31/05/16 Race Reports

National Masters’ Road Race Championships

By Lee.  28th May 2016.

National Masters' Road race 2016 Barny 2

So, i’ve entered the National Masters Championships.
The full weight of that dawned on me at the sight of the riders lined up behind the lead car on the start line.
Lots of lean dudes from Pedal heaven and Nuun-Sigma. Elite, 1st cat riders and lots of them….I must be mad.
We rolled out with Barny at the front behind the car, he really does have some sort sixth sense on where the lead car will be and never misses out.
The pace from the start was pretty quick as we navigated the course for the first lap.
The course itself was rolling with not one single flat section on it, but also nothing too lumpy that would break the race apart.
The pace eased up a bit, so i sat in the bunch to do as little as possible conserving energy. Barny rightly predicted this wouldn’t last long.
The next lap the pace was super quick. I looked at my Garmin, it read 24 miles! I really didn’t see how i’d be able to keep up this pace for 76 miles.
As i hung on I could see that there was numerous attacks springing off of the front, thankfully none of which were sticking.
But the peleton at one point started to split into two as groups of riders sprang off of the front.
From the roadside Suze had seen this and shouted for us to attack. I thought i’d take a gamble or risk getting dropped from the main chasers.
After putting in a couple of big efforts i got myself in a good position to launch an attack or two. This i did with the help of a guy from PMR and Full Gas Racing, we got a few seconds break on both occasions (and a couple of nice photos into the bargain) but the pace at the front was simply so fast nothing would stick.
Things then settled down a bit and the pack was all back together as the lap bell rang, i couldn’t believe i’d survived this long, i was really going to finish this race.
Exactly where i’d finish would then come into question as i began to feel that annoying little stab of cramp niggling in my left leg with about 5 miles to go. I managed to shake it out and get ready for ever impending lunacy of the bunch sprint.
As we took a left hander turn we saw the 1km marker, the peleton now filled the entire road and as i made my way forwards round the pack
i found myself on the far right hand side. I prayed that the marshals had stopped the traffic otherwise i was going cross-country.
With 600 or so to go Barny decided to go for glory and put in a charge for the line, as i tagged onto the riders chasing him i really thought that he may hold on.
Unfortunately the run to the line is a drag uphill and it proved to be just too much for him and he was swamped by the quality field, another 200 metres later and he really may of made it.
UnabIe to get out of the saddle i pushed as hard as my failing legs would allow and i even made up a few places trying to catch the guys in front, i rolled over the line pretty much pedalling on one leg.
I was super chuffed to find out that i came in 20th position.
Barny rolled over in the main bunch but had one hand briefly on the National jersey…..next year mate.
Talking of next year, i’ll be in the older age group so i’ll be prepared and bang up for this one.
I’ve already pre-booked the B&B….i must be mad.
National Masters' Road Race 2016 Barny and Lee before
National Masters' Road Race 2016 Lee 2
National Masters' Road Race 2016 Barny
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10/05/16 Race Reports

Dunsfold Masters’

By Paul

4th May 2016

Steve rode in the Masters’ evening series last Wednesday.  He didn’t crash, get in a fight, get disqualified, lose his licence driving home or get caught by anti-doping.

A good night 🙂

Wait a minute is that a muscle?

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10/05/16 Race Reports

Benenden Cranbrook 234

8th May 2016

By Paul

Benenden Cranbrook 08052016 Andy

Barny, Paul, Andy, Lee and Chris H all went in the breakaways and because of such courageous rides from everyone we had a man in the winning break!  Andy bagged 8th because of some great team work.

Very proud.


Benenden Cranbrook 08052016 Chris H

Benenden Cranbrook 08052016 Lee

Benenden Cranbrook 08052016 Barny and Paul

Benenden Cranbrook 08052016 Paul


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06/05/16 Race Reports

The European Championships (What Else?)

I rode in the European Championships on Sunday.

Let me say that again:

“This ex-City boy, ex-smoker, ex-morbidly obese on the (really useful) BMI charts, with backache and knee trouble rode in the European Championships on Sunday!!”

When I lined up for my first 4th Category race 7 years ago, wondering why everyone was shaving their legs, I didn’t in my wildest dreams believe this would be happening.

Yet, on Sunday, I lined up with Steve, Lee and Rich; 3 friends and team mates on the start line near Gent in Belgium for a 63km or 9-lap race on fully-closed roads.

We were entered in the 40-49 year old European Masters’ Road Championships.

Racing in Belgian is so blimmin’ awesome (no ducking swear-checkers are blocking me this week!).

A weekend race in England costs upwards of £20, is based in a village hall with (if you’re lucky) instant teas and coffees, is played out on pothole-ridden roads, prizes either don’t exist or they only go to the top 3, it’s in front of a crowd of about 15 with traffic coming at you at over 50 mph marshalled by inexperienced volunteers who don’t have the legal power to stop cars!

I know know it sounds like a dream, where do you sign? However you need to form an orderly queue people because there’s a waiting list of idiots like me who want to race them!!

The Belgian race at the weekend cost us 20 Euros (we even get a one-day licence for that) but when you return your race number you get 5 Euros back. It is based in a small farming town in Flanders yet they erected huge marquees serving alcohol, hot food and playing music (who doesn’t like warming up to “Boys Boys Boys” by Sabrina?!).  Prizes on this day went down to 30th (yes 30th) place and potholes are as rare as a Belgian cyclist without fake tan and oil on his legs.  The beers are flowing, the crowds gather and there is a party feel about the place.  The police help the marshals to close the whole road and if you park your car anywhere on the 7km loop it is towed away!!  In Kent there is one particular house where the owner makes a point of trimming his (thorny) hedge whilst our race is on!! What a swear-checker.  Oh I forgot to mention, UK races normally fill up 8 weeks before the race as the number of entries is capped but in Flanders there is no maximum field size so you enter on the day!!!  In the end I think 85 of us graced the start line that day.

It was now Sunday and since Wednesday my knee had been throbbing and I didn’t know why. I couldn’t change this.  I could only control the bits I could control like making sure I had a good progressive warm up.  I remembered what John Herety, the Manager of the domestic pro team JLT said:

“If you only think that you will do well when everything is going right then you’ll never do well”

Everything, he is inferring, does not go right. Ever.  Get over it.

The race began as every single Belgian race begins; fast. This time though I was there to race so as the first breakaway went up the road (2.6 seconds after the start) I went with it.  Riders came across to join us and shouts of (I assume) “come on we have a gap” could be heard.

I was 2 minutes into the European Championships and I was in a breakaway!

I was obviously going to wake up at some point and start getting ready to go to Belgium for the day.

No, it was really happening. Everyone took their turns and for a few minutes this was the biggest rush ever.  Then it dawned on me that my legs were already screaming, my lungs were burning and my heart was trying burst through my ribs and we had only been racing for 5 minutes!!

Panic over as we were caught by the peloton and I slotted in comfortably into the shelter of the pack.

Euros 16 Paul

I love racing in Belgium; from the traffic islands in the middle of the road where you have to decide, at speed, whether to go left or right whilst hoping everyone else decides the same to the random cobbled sections (if it doesn’t rain!) or the way the riders use the cycle paths and pavements to move up. I love the Flemish commentary over the PA system each time you cross the start/finish line and above all the aggressive style of racing.  Not only is it fast and furious it is also shoulder-to-shoulder, elbow-to-elbow stuff, where being shouted at is all part of the experience.

“People were chopping in front of me and cutting across my line on the corners. A technique in Belgium commonly known as ‘racing’.”

Except this year I was giving as good as I got and something very very strange happened:

I was shown respect.

Riding assertively is an amazing thing, you should try it. People let you into gaps and give you space.

What’s more, when you arrive back home it is so much easier to move around the peloton.

You can fit 2 Belgians in that gap!

There is one more thing that I forgot to mention about racing in Flanders that I love so much: It is flat.  It is very flat.  ‘1 metre of climbing every kilometre’ flat.  At 90kg this means that the sport finally takes place on a level playing field.  What’s more the sun is shining and I’m warm.  Mr Grumpy from Kent now thinks he’s Mr Boonen from Flanders.

A flat course is easy then right?


Corners and crosswinds my friend. Corners and crosswinds.

Over the back side of the circuit there was a right-hander that took us into a crosswind from the right. They know this.  They know about the concertina effect coming out of this corner and they are word-leaders at putting you ‘in the gutter’.

About halfway through the race, a few minutes before we approached the right-hander, a group of 8 riders sneaked off the front with a group of 3 in hot pursuit. Maybe this was it?  Maybe this was the move of the day, the one that wasn’t coming back?  Years ago I was taught something by some very experienced riders:

‘Your race winning effort rarely comes at the end of the race; it comes at a key moment during the race’. This often means getting across the gap to a breakaway but you’ve gotta do it very fast for 2 reasons:

  1. If you’re expecting to travel quicker than a motivated breakaway that is already travelling faster than a peloton averaging 26-27 mph then you’ve got to cross that gap quicker than you can say “I’ve got a hidden motor on my bike” otherwise you’ll simply run out of steam before you make it.
  2. If you go across too steadily you’ll take everyone with you and all your efforts will be wasted!!

Until this year I’ve rarely had the fitness and therefore the confidence to even contemplate such a feat but I am becoming a ‘do now, think later’ kinda guy in bike races i.e. it is all too easy to question whether you ‘can’ do something and by that time it’s too late anyway. Just a warning that if you have your internet open on the ‘new bikes’ tab of the Wiggle’ website right now, a ‘do now, think later’ approach might prove quite costly.

So I bridged the gap on my own. I bridged the bloody gap on my own in the European bloody Championships! This is a good day.  Even if the race ended here, this is a good day.  God I love bike racing.

Inevitably, no sooner had I sat on the back of the group hyperventilating, asphyxiating, gasping and choking the peloton had caught us but hey I tried.

Then we hit that right-hander.

Corners and crosswinds my friend. Corners and crosswinds.

I immediately experienced the agony of the concertina effect coming out of the corner and the pain of being put into the left hand gutter as the wind came from the right. The problem was I had just put in my ‘race-winning effort’.


Being put in the gutter is a technique used to give riders behind you as little shelter as possible in a crosswind. In Belgium the side of the road often drops away a little bit too so in this instance it was a scary balance between being too far right (and being hit by the wind like a punch in the face) and being too far left (and falling off the tarmac into the ditch).

Take your pick. They are both about as pleasant as sticking pins on your eyes and worse considering the effort I’d just made.

Then I remembered the other piece of advice I was offered those years ago:

‘It’s not often the first attack that wins, it’s the attack over the attack, or even the one over that that’s usually successful’.

Why did I only remember this now? Something to do with all the blood having left my brain and being in my legs I guess?

We were strung out in one line and I could just about see up ahead that weaker riders were leaving gaps. Lesson: Don’t follow weaker riders!  We were all on our knees so we watched, helplessly, as 8 or so riders just rode away never to be seen again.


This was annoying but hey, the four of us were still having a storming race. I may have been down but I certainly wasn’t out.

Lee then drilled it on the front for what seemed like ages. I was sitting in 5th wheel, looking over my shoulder sporadically, enjoying the fact that everyone was in one line, a sign that Lee was in control of the whole of the European Championships!!  I had a huge grin on my face.  I was just having fun now so I rode up to Lee to tell him what an awesome job he was doing (he knows that what I really thought was that he shouldn’t have been on the front in the wind but hey it was his moment!).

Euros 16 Lee and Paul

Then Rich came up to me and put his arm around me (he’s South African, where he comes from there are many more dangerous things to contend than putting your arm around someone when racing a bike at 30 mph!). Let’s not go down the route of ‘why is a Saffa doing the Europeans?’ as I don’t even think he knows!

Euros 16 Rich B

Then there was this almighty cry to my right:

“I’m on the f****** pavement!!”

Clearly Steve.

Euros 16 Steve 2

Last year Steve was attending my Novice Racers’ Training Days to improve his bike handling, today he is passing me on the pavement in a Belgian kermesse, then bunny hopping down onto the cobbled section and back on to the pavement.

Maybe this was a dream after all?

His manner was a tad uncouth of course; you’d never hear me using such profanities.

All 4 of us were riding in the top 10 of the peloton, making it one of those rare times when it’s socially acceptable for a man to admire 3 other lycra-clad men with shaven legs and pink socks. We were bringing it.

Euros 16 Rich B 2

Euros 16 Steve

Euros 16 Lee

The bell.

“Laste Ronde. Laste Ronde.” Music to my ears as this came over the PA system.  In case we were in any doubt this was followed up with the English translation: “Last lap”.  A courteous touch.

If a shot of adrenaline helps you make an effort that you would never make ordinarily and the biggest shot of adrenaline you’ll ever receive (without the help of Lance Armstrong’s Doctor) is when taking the bell in front of huge crowds in the sunshine at the European Champs then it would be a fool who didn’t put in one last attack at exactly that moment.

So I attacked.

Euros 16 Paul 2

I took 2 riders away with me and then we hit the cobbled section. This was more suburban pedestrian shopping area than Forest of Arenberg but right now it felt like I was pedalling in treacle and I had to accept my race was going to come down to a bunch sprint.

There is a reason why the sprinters like Cav, Kittel and Greipel don’t get in breakaways. It is because a breakaway attempt, no matter how short, leaves you feeling like you would the next day if somebody had been repeatedly punching you in the legs and then you went out and did tequila shots all night.

To do well in a sprint you need to be fresh, not on the ragged edge.

I had nothing left and with 1 km to go things were, as you’d expect from such a big race on the Belgian calendar, getting quite chaotic. 75 or so larger than average road cyclists were charging at the finish line and, in a way, it was easier to keep up than to give up and get trampled.

I took 9th in the sprint and learnt that, as 8 were in the breakaway, I had placed 17th in my first Europeans.

That’s a bloody result. I’ll take that.  Worth all that salmon and broccoli I reckon.

I won 5 euros too. Does that mean I’m a professional now?

Rich came 21st and Steve 28th, neither of whom had ever finished a Belgian race before today.   Lee punctured with a lap to go which was a huge shame as he was on fire.  Very proud of my team mates.

Oh one more thing, in case you care. Did my knee pain have an effect on my performance and therefore does it give me the excuse I needed for missing the breakaway?

I didn’t notice it in the slightest!

I love bike racing.

Will we get on the podium next year?  You bet we will 😉

Euros 16 Winners' Podium

(Great photos too Lindsay Andy Bolle – Dank u wel!)


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The European Championships (What Else?)
25/04/16 Race Reports

Surrey League 2/3 Road Race Kirdford

24th April 2016 By Paul.

Lee and I finished comfortably in the pack yesterday.

Well I say comfortably.  Having gone with all the breaks in the first hour I had to hang on for dear life for the remaining hour and a half!

Some nice pics though 😉

Here’s Lee’s version:

The race was super quick as you’d expect from a really strong field.
But Paul and I had a great time up the front smashing ourselves to bits on numerous occasions.
I managed to get third wheel and in a good position to compete in the lunacy of the final sprint.
Just as we approached the climb up to the line i put in a kick and….BOOM……cramp….my race was over.
Before the race I would’ve been pleased with just finishing, so must be positive.
Roll on Belgium….



Lee break SL Kirdford 24th AprilPaul cornering SL Kirdord 24th April 2016Paul SL Kirdford 24th April 2016Paul top of climb SL Kirdford 24th April 2016

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04/04/16 Race Reports

2 up TT

3rd April 2016

By Paul

We had 3 teams entered.

We delivered 3 age-category wins

And they looked good doing it, friggin’ awesome job:

Lee and Alex 2 up TT 3rd April 2016

Barny and Stu 2 up TT 3rd April 2016


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04/04/16 Race Reports

Fowlmead 234

3rd April 2016

By Paul

A great ride by Steve and Justin to finish a tough 234 race in the wind at Fowlmead on Sunday.

I tried repeatedly to get away but a strong contingency from the Adalta team meant we were outnumbered on this occasion.


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21/03/16 Race Reports

ESCA TT 20th March

By Paul for Stu cos he’s a lazy b*gger.

Stu wins his age group with a PB yesterday and looks good doing it!


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ESCA TT 20th March
21/03/16 Race Reports

Hillingdon 4th Cats

By Steve.

Saturday was my targeted opening race, 4th cat only at Hillingdon, manageable stuff, but the optimism of knowing I should be able to do well in these races now did actually create a bit of pressure,
Luckily I laugh in the face of pressure,
I have trained all winter with the PB race team..!!!! ????
My preparation for the race was about as bad as I could of made it, after an intense block of training I felt exhausted, after arranging a date the night before which was actually so bad I had to drink gin to alleviate just how incredibly annoying she was,all in all I was shattered and in no mood to race, but then I reminded myself that I trained in the cold and wet all winter so I could race…!! Shower, kit and I’m on my way.
falling asleep on the motorway I had a pro plus to liven me up, arrived at Hillingdon an hour earlier than normal, so stuck the heater on and had a quick half hour snooze in the van, I woke up with guys on turbos and rising up and down warming up, I remember thinking I bet they are well worried about the guy asleep in his van being a danger in the race.!! Lol
So I warmed up, was to cold to get the turbo set up so did it out in the road, 20 mins then 15 on the circuit,

Lined up in a field of 30, at the front as always, away we went and it settled fairly quickly, I was really comfortable following the wheels and staying in the front 10,
My plan was to see how I felt then try and get away with a few laps to go and avoid the carnage of a 4th cat sprint, lots of attempts were made up get away, watch them all with not any real worries, then 1 went in his own, again i didn’t see him staying away, but then 3 other slipped off the front, so I waited until it went up the little rise out of the hairpin and attacked from around 3rd place, only one guy could come with me, I gave it all I had to jump across to the group of 3, and as we did they all crumbled, two of us continued for a lap but wasn’t getting anywhere, picked up the other lone rider and it was all together, 1 guy slipped away and a lap later another and it stuck so left the bunch sprint for 3rd, even though I hadn’t wanted to sprint I was feeling really comfortable so followed the wheels in around 15th into the finish straight got a safe line and passed a few to finish 8th and 10th overall.
Was really happy with my race, mainly due to my power and fitness being more than enough to give me a day in this kind of company, guys were coming up to me on the warm down saying how strong is rode, and in fairness I did, it was a great day.
all this is testament to you guys pushing me on our team rides and mr paul butler pushing me every other time I get on my bike..!!
You have my utmost respect and appreciation.

Ps, in the clubhouse afterwards one of the guys in the race commented on how wicked our kit looked, his mate agreed, as did I..;)

Paul: The photo is the old kit, the new kit is way more awesome – you’ll be seeing the back of it a lot this season.



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14/03/16 Race Reports

SERRL E123 Road Race Chilham

By Andy.

Paul kindly offered to drive, he wouldn’t accept any petrol money and he even bought me a tea after the race. A standard hour in the car for a serrl race. We left at 7:45 not too early, but i’d had a late one the night before. This tends to affect motivation to hurt oneself when hard efforts are required.

Before the briefing Steve asked if I’d weighed my self recently. My wife has gone on a lactose free diet so rather than let them go to waste I’ve been steadily eating all of the deserts in the fridge before they go out of date.

I’ve recently started a new job. On Friday I had a ride in an ambulance after working in a confined space with some noxious gases. One near death experience a week not being enough I’d agreed to race the Chillam e123, a national B, with Paul and Barny.

The sun was shining but a 4 Celsius north east wind was blowing. About a third were in shorts, a third in knee warmers and a third in Longs. I’d gone with Longs which was comfortable for the majority of the race

Paul suggested we check out one of the significant hills for a warm up, mashing down and back up that served as an ample warm up. Lining up behind the lead car, I wasn’t the only one shivering while we waited for the off

Once racing a steady stream of motivation came from simply trying to avoid being dropped.

I took about 5 gels, one before the race and about one every hour during. I finished two 750ml bottles containing sugary supplements too. Carrying this much felt excessive pre race but ultimately worked out well.

The strategy was just to try and get round, the odd opportunity arose to get away but I’d missed all of the important ones, probably because they had gone when the pace was mental. The average pace of the bunch wasn’t horrific, I’ve put out higher numbers for longer, albeit when much fitter and in summer. Doing this kind of race usually results in a new PB on the mean maximals chart.

Taking a conservative approach helped to complete the course. The lack of base miles over winter was less helpful. Not training for this distance being one of the most important factors. On the final climb I was dropped by the handful of riders that hadn’t been dropped or finished already. Finishing the 140k beasting had exceeded realistic expectations this early in the season.


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