A soggy ManxCat slips in another 200km Audax on this fabulous Sportive event.
My goodness. I’ll try not to mention the weather more than just once. Not to be discussed again this year! You guessed it, it rained – and rained – and rained throughout the Isle of Man Lighthouse Challenge Sportive.
Up and coming young cyclist Jake Kelly with myself, in front of the Douglas Lighthouse for the promotional photograph used in the Manx Independent – Photograph taken by Isle of Man Newspapers and kind permission granted for its use on Cycleseven.org.
So…. The Isle of Man Lighthouse Challenge Sportive 2012 – my little report on it.
Whereas Hilary’s home island – the Isle of Wight seems to have Sportive events almost every weekend in the summer months, here on the Isle of Man, we have 2 that I know of. The Lighthouse Challenge, and the Appleby Sportive. Which, I find odd, considering our outstanding cyclist pedigree. Rob Holden, one of the ride organisers, who is himself an ex professional cyclist, is hoping to change this, and it is his and the intention of other like-minded cyclists on the island, to get the Lighthouse Challenge ride put onto the Sportive Calendar properly, making it a even more prestigious event than it already is turning out to be.
Last year, was the first pilot-run of the Lighthouse Challenge, and some minor adjustments to the route this year have improved the ride, making it a solid 100 mile distance. Not only this, but you can electronically ‘dib’ in and out of the feed controls, I have ridden in a number of UK based Sportive events now, and the Sportives on the IOM have been the only events I’ve ridden in, where you can do this, so your stop at a feed control, is basically discounted from your time! This can’t happen in Audaxing though, nope, you get time-charged for everything – if your wheels ain’t a turning, then your running out of time.
My mistake this year, was being fitter than last year, and having put in many cycling hours up to the end of June, plus a 100km and another hilly 50km on our Tynwald Day and Jubilee Bank Holiday day (5th and 6th July) respectively before the event. My legs were full of spice and energy and raring to go. Which meant, I reached the Sportive starting gate at our Grandstand (used for the TT and GrandPrix motorbike races), an hour before I expected to. Having cycled 36 miles from home to the official start, taking a somewhat long way round.
My Garmin Etrex 30 was ‘following’ my ride today, so I could verify my distance with Audax UK, and I was worried constantly about the batteries giving out, so an hours wait at the Grandstand wasn’t going to be on the agenda. Besides, I had already arranged with Rob that I would not be dibbing today. So off I went.
The route for the Sportive is an attractive one. It should suit many different types of cyclists. For the hill cyclist there are… well… Hills. I am sure it is in part due to these hills, that the likes of Peter Buckley, Stuart Slack, Mike O’Hare, Ian Sharpe, the Kennaugh family, Jonny Bellis to name but a few, and my inspiration into cycling proper – Marie Purvis, have helped to sculpt the necessary talent needed to win Commonwealth Games, World Championships, Paralympics and Olympic medals in cycling, as well as those important Stages in the Tour de France by our very own Mark Cavendish.
The first biggie hill – well, its not a biggie, more of a hamstring stretch, is up to Marine Drive, then some humpy dumpy ones up the Howe Road a few miles along the ride.
At the Howe, expect some swearing, as you think you’re there at the top, and then round the corner, you realise to your disgust and disappointment that actually your not, so the burning starts…
From Cregneish, it’s a lovely swoopy, loopy run down to the Sound. Very scenic, good bit of tarmac and one you can enjoy, but in these conditions (water dripping off my nose conditions), keeping fingers engaged in brakes was a top idea! And remember, gravity takes you down, and you need to climb back up! Don’t think the ‘up’ stops there either, ‘cos you need to go up, up and up a tad more, as you grind away to the Roundtable with a top height of 356 meters (I’m an Audaxer, sorry no imperial height from me).
From here, after scoffing a cheese and pickle bap, together with a whole blue bottle I might add…. How ever did I do that! One moment chomping merrily away, about to do big swallow and tummy just expecting bread and cheese, then suddenly mouth full of legs, head and crunchy bits! Nothing else to do but drink him down! And try to keep him there… The joy of cycling can be a real sacrifice you know
After the lovely restful downhill into Peel, the route levels out for those cyclists who like a bit of speed. My Hetchins was pressed into Big Ring (we don’t use that much here), and off we sped. This is a lovely part of the island, even in rotten weather the graceful scenery glows from the hedgerows and the sea air refreshes the legs. During my ride the rain subsided, as is the norm for the Northern part of the island, and it was comforting to be dry again.
The roads on the island are mostly quiet, and this pretty route takes the cyclists away from the busy trunk roads whenever possible, leaving you with more time to focus on the event than on the traffic around you, allowing the possibility to ride side by side and chat should you have the energy to do so that is. Then, from the flat North, you get a mild surprise in Bride, as the route directs you to the lighthouse at the Point of Ayre, and the humps and bumps left behind by an ancient glacier test your tiring legs, but not as much as the cheeky number will coming out of Maughold that is.
Ah, Maughold, sweet Maughold – how I hate cycling you in this direction… Lactic acid in the muscles moan and creak as my little steel-framed lady and I lug ourselves out of the Parish of Maughold and onward towards Lonan, and back into the low cloud that seemed delighted to be depositing yet more of the wonderful wet stuff onto my already water-logged body . I’m sure this is why my time was a bit lower than last year, extra weight don’t you know!
At least from the junction at the Hibernia, the run is definitely homebound. Back up into Big Ring for the sprint into Laxey, the slug down towards the beach and the lighthouse? I’m sorry to add here, that I didn’t complete this bit of Rob’s course. I could have done this, but it wasn’t necessary for me to do so. My objective today was to support a local event, while cycling an Audax. My ride was already going to be over the 200km mark, and back to those bloomin’ batteries on my Etrex, I couldn’t afford the luxury of the extra hill and the extra time this would take.
Not that the hills ended there… Cos they didn’t. Differently from last years pilot route, this route took you to the top of the Whitebridge at Onchan, and doubled back at the road junction, taking the cyclist up the hill to Conhrenny plantation and round the back of that to Creg ny Baa and onto the TT course. Oh… tired legs, not wanting to play anymore, were forced and coerced into more activity. But they were well rewarded as we topped the 30mph mark swopping down part of the TT course towards Hillberry, down to Governer’s Bridge and back to the Grandstand.
I sort of missed some kind of fanfare at the finish line though for all this effort, but saying that, I got back to the Grandstand by 2.00pm in the afternoon. Well before anyone else. In fact, I didn’t see another Lighthouse Challenge cyclist until I turned my bike towards home where my 200km ride ended officially. Having set off early – in the dark that is, I missed out on all the controls, all the feed-stations, even – the photographer! Rolls eyes upwards, and any kind of welcome home package that might have been there too, had I set off a bit later on.
But, I got home in time (yet again) to sort out Sunday dinner for the starvin’, and so a happy, but tired Audaxer, was back at home, with a smiling family round the dinner table (even though I fell asleep during the eating of it!).
A big round of applause for everyone who made this Sportive possible, to the route organisers, the controllers, those who provided the tea and cake (how could I have missed that!) to Graham et al who sorted the timing (Manx Timing Solutions), none of whom I saw on my ride on Sunday, but who I know were out there for others. Until next time, next year, when I intend to Sportive with the rest of them.