This weekend saw me taking part in the marin Rough Ride. The clue is in the name. It is a rough ride sponsored by Marin:
The distances do not seem too much, since it is only a 45k or 75k on the long (That means 50 miles max). However, it also encompases 7000 ft of climbs. It started at 10 and I finished six hours later. There were great downhill bits, moorland on top of big hills, evil descents, epic climbs, impossible climbs and awsome schenery.Throughout this ride was well organised. Direction arrows on the course made it impossible to get lost. A good spattering of marshals telling you how far to go, or manning food a
nd water stations. The Territorial Army was also helping out with logistics. There was also the mountain rescue and paramedics on schene. In short it was well organised. There were also photographers snapping at various points throughout the course (hopefully taking pictures of my heroic bits, rather than the ignominius parts where I am pushing up a massive climb). I mean, two miles of 10% climbs, with gravel and roots?
nd water stations. The Territorial Army was also helping out with logistics. There was also the mountain rescue and paramedics on schene. In short it was well organised. There were also photographers snapping at various points throughout the course (hopefully taking pictures of my heroic bits, rather than the ignominius parts where I am pushing up a massive climb). I mean, two miles of 10% climbs, with gravel and roots?Howev
er, at the end of it, when you come around the final corner, cold and wet, running on the last of your researves and you see the tents and the marshals and the finish line, it is the best feeling in the world. The cheap T shirt is equivelent to Olympic Gold, the veggie stew and bread (Or Black pudding stew which I would have tried if it was ready) was the best food in the world, along with the chocky cake and coffe and I now display the rough ride sticker in my car window with pride.
er, at the end of it, when you come around the final corner, cold and wet, running on the last of your researves and you see the tents and the marshals and the finish line, it is the best feeling in the world. The cheap T shirt is equivelent to Olympic Gold, the veggie stew and bread (Or Black pudding stew which I would have tried if it was ready) was the best food in the world, along with the chocky cake and coffe and I now display the rough ride sticker in my car window with pride.Might try Hell of the North next year. Oh yeah. This is why I love biking.
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