towards Newbridge. 'Knowing' the roads (from 14+ years ago!) really meant I could push on and I started to feel good - slightly misleading but I think just having a flat and smooth main road was such a refreshing change I enjoyed it a little too much (as I'd find out soon enough)! We pulled in at Newbridge as the route we where following had an original food stop there but it didn't exist any longer... Whoops! Following the little cut through to Howey and our next climb there where a couple of ramps which really stung us. Both of us close to walking a couple of times... It didn't bode well as I knew the next climb was a brute (having worked at the base of it and driving over it for many years!).
Climb #4.
Parkstile did not disappoint. Utterly brutal! Just over the really steep
20% middle ramp towards a corner I lost traction and had to put a foot down. I had to walk to the corner to be able to remount and it was just
a slog then to the top. Our second food stop was where on an exposed hillside, a selection of sandwiches, cheesy rolls where superb but a cheese & ham bap with salt&pepper on the top was sublime! The savoury at that stage really woke us up. We probably stayed there chatting to the organiser than we should've and got quite cold, we where riders 2 & 3 through the stop and we knew who was #1. Felt good that even with our struggles we where making good progress and nobody had overtaken us with our detour at Newbridge! After the food stop we enjoyed the descent, Steve the 'Sheep Cowboy' used his sixguns to keep the sheep away (common land).
Passing through Hundred House and the next backroad through Cregrina we tried to settle in as we know the undulating roads would take their toll.
The pre-climbs towards #5 hurt. We sat and spun them, with the dread of Glascwm looming over us.
Climb #5.
Glascwm. I'd totally forgotten this until I saw it, I then remembered almost getting stuck there during the winter in a van many years ago. I'm not going to lie, I'm slightly disappointed I had to stop twice on this one, although also not too much as it had been built as the 'main' climb which hardly anyone gets up at that stage.
It was spectacularly overwhelming to see it stretching up in front of you! I must revisit. There's no reason why I can't get up it when I can do Arthurs Stone. It was insane to even put a big effort into it and I know my second stop was due to this - I just knew there was more to come, so needed to save something rather than grinding it out at <50rpm stood. Far too soon afterwards we hit
Climb #6. Newchurch. Stupid thing was I knew this one (one of my Grandparents is originally from there) but it felt so good to be back on a 'main' road (only a B road!) and heading towards civilisation it half caught me out by it's
steepness and length. Thankfully it was a much lower gradient and we just
settled into a seated paced effort on it. Same as the effort out of
Gladestry.
Seated paced lower cadence not-quite-grinds. We reached a point where the sun was nice and warm so stopped for a couple of bites to eat and equipment tweaks. My RD needed some indexing, the amount of filth we'd ridden through really hadn't helped and the chain rub with all the low speed & low cadence grinding was getting annoying. Stripped off long fingered gloves and confirmed an earlier realisation - I'd left my short fingered in the car, doh!
I was around 'home' roads at this point and did some long turns on the front, even
started to smash a slight climb at Stanner Rocks but had to reel myself in as we where still a fair stretch from the finish.
Good run past Knill and into Presteigne, annoyingly with a massive lake across the road at one point around a corner which I must have
hit at nearly 20mph. My mostly dry feet where no more! At Presteigne we turned into a block headwind. Steve did some good pulling at this point and I was glad, able to recover a little for our final climb of the day. Norton/Dolley Green/Cwm-Whitton. We knew it was coming but that didn't help much.
We knew the final Climb #7 was a long monstrous grind. It's actually a 2 part grind, but the lower section of ever increasing gradient just saps much of any reserves you have, so once through Norton and the climb up to Cwm-Whitton begins properly you are really at your limit. Steve dropped back at this point and I just sat, grinding out pedal strokes.
I was quite glad not to stand at this point, able to keep my cadence quite smooth seated and just churn it out. There was no way I was setting any PR's this time.
The descent down to Knighton was extremely welcome and a good fun finish to the ride! Although I did
nearly get wiped out 0.1 miles from the finish when a car coming the other way cut the corner on a junction!