Twinkly Dave – Mud splattered bicycle and pizza enthusiast Growing old disgracefully

October 4, 2020

Happiness, no matter what

Filed under: Uncategorized — dgpowell @ 8:35 pm

Quite often I’ll get myself all grumpy about how well a race didn’t go. About how well it should have gone, but somehow I mucked it up. Stupid crashes, poor line choices, mechanical blunders or just poor equipment choice. Frequently there’s something wrong.
Not this weekend though. This weekend was just ace. Not because I did particularly well (I didn’t, but it could have been far worse if I didn’t have enough strength to ride my way back out of the depths I flung myself into) but lets not dwell on that. The simple fact is I got to race my bike, in the mud, against the best there is in the country. This year, with all that’s been goiong on, races can’t really be ruined by not doing brilliantly, just getting to take part is basically a win.
The course was great – well thought out given the restrictions we’re all living under at the moment, while still mixing big power straight, leg sapping climbs and lack-of-skill highlighting tricky sections. The running of the event was flawless enough for everyone taking part to not really notice it – not that any of us were being complacent; marshals, commissaires, judges, they all deserve huge thanks at the best of times, right now they all deserve medals and we were (and still are) incredible grateful.

Pic by Richard Howes

As for the racing itself…well, to blunder into a cliche, you couldn’t ask for more! Fast, close (as in lots of evenly matched riders swapping places as their various strengths came to the fore on different parts of the course) but always fair. No argy-bargy (I guess that would be frowned upon right now) but plenty of battles for the racing line though each corner. Plenty of attacks and counter attacks. In my case plenty of early race mistakes, followed by some frantic regaining of places. Everything cyclocross can be, really, even if there wasn’t a pit crew to swap and clean bikes for you every few minutes. I finished Saturday’s race already looking forward to Sunday’s. No great result had been earned but it didn’t seem to matter, it was well worth repeating.

Pic By Dave “I did this” Haygarth

Two days of great racing and, just as good, a sense of normality in meeting the extended cx family in a muddy field. Great to see all of you, here’s hoping we can do it all again soon 🙂

Three races done now, in this weird season. I’m sure there’ll be awesome results to shout about at some point soon, but for now I’m just going to keep pointing out how the hard work people put into getting these races going and when they end up as good as this weekend was – even in the current situation – is totally worth it.

September 21, 2020


Filed under: Uncategorized — dgpowell @ 1:16 pm

I’d given up waiting for it to be time to set off to yesterday’s race by about 10am. The request from the organisers to not arrive until 1 hour before your race made perfect sense to me, but I was in great danger of pre-race fettling the bike, which was already in perfect working order, as a distraction. That never ends well, so I’d packed the van and set off at a gentle pace, aiming to make the journey take just the right amount of time to get there with the full hour to get myself set up and have a mooch around the race course.
I eventually turned up at the race site at 11.45 – a little bit more than an hour before my race, but (I hoped) acceptably close. Based on the cheerful and helpful way everyone greeted me, all was indeed acceptable.

I’d packed the rollers to warm up on (after realising that my new bike’s thru axles weren’t in anyway compatible with the old turbo trainer I had, the evening before!), but, after a quick wander around the course during the senior race, they were left in the van in favour of just getting the legs and lungs going while pre riding. It’s not often you get cx races dry enough to not have to worry about keeping the bikes clean, so making the most of it seemed to be the right thing to do.

A few laps under the belt and a few extra attempts at the little tricky sections on the route comfortably used up the pre race hour and brought me to the HUGE gridding area just in the nick of time. Social distancing was very much maintained as we lined up and I got to see who else was up for it.
Hitters everywhere.
I’d been gridded on the front row, which was nice, until I turned round to get the measure of who was around me only to see a sea of fast people all sensibly spaced but still very much lined up to chase me down. A moment of trepidation quickly melted away into a massive grin. Let’s do this, I thought to myself, as I turned my gaze back to the mapped out but empty course stretching ahead of me, like some sort of metaphor for the season to come.
I felt quite pround of that metaphor for a bit, until I realised it was rubbish and concentrated getting myself ready for the first starting whistle of the season instead.

Any pre race planning about taking it a bit easier off the line as I wasn’t really warmed up ‘properly’, or that I should ‘learn’ the new bike a bit vanished in the first pedal stroke as we charged up the hill, gears clattering, lungs bursting, eyes wide for the slightest glimpse of an overtaking possibility. Within 10 seconds CX season was utterly upon every one us and we were all utterly engrossed. The starting whistle hadn’t even stopped sounding and the season was already brilliant.

Pic by Jacqui “already raced, now cheering and taking pics” Simcock

Time trialling is, in it’s own way, a very good way to test yourself on a bike and have fun exploring your limits and I’ve quite enjoyed the few I’ve done this year, but it took all of about 3 corners, swapping places, searching for the limits of grip side by side, flicking left and right through the tight corners (flicking the shifter the wrong way and getting bogged down in a huge gear by mistake every now and again, whoops! I’ll get the hang of these new shifters eventually!) to realise that cross is just the best thing since sliced bread.

Pic by Jacqui “already raced, now cheering and taking pics” Simcock

The race was, frankly, brilliant from start to finish. OK so I managed to crash (I had to work on it though!) and lose a bit of time but I – and I think everyone else around me – crossed the finish line grinning from ear to ear. Dusty, sweaty and absolutely buzzing. It probably showed.

Pic by Bernard Marsden

It barely seemed to matter what place I’d finished in, as just to have the chance to race was enough, but I was happy with 4th on the day (like I say, hitters everywhere!). By the last lap or two I’d really started to find that race rhythm that becomes second nature by mid season, I’d got to grips with the bike’s handling and – not that I’d really suffered much from any lack of enthusiasm beforehand – was completely back on board with getting fitter and faster for the races to come.

Ladies and gentlemen, the season has begun, I have checked, and it is good! 🙂

Huge HUGE thanks to everyone involved in putting the race on – organisers deserve massive amounts of thanks at the best of times, to put on something during this crazy period deserves even more. You’ve proved it can work and work really well – respect! 🙂

September 13, 2020

Uncompetitive competitiveness

Filed under: Uncategorized — dgpowell @ 9:34 pm

Last weekend saw me do what will probably be the last TT of the year. I’d done a 50 (and got a PB of 1hr 50min), then done a 10 (and got a PB of 20min 27sec), so it seemed fitting to give the NLTTA 25 champs a go.

I wasn’t sure about getting a PB on the course chosen for it – the route around Winmarleigh was undulating in places and windswept along the coast in others – but it’s still racing, so it’s still fun, right?
As ever, I’d set myself up to be uncompetitive by doing it on the road bike with it’s clip on areo bars. Lining up the greatest excuse of them all in advance, really. Good job I did, too, as the first thing the timekeeper at the start said to me was “You’ll not get a more still day on the coast than this. Perfect conditions.” My back up excuse was out of the window.

The ride went pretty nicely really. I got into a rhythm and sat there quite comfortably, despite the best lumpy bumpy country roads trying to fire me off the bike at times (don’t think I was alone in getting backed about over the potholes and subsidence!). I slightly misjudged how far it was to the finish line and set about a final flourish for the last mile, at a higher speed, with about 200ft to go (doh!) but other than that, it was just a nice feeling, solid ride. Not too much suffering, just a high but sustainable tempo.
I was delighted to find that I’d got the PB I wasn’t sure about – by a minute, finishing in 56min 49sec. A clean sweep of PBs in all the TTs I’d done. Ace.
Just as ace was the result – 6th overall (from more than 100 entrants) and 1st V40. Happy days!

Using 1st gear to it’s fullest, up Trooper Lane.

This weekend saw the return of doing an “event”. One where other people are also there, unlike the comparative isolation in a TT. Not a race as such, so not “competitive”, just a good hard day out with other people (all socially distanced and following all the required guidelines, of course). Phil, Dave and me headed over to Yorkshire (via costa coffee) for the Ronde van Calderdale – a sportive that should have taken place during the cobbled classics season in the spring, delayed until now (as the cobbled classics have been, coincidentally).
The sun shone, the temperature rose enough for everyone to pretend it was summer again and everyone just sat back and took it easy on all the cobbled climbs because we’re not a competitive bunch. No siree. Not at all. Ahem.
Just hurtling about the place up hill and down dale on the road bike on a nice (and windy…) day is a joyous thing to share with people, especially if you can spend a big chunk of the day doing it until your legs protest and the idea of sitting around drinking beer takes over. It was great to get an event like that in, this year. A result in itself.

The headwinds weren’t too pleasant, but there was still much fast decending to be done.

And now, with any luck, we can start looking forward to come cyclocross. Maybe. Hopefully. You never know. Etc.

August 16, 2020

Less is more

Filed under: Uncategorized — dgpowell @ 6:36 pm

Another TT this weekend. A straight, simple, not “SPOCO” (ie hilly), not hill climb, flat out TT.

Well, I say not hilly. Lots of people go enter TTs on this particular course because it’s a great big cheat of a route. You start about 120ft higher up than you finish. The first half mile or so is, lets not beat around the bush here, a descent. As I’d not raced it before I worked on the assumption that I’d be getting a PB on the night simply because the only other TTs of the same length that I’d done were ‘club’ ones on much faffier (and flatter!) courses. I decided to pay no attention to the time and just look at my power instead.

Perhaps stupidly I’d not armed up particularly well, so I suffered a bit getting my HR up and never really got on top of the effort. I also suffered a bit with my gears…in so much that I didn’t have any big enough for the first mile (I mean really, I was spinning out 52×11 and hitting 40mph, that’s just daft!), so I literally couldn’t get lots of power out!
Yes, there were some slight traffic issues – the rider in front of me was going slower and built up a bit of a jam behind them, which I caught up to and then got stuck with until the drivers learned to overtake – but nothing that would really cause anyone to write the evening’s ride off, it just meant I was spinning when I should have been thrashing out the mega watts 😀

Depiste not feeling “on it”, not having big enough gears for the downhill (I’m calling it that from now on), the mini traffic jam and almost going the wrong way at the finish – the finish being down (yes, down again) a slip road, which i only noticed about half a second before missing the turning, thankfully there wasn’t anyone behind me as I made my last minute course correction! – I pushed out the same wattage as I did in last year’s “clubs 10”.
On that occasion I’d felt good and thought I’d put a good solid effort in, this time I knew I was down on power and not yet at race fitness, which is a nice positive to take from it!

Oh and yes, I did get a PB, by over 2 minutes. Still not buying a TT bike though.

Pic by Ellen (who I didn’t spot on the night!)
And no, I’m not actually as fat as that picture suggests. Honestly. I’ve no idea why I look like a barrel bellied porker! ?

As always, big thanks to Lee at Transition MTB Coaching – he knows what he’s doing, even when I don’t!

August 3, 2020

Something happened!

Filed under: Uncategorized — dgpowell @ 11:58 am

Well, after several months of no racing (apart from pretend races against imaginary people while training, who I always beat…), last weekend saw a competitive event take place 🙂

After having it pointed out to me, I couldn’t resist entering the NLTTA 50 Championships. They might lack the explosivity (and you could argue the handling…) required for ‘cross, but there is a nice simply purity to the suffering involved and, as we all know, you (well, I) can’t train as hard as you can race. So my name went in the hat and got pulled out along with 119 others. Happy days!

I dug out the posh road bike the week before and reattached the aero bars, snuck out and put some effort in for 25miles, to see if I could even ledal in the bent double, hunched up position after months and months of not trying to get aero. I managed it and (ahem, thanks Lee) got some decent power out of my legs even though I was obviously less effieicnet in the untrained stance. I wasn’t 100% comfortable but given the lack of preperation I was happy enough.
I think, and I know this seemes a little odd, I’d missed the pre race faff almost as much as the event. The simplicity of getting the legs fresh in the run up to the event, getting race day kit together, working out timings in my head about when to be where/what to have with me, what contingencies to plan for. Making race day as structured as possible can be very cathartic and, by the time I actually rolled up to the start line I was wonderfully relaxed. 🙂

The actual event went pretty well. Yes, there were the “classic TT excuses” to deal with – held up in traffic on the one narrow section of the course, more slow traffic on the roundabouts, visor fogging up in the (lashing down!) rain and so on and so forth, but I held a relatively steady power / heart rate for the first 30 or so miles and didn’t panic when my rhythm got messed up by the aforementioned traffic and I ended up having to do a series of mid TT sprints to reaccelerate after negotiating the Sunday drivers. I wasn’t able to settle back into the steady state I’d had before, but the final 20 miles weren’t awful and I finished in a decent enough 1hr 50mins with a nice new power PB for the first 90mins, despite not being used to riding on the aero bars. Can’t be disgruntled with that!


Next up is the NLTTA 10 in a couple of weeks. A few adjustments to the bike needed after they made themselves
uncomfortably noticable (saddle position and the like, nothing drastic) and hopefully a chance to get another nice power PB to make the summer of training despite all the lockdown issues feel even more worthwhile 🙂

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