Two Brothers go for a Sunday Bike Ride: (pretty much written by my big brother).
It rained and rained, was 8C, not the sun we had been promised. My brother, Andrew, and I crossed the start line shortly after 7.20am. After two medium climbs and a healthy average speed we arrived in Lourdes at the first of two feed stations. “Two Conrads And A Buffet”. A disaster waiting to happen? We tucked into sandwiches, cake and banana, refilled our bottles and were unaware of the time until we saw the unthinkable - the sweeper truck. Had we spent too long eating or had we simply been going slower than we thought? We were told that the race was officially over and were stripped of our timing devices and bib numbers after only 70 km. We hadn't trained for the past six months for it to be over so soon. We had come to finish the 169 km including the 17 km climb up the legendary Col de Tourmalet which was waiting, in the fog, 32 km away.
They could take away our timers, but they couldn't take away our freedom and they certainly couldn't take away our spirit. We would not be beaten. We rode on, they opened the roads to traffic, they took down the signposts along the route, it got colder and wetter, and we just kept going.We reached the Tourmalet. Andrew had a puncture but we reached the final feed station 3km from the top. We scavenged a few scraps and then, to the startled looks of the few remaining organisers, we soldiered on to the summit to complete one of the most feared climbs in cycling – and the finest piece of apple tart I have ever eaten!
We descended at almost 40mph, hairpin upon hairpin...only 40 km to go. Cold and wet we ploughed on and prepared our minds for the final 16km, the Hautacam - a steep climb at an average of 13%. A short way up, after 155 km, Andrew's cleat snapped off his shoe. After 10½ hours, his ride was over.
Somehow, I struggled to the top some 13 hours, 6 gels, 2 energy bars, 4 ham sandwiches, two espressos, 10 litres of water and that apple tart later. The other riders and organisers were long gone. I was greeted by a barren wasteland and some tourists enjoying the fog. It’s not officially logged, I don’t have a certificate and my mobile had died so no photo...but I did it. It was hell but it was worth it because with your incredible generosity I have raised over £12,000 for the NSPCC, Shackleton Foundation and the Parents Circle, which will help to make so many people's lives better. We will be back, faster, stronger and fitter for 2009
Thank you to those of you have sponsored me and if you haven't done so yet, there's still time. Here's where the funds are going:
• NSPCC - specifically an appeal launched by JCB to build a new centre for the charity in Staffordshire. The appeal is aiming to raise £1m, which will be matched pound for pound by Sir Anthony Bamford, JCB's Chairman
• Shackleton Foundation – a charity recently formed by Shackleton’s descendants, to support individuals of all ages, nationalities and backgrounds who exemplify the spirit of Sir Ernest Shackleton: inspirational leaders wishing to "make a difference", in particular the less advantaged
• The Parents Circle – a charity composed of Israeli and Palestinian families bereaved as a result of the on-going conflict in the Middle East who have joined together to spread a message of tolerance, dialogue and non-violence. This organisation is active in the Palestinian Territories and Israel, promoting peace and reconciliation. Members of this group, as well as supporting bereaved families across the divide, are also involved in education, creating opportunities for dialogue between the two communities.
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