To think, the amount of times I've been to Norway now and I still had not seen the 'tourist' spots.
This was going to be different. We now had a camper.
A wrecked wheel, two dead tyres, three bust tubes, and one crazy day
You have no idea where you are. Getting cold. Starting to rain. Punctured and riding on the rim. You're heading for the nearest house and hoping they have a phone to call for help. Normal ending to a sportive?
Home is where the heart is
Sometimes you don't appreciate what is on your doorstep.
Two weeks. one van.
Imagine someone persuading you to run a 80km race off road with over 3km ascent. Imagine running that race with the longest training run being 8km long. That was my first ultra. See here. Just over a year later and I've ran the CCC. 101km with 6.1km ascent.
IT’S BETTER THE SECOND TIME
This was my second trip to Norway, just three weeks since the last.
Crack my nuts and then I’m away.
Racing XC is where it started for me when it comes down to riding single speed.
Cutting up the competition.
2013 was a bad year for racing and punctures. 2014 started well but that was soon to change.
Into Fred and Beyond
Rear wheel looking up. Arms cramping. No chance of stopping. Descending Wrynose Pass at 100miles in - and I wasn't anywhere near the KOM. Disappointing.