My brother Phil rode his first 3 peaks in 1994 and has ridden most since, so it’s a familiar race to him. Like many though, 2012 was one to put down to experience, get the finish in the bag, and move on.
The ride up to Chapel-le-Dale saw me in good spirits, conned by the tail wind. But as I crested the whaleback of the Whern’ it all fell apart. The near-sleet and hail got through my lycra and the cold started to eat into me.