Paul Meyer, from Cheltenham & County CC is a friend who I somehow convinced to do the Three Peaks cyclocross in the late 90s. Part of a small but hardcore posse from Cheltenham that remains from my days there and comes up each year. It’s always good to see them but never really much time to chat on the day …
Paul’s written another great blog here about almost five and a half hours of roller-coaster emotions
I tried to ride the last stretch to the summit but the increasing strength of the wind was a shock – I’m sure my cheeks were rippling as if I were suffering G forces or in free fall (Whernside was the same). The preceding section was the usual ride/run/crawl affair due to the deep peaty ditches every few metres and riding was a battle on the bars to keep the wind sheer from pushing the front wheel off the fine line that meant probable puncture. On the summit, and like club mate Nick below, I found myself battling and leaning in to the wind trying to stop the wind yank the bike off my shoulder. Not for the first time I was wondered why the hell I was doing this race
There’s also a link to his Garmin stats too here
