Rambly ride report, half for my own benefit looking back on it....
So after scrounging together two spare tyres from the cellar to replace the damaged ones that had been living on the rims for the last few years undetected, I got to the start of the Lumpy Bannock in Porty feeling nervous but ready to go!
(At this point I haven't ridden 20 miles in one go for at least a year, in fact I think I've only done about one 50 mile ride since the kids were born in 2016...)
Immediately hit a niggle as I spotted a wobble in the front wheel after putting the bike together. I'm sure that wasn't there on the midweek shakedown... but no problem, there were ten minutes to snug up a couple of spokes, right..?
PING... oh, that nipple was seized pretty bad, I guess I need to try the next one over... PING!
After breaking two spokes I put the spoke tool down, and wondered if I really had to DNS my glorious return to brevet riding. But the wheel (which came from a 2000s-era Croix de Fer) had about 360 spokes, so I figured what the heck it was worth a try. (But now of course it had such a bad wobble that I felt obliged to mention it to everyone and make excuses!)
IDK how many riders there were, I think there was a 100k at the same time so maybe a dozen? We set off with a bang out the main road towards Sheriffhall, over the roundabout and down the A7 for a while. The traffic was OK, it was actually more dodgy north of Sheriffhall where I thought it would be chilled, and more patient on the A7 out of town.
Initially I was keeping up with the group (such as it was) but this level of effort was way beyond what I could manage for any length of time, so I just quietly let everyone ride off into the distance as we started climbing away towards Innerleithen.
I do at least have a good idea of how (bad) my power output is and settled on 200W as a good climbing target over the granites. The descents were fast and fun, but you can't descend fast enough in real life to compensate for being slow going up! I did catch up with a few riders (including bill who I never met IRL before) on the way to Inners.
I knew with weak legs and a hefty paunch that it was important to minimise time off the bike, so just grabbed a cake from the bakers and bounced on towards Mountbenger. Most riders had a more civilised stop, and I think I was temporarily towards the front of the course at this point.
Anyway, the winch over to the Gordon Arms was not too painful except that I had to drop down to my lowest gear at one point which boded horribly for later in the day. (Afterwards, Strava revealed that it took 33 minutes compared to my PR of 22 minutes...)
Just at the crest of the hill a few of the faster riders were catching up with me, but I left them behind dropping towards the valley floor, and had a great time buzzing down the Yarrow valley (nobody caught up until Caddonfoot, where I had to stop after I managed to get my water bladder hose tangled in my chain!)
That was the first 3.5 hours / 85k of the ride and about where the type 1/2 fun stopped and the type 3 fun began! I had forgotten how much neck strength you need to keep your head up on a fast recumbent, because I guess I acquired it slowly in the past. For the next 7 hours I would need to support my head with one hand or the other intermittently in a kind of reverse Shermer's neck situation.
Besides that, the limitations of the bike gearing were going to really hurt. Before we had kids I weighed 30kg less than today (urgh!) and had a healthy 4.5W/kg to play with. Can't quite make 2.5W/kg any more, so as I had plenty of free time for thinking during the appalling climbing efforts I realised that's like having to push a 25t chainring for the same effort you used to enjoy on a 45t.
Anyway, there was a short but unpleasant climb in the scorching sun from Clovenfords to Stow where I stopped generously for water & ice lolly. The climb out of Stow was virtually impossible but at least the descent was wide open and snappy. It took half an hour to cover the five miles to Lauder :(
From Lauder to Duns was fine riding, a few ups and downs but manageable gradient and fantastic weather, though my legs were now absolutely fried and I only averaged 150W on the climb up from Thirlestane castle. At one temporary roadworks I hit a boulder and pinch flatted the front wheel, and it felt like a welcome 5 minute reprieve to get off the bike and fix it. Luckily I was not going full gas, so I had time to stop before losing steerage.
Back in 2016 I had a big splashdown at nearly 30mph on a front flat, maybe there's something to be said for road tubeless after all :/
Anyway, by now most riders were ahead of me I think, but I did catch up with a few in Duns on a more leisurely schedule than my body allowed. I had to scrounge a pump because mine had somehow been lost between the flat and the next control, leaving me a bit on edge! Banana milk, tangfastics and granola bars were taken on board at the co-op for the next leg over Crystal rig.
I'll be first in line for a memory wipe when the tech is available, but climbing over the rig was agonising and may as well have been walked (53 minutes to cover 5.4 miles). Then the descent is on very narrow, rougher roads so you're hanging out on the brake levers to avoid a darwin award. Still, at least it was all over bar the trip back through Haddington, right?
Wrong! There were still three -ish short and stiff climbs to cope with including one cold start immediately after a ford. The Strava segment names include "Vomit Valley", "Brunt divebomb" and "Starvation top".... at this point my weary soul had nearly expired with the kind of painful empty leggedness that I just don't remember having on any brevet before. Still somehow I crawled out of the Lammermuirs like a half dead thing and began the journey back towards Edinburgh.
At this point there was a bit of a headwind, which nobody on a recumbent welcomes either- even if it hurts less than on a normal bike. It felt like I was operating on half power, making just 130W for miles west of Haddington (in my outdated mental image, 250W is reliable all day, not burning the candles pace).
The last kilometres of a brevet always drag for me, whether it's a 100k or a 600k and this was no exception, but suddenly I was at the Asda jewel turnoff and reached the finish. Surprisingly it was an 11 hour ride, I guess because I spent so little time off the bike.
So yeah. And I already entered Moulin Moors 200 next month, which is a good thing because I might not have otherwise!