One day, two years ago… I rode all the trail centres in mid and south Wales in 24 hours. I started at Nant yr Arian, and went south.
When I got to the Whites climb I had been on the go for sixteen hours, it was dark, raining, and i had started to hallucinate. It was the lowest point in all the rides i’d ever done, bordering on crying and giving up. And I’m sure the killer clowns we stalking me.
I’ve ridden the whites probably some 50 times, some slow, some casual, some mega rapido, but that is my lasting memory.
It was a classic climb, and reminds me of first moving to south Wales and meeting some great people, particularly the chap I spent 24 hours with in a van, and on those welsh trails, eating cake, flinging tea bags, and having mini mental breakdowns.