I was really keen to get one more race in before the end of the season, continuing my good race run before hunkering down for the winter and working more on the turbo trainer than the trails, so I was stoked to see round 4 of the Welsh Enduro Series still had places. Also having never ridden at Dyfi (pronounced Dovey) I was keen to get down there and check it out. The Welsh Enduro Series is organised by Mike Marsden who also runs the PMBA Series based in the North West of England and creeping over the border to Scotland. Having raced two rounds of the 2015 series I kinda knew what to expect.
A couple of my mates from Shropshire were in attendance for race day, Ben and Coop, three lads that did well at the Mini Enduro at FOD in October. Could we all get a good result here also?
On the run up to the weekend the weather had been horrendous, the wind had been gusting upto 80mph in places and the forecast for Friday and Saturday included snow! As I drove into Wales on Saturday morning there was a consistent dusting of snow on the high ground but it was clear and dry. I was meeting Coop at midday to take a steady pedal round, hoping the stages were marked out by the time we arrived. It was good to spend time with Coop for several reasons, he had been to Dyfi before so knew his way around, and he is a very capable rider, so I was keen to get his take on line choices. Everything was marked out, apart from some of the start and finish markers. Stage 1 was a horrendous pedalfest that was distinctly lacking in gravity. Stage 2 started with a wide rocky trail before disappearing into the dark of the Dyfi woods, crossing a few fire roads and including another rocky trail before finishing back in the woods. Stage 3 was more undulating off piste action with some inventive options for line choices, a pedally mid section before a very steep off piste finish. stage 4 was another established trail centre segment that had some brutal jagged rocks and meant hitting your lines was essential. In total the loop was 12.7 miles with 2,670ft of climbing.
Race day started at 6am when I woke up to the sound of rattling inside my part converted camper van, the rattling was caused by my violent shivvering rocking the van and rattling some unused coat hangers. Overnight the temperature had dropped to -2 degrees and my 3 season sleeping bag and flimsy duvet just didn’t cut the mustard. Just after I donned a layer of thermals and rolled over to get another hour’s shut eye, the organisers arrived to set up the registration area right next to my van, so I conceded defeat and got myself up. I made it to the front of the registration queue and chose a midday start time, plenty of time to guide Ben round all four stages.
Returning from my second 12 mile loop of the weekend I quickly changed clothes, washed off the moving parts on the bike and threw a banana and Jaffa Cakes down my neck before saddling back up for the race loop. The climb to Stage 1 was brutal; Nearly 2 miles and 1,000ft of height gained, I was determined to just chill and spin it out at a nice steady pace. Such is the beauty of the grassroots events that transitions and stage start times are very relaxed. Stage 1 went pretty well except the lack of power towards the end of the stage. It was brutally pedally, the seatpost was up and the legs were cranking away as much as I could manage, I had left a decent gap between the rider in front of me but still caught him before the end of the stage, luckily he was really switched on and got right out of the way so I wasn’t impeded. Cheers buddy. I finished the stage completely breathless and legs burning. I had gone balls out as I knew it would be a big contributor towards doing well or not in the overall result, but hoped it wouldn’t be to the detriment of my ability to race the other stages.
The transition to S2 was the shortest of the day, a good job really as my legs were really feeling the effect of S1. Stage 2 started with a fast rocky trail that took balls to stay off the brakes, if you crashed here at speed you would certainly break something! You then had to take a bit of speed off before disappearing into the darkness with mud and slippery off camber roots. The lines from Saturday had disappeared in a carpet of gloopy mud, it had even evolved since the practise run in the morning. Holding your line was pretty much impossible and I was frustratedly dabbing and scooting in a desperate bid to stay on the bike. I survived and finished strongly by overtaking two of the Shropshire lads. One was struggling to get used to his new forks, and Ben had gone offline and had to push back up to the trail. That was two relatively clean runs and I was feeling good. I knew everyone would struggle with the mud so it was a relatively level playing field.
It was a bit of a climb up to Stage 3 and a couple of the lads were dejected at their performance in S2, they knew that just a few seconds lost on one stage could make the difference in the overall result. We expected S3 to be as gloopy as S2, but nothing really prepared us for what lay ahead. Ben unfortunately snapped his chain just 20m into the stage so had to run and pump to finish. Aaron Gwin he was not! I was slow and steady, trying to stay on the pedals and put a clean run together, but this worked against me when I reached a particularly deep patch of mud that needed some momentum to get through unscathed. I ended up on my side and struggling for grip just to stand up let alone pedal forward. With Ben now behind me and shouting for me to get up I battled as hard as I could to get back on the bike and stay ahead, luckily the flat pedally part of the stage was just ahead and by pedalling and pumping through the puddles I was able to pull clear of Ben. The final steep descent looked like a landslide had hit, where 200+ riders had slipped, skidded and slided (not a word!) down to the finish. With my Magic Mary fully loaded with mud I had little traction but somehow managed to complete the race without ending up back on my arse or face. I was disappointed that my game plan of slow and steady but maintaining the flow wasn’t working out, but I knew that a lot of the course was unrideable to the average Joe so I must have done better than others.
Anyway I had to just put it all behind me and concentrate on the draining, lengthy climb to the start of Stage 4. By this time I was feeling pretty weak. It was clear to me that 36 miles in a race weekend was too much for my level of fitness, so I took my time, ate some Tangfastics and snorted the last of the water out of my Camelbak. I was excited for S4, not only because I knew it was all on hard packed trail centre surface, but because I was exhausted and just wanted to finish, get some warm clothes on and get to the butty wagon. I was also a little apprehensive as I knew that there were some nasty rocks out there and I hadn’t been down the stage at full chat before. I gave myself a few minutes to get my composure before setting off. There were a few gnarly sections in the trees before the trail came out to the open hillside, I felt a bit squirrely on my back end over one of the rocky drops and it nearly sent me into a tree at the side of the trail. I managed to hold on and ride it out but immediately felt the tell tale sign of a rear flat tyre. I was gutted. I can only put it down to carrying a bit more pace and being so fatigued I was less active on the bike and ended up hitting a sharp rock with a little more force than I had on previous runs. There was no way I was going to sit by the trail and try to put a tube in so I proceeded to run down the rest of the stage to the finish. Much to the amusement of some hecklers lining part of the trail.
I knew the puncture would put me out of contention for a decent overall time, but I was keen to see how I had done in the first three stages. When the results came out later that evening I was relatively happy to see that I was consistently 20th out of 52 finishers in each of the first three stages, but finished 47th overall. On the back of my previous results I had hoped for top third (<33%), but in a relatively small Masters category, 20th out of 52 would have put me in the 38% bracket. Ben did a great job on the final stage, finishing 7th. Overall that put him in 21st. Not bad considering two ruined stages due to a snapped chain and a big off.
That’s it now for races in 2015, I will be hitting the gym hard and training on the bike as much as I can in order to hit the ground running in March 2015.
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