Chilled

A brave baker’s dozen set out from the club’s rendez vous point this morning. The sky was leaden and it was cold, damp, still wet under foot from the storms the night before and the hills behind were now dusted with snow. We rode briskly to keep warm each trying to take shelter from the chilly headwind which surely must have originated in Siberia. I rode at the head of the peloton, sheltering behind club mates half my size is pretty pointless.  Other cyclist’s were rarer than hen’s teeth.

At the pointage in Golfe Juan, I felt chilled and decided to return home. While riding, I’d paid particular attention to my posture and there was no re-occurrence of my earlier troubles. Sadly, I may have to replace my saddle. I cannot get another of the same model as it’s one that’s only made available to the pros. It’ll have to be a Bontrager, the same as I have on my Orbea, but in white to match my bar tape.

I picked up the newspapers on the way home and was glad of the additional warmth as I stuffed them down my winter jacket. I wanted to get home, and finish off the tidying up in time to watch Arsenal v Liverpool. If Arsenal lose, AVFC stay in 3rd place. I’d been so buoyed up by the boys’ win that I’d forgotten to check on how OGCN had fared away at Lens: badly. We lost 2-0, our 3rd consecutive loss. Christmas can’t come soon enough for Les Aiglons.

Journalists have been attending the camps of Astana and Team RadioShack, respectively in Pisa and Tucson, and attempting to keep the Lance v Bert rivalry stoked.  The latter is wisely not rising to the bait. Yes, Lance on paper your team has by far the stronger riders but do you have the stronger team? This story is going to run and run until its conclusion on the Champs Elysees next July. We’re just going to have to wait and see.

Into the box

I spent some time this afternoon sorting through my “Burkina Box”. I have a Swiss friend who worked on a voluntary basis in Burkina Faso where he made the acquaintance of their cycling team. I met some them too in Salzburg. 

Far from home
Far from home

Each month my friend, who is also a keen and very good cyclist, collects his friends’ cycling cast offs, parcels them up and sends them off to his friends in Burkina Faso.

I thought this was a great idea and have decided to help. After all I get a goodie bag from every cyclosportif, brevet or randonée, the contents of which now go straight into the box. In addition, I have recently changed the set up on my Orbea to more closely resemble that of my BMC. So, into the box went handlebars, saddle, pedals, saddle bag and tyres. In fact, it’s embarrassing how much stuff I have amassed in such a short space of time.

He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

The cycling club has recently changed its sponsors from Bouygues Telecom to Skoda, so that’s two sets of kit for the box. Although, I do appreciate  it’s unlikely there’s any African cyclists the same size as my husband.

Love of my life

Some might say I was fickle. Less than a year after acquiring my first road bike, an Orbea Diva, I fell in love with another.

Beloved BMC
Beloved BMC

It was a true “coup de foudre”. We spend hours together out on the road enjoying the glorious weather and spectacular scenery. I lavish plenty of loving care and attention on it: indeed, nothing is too good for it. We’re rarely parted and it lives in the “Bike Room” aka the “Laundry.”

It won’t be going to Austin. No, I fear that, with multiple plane changes, the chance the love of my life and I might be parted is too great. So I’ll be taking the Orbea to Austin which for the past year I’ve  ridden only on the home trainer.

But, mindful of my slow-motion ascent of that 10% average gradient hill in Italy, I decided to give it, and its triple chain ring, a second chance. So I took it out last week, over a course I ride on a regular basis, in order to compare the results with my recent training rides, diligently noted down in my training log. First off the set up of the bike felt totally wrong: seat too low, handle bars too narrow and too close to the saddle. I won’t bore you with the entire list of faults but suffice to say, despite the additional gears, it was my slowest time on that course for over six months.

The Orbea is now down at my LBS being set up like my BMC. Of course some things won’t change. Most notably its additional weight and handling. Plus, I have Shimano Ultegra group-set and wheels on the Orbea and Campagnolo on the BMC. But the intention is to replicate, as far as it is possible, the feel of the BMC.