I know crazy-legs has commented already;
Well that was suitably epic. Or daft.
Wind up on the tops was mental, could barely stand sometimes. I got blown over once on the climb of Whernside when the wind caught the bike. Had to make a wild dive after the bike to stop it disappearing down the hill.
My slowest time ever, partly cos of the conditions, partly just didn’t have anything in the legs.
Huge thanks to all the marshals, helpers & spectators for standing out in gale force winds and rain all day! There were still quite a lit of people coming up PyG as I was going down – I saw Chipps heading up – but by the time I’d got to the bottom I think they were stopping people from going up. The puddle half way along PyG lane went from being 18″ deep to being well over 3ft in the time it took me to go from bottom to top and back down again!
But that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done on a bike. That puddle wet my knees on the way up and wet my old lad on the way down. Epic I suppose, but I wanted someone to shoot me so I didn’t have to carry on.
