‘Twas the night before…

By James S

PlaneAfter a long day’s travelling the C2C team are now tucked up in bed preparing for the challenge ahead. An early start from a very busy Gatwick entailed a long bus transfer to our ‘upgraded’ plane. Apparently they had a significant cargo load today that required a larger plane and scrambling an alternative crew – something to do with bike boxes! Continue reading “‘Twas the night before…”

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At the Turning of the Year

By James T

Between Winchester and Stockbridge lies the well-known, if portentously-named, Farley Mount: a mini-mecca for local astronomers, walkers and, yes, cyclists.  For the Winchester-based members of our group, removed by the M3 from the delights of the hills and thrills of the Meon Valley, Farley Mount has been a regular feature of our training, our Strava PBs for its various segments gradually improving with the miles in the saddle. Continue reading “At the Turning of the Year”

Stanford and The Devil’s Slide Ride

By Barney

It has been an amazing six weeks. The genesis was a dinner conversation with a friend who’d been here to Stanford last year. He raved about the Stanford Executive Program. Intrigued, I investigated further and liked what I saw. With the support of both my family and my boss I went ahead and applied, thinking nothing further would come of it. Continue reading “Stanford and The Devil’s Slide Ride”

Dartmoor Classic Sportive

By Geoff

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When I entered postcode EX1 into the Satnav and saw that the 2.5hr drive there was the same distance as the planned ride the following day, I did start to wonder what Simon had signed us up to. The Dartmoor Classic was for us an experiment in what a 7 hour+ day on the bike does to the body in the baking sun. Chris and Barney had both checked out the route and had left the country in blatant ride avoidance! Continue reading “Dartmoor Classic Sportive”

Homemade Hilly Hundred

By James Co

IMG_13747.30am sharp (well, dribs and drabs, actually) fourteen of us reported to Mrs S’ kitchen for porridge and coffee. The chill was fading as we set off, a little later than planned, for our own re-creation of the Hampshire Hilly 100, ably guided by James S to the fore and Geoff “don’t worry about turning the walkie talkie on” Smailes as tail-end-Charlie. Inevitably, the tail end promptly got lost! Continue reading “Homemade Hilly Hundred”