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mark williamson
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Hi all,
I've been riding since last summer, and have spent a lot of time since
then hanging out on these forums learning stuff and chatting with
people. Thought I'd share my experiences during an experimental ride
yesterday. I'd be interesting to see if anyone else has done similar
rides, although I'm sure many others have done far more extreme stuff
Yesterday I did my longest ride ever - 10 miles "competing" in a
university bicycle timetrial. I'd never ridden any kind of timetrial
before - even on a bike - so doing it for the first time on a uni
(whilst riding a long distance by road for the first time) was quite
scary. The contestants ranged from the super-serious with carbon fibre
bikes and teardrop helmets, through to random street / mountain bikes
who just fancied a long ride, with the slowest riders being myself and
a friend (probably - we may have come ahead of some bikes who didn't
finish ;-)) on our unis.
I was riding a Nimbus 29er (which has an enormous Big Apple tyre, 125mm
cranks), my friend had some kind of 28-inch from UDC with a skinny tyre
and shorter cranks (115, I think).
The ride was 10 miles along a single carriageway road, quite wide,
speed limit of 60mph. The road was not that busy - with cars, vans and
buses thundering past at high speed, we were grateful for that. Due to
there being racing bikes all over the place, the traffic was mostly
behaving quite carefully and passing at distance - many of the cars
passed fully on the opposite side of the road. Some tooted their horns
or waved in encouragement, whilst many of them just goggled on the way
past - unicyclists with race numbers on their backs are apparently
fairly uncommon.
I was allowed a standing start, holding onto one of the race marshals.
This favour is also offered to bicyclists so that they can engage their
toe-clips before the start. I'm not sure it gave me such a speed
advantage, but it avoided freemounting under pressure in front of a
large crowd ;-) I fell off for no obvious reason after about half a
mile, fortunately there were no cars / bicycles near me at the time.
After about a mile into the race, a path reappeared by the road, so I
decided to ride on that. It was fairly lumpy and slower to ride, and
it stopped suddenly after about 150m :-( I walked across the verge
back onto the road, found a gap in the traffic, freemounted and rode
off.
After about 3 miles there is a fairly steep hill to a bridge over the
motorway. Being up on a bridge above such an enormous road felt
strange, and a bit exposed. Fortunately I didn't have to deal with
much traffic on the bridge, which led out into an exposed straight,
with strongish gusts from the brisk wind. Riding from here on was
fairly "routine", with cars and racing bikes passing me periodically.
The racers gave shouts of support as they passed me in either
direction. Somewhat further down this road, my uni-ing friend passes
me - coming back. He's on the return leg of the course; he started a
minute before me, but has pulled out quite a lead. I notice he's
pedaling enormously quickly, wobbling alarmingly and is being overtaken
by both cars and bikes. Cars are overtaking me too at this point, so
there's a minute or so of surreal uni-induced traffic congestion until
we pass each other!
The half-way point itself is a large roundabout - I had been intending
to walk around it, but there were actually very few cars so I decided
to ride. I stayed close to the outside of the tarmac, signalling right
past the exists until I'd gone all the way round. The cars were very
considerate, although the slow speed of the uni seemed to mess up their
distance calculations - they gave way to me me even when they had
plenty of time to drive off. But maybe they just wanted to watch
It was nice to know I was finally heading back - it was many times
further than I'd ridden before in distance terms (although not
necessarily in terms of time).
The journey back was fairly uneventful, and I returned to the motorway
bridge without incident. The hill down from the bridge proved
something of a problem - the ground where I live is so flat that I'm
not used to controlling my speed on hills. I recovered twice whilst
there were cars passing me, but then unexpectedly I totally lost it
further down the slope - I flew down the middle of the carriageway,
landing on my right leg (which buckled, having been already weak, and
then exhausted from pedalling against the camber of the road) and then
skidding through the grit. I quickly got off the road, quite glad
there had been no cars nearby! I wouldn't have ridden the race if I
didn't think I could be safe among traffic, but this would have been
quite a dangerous fall if there had been other vehicles around.
I walked some way down the verge, pushing the Nimbus, allowing my leg
to recover. At the foot of the hill, I had space to freemount, and had
recovered enough to hop back on after a few attempts. I had 2-3 miles
left to ride. After getting back to pedalling, although I noticed
after a while that my right hand was covered with blood.
I was very glad to see the 1 mile post - it appeared unexpectedly, and
was very welcome encouragement. I passed the finish line to cheers
from cyclists and the other uni, as I was simultaneously overtaken by a
bicycle at extremely high speed. I'd ridden 10 miles, including a
period of 6-7 miles non-stop. My friend had finished in 59 minutes, my
time being 10-15 minutes longer (we don't have the full results yet).
I would have liked to be faster, but didn't fancy pedalling so fast,
especially whilst sharing the road with motor vehicles.
All that remained was to get home and find a pub. We'd arrived in the
race-organisers car. We hoped to get home by a public bus... hoping
that we'd be allowed to take our unicycles onboard! We stood for 15
mins in a partially-wrecked bus shelter, hiding from the biting wind as
best we could. The bus driver had, in fact, passed us both during the
day since we'd been riding on his route. He was friendly, and let us
carry the unis on board and took us back to central Cambridge, and the
highest density of pubs per square mile in the whole of the UK
Although all of me ached, and the cuts and grazes needed cleaning up,
neither of us had sustained any major injury. The ride was great fun
and I'd love to try it again some time. Probably not for quite a
while, though ;-) Maybe next time I'll take a coker!
Mark
--
mark williamson
Dave: Just a question. What use is a unicyle with no seat? And no
pedals!
Mark: To answer a question with a question: What use is a skateboard?
Dave: Skateboards have wheels.
Mark: My wheel has a wheel!
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I've been riding since last summer, and have spent a lot of time since
then hanging out on these forums learning stuff and chatting with
people. Thought I'd share my experiences during an experimental ride
yesterday. I'd be interesting to see if anyone else has done similar
rides, although I'm sure many others have done far more extreme stuff
Yesterday I did my longest ride ever - 10 miles "competing" in a
university bicycle timetrial. I'd never ridden any kind of timetrial
before - even on a bike - so doing it for the first time on a uni
(whilst riding a long distance by road for the first time) was quite
scary. The contestants ranged from the super-serious with carbon fibre
bikes and teardrop helmets, through to random street / mountain bikes
who just fancied a long ride, with the slowest riders being myself and
a friend (probably - we may have come ahead of some bikes who didn't
finish ;-)) on our unis.
I was riding a Nimbus 29er (which has an enormous Big Apple tyre, 125mm
cranks), my friend had some kind of 28-inch from UDC with a skinny tyre
and shorter cranks (115, I think).
The ride was 10 miles along a single carriageway road, quite wide,
speed limit of 60mph. The road was not that busy - with cars, vans and
buses thundering past at high speed, we were grateful for that. Due to
there being racing bikes all over the place, the traffic was mostly
behaving quite carefully and passing at distance - many of the cars
passed fully on the opposite side of the road. Some tooted their horns
or waved in encouragement, whilst many of them just goggled on the way
past - unicyclists with race numbers on their backs are apparently
fairly uncommon.
I was allowed a standing start, holding onto one of the race marshals.
This favour is also offered to bicyclists so that they can engage their
toe-clips before the start. I'm not sure it gave me such a speed
advantage, but it avoided freemounting under pressure in front of a
large crowd ;-) I fell off for no obvious reason after about half a
mile, fortunately there were no cars / bicycles near me at the time.
After about a mile into the race, a path reappeared by the road, so I
decided to ride on that. It was fairly lumpy and slower to ride, and
it stopped suddenly after about 150m :-( I walked across the verge
back onto the road, found a gap in the traffic, freemounted and rode
off.
After about 3 miles there is a fairly steep hill to a bridge over the
motorway. Being up on a bridge above such an enormous road felt
strange, and a bit exposed. Fortunately I didn't have to deal with
much traffic on the bridge, which led out into an exposed straight,
with strongish gusts from the brisk wind. Riding from here on was
fairly "routine", with cars and racing bikes passing me periodically.
The racers gave shouts of support as they passed me in either
direction. Somewhat further down this road, my uni-ing friend passes
me - coming back. He's on the return leg of the course; he started a
minute before me, but has pulled out quite a lead. I notice he's
pedaling enormously quickly, wobbling alarmingly and is being overtaken
by both cars and bikes. Cars are overtaking me too at this point, so
there's a minute or so of surreal uni-induced traffic congestion until
we pass each other!
The half-way point itself is a large roundabout - I had been intending
to walk around it, but there were actually very few cars so I decided
to ride. I stayed close to the outside of the tarmac, signalling right
past the exists until I'd gone all the way round. The cars were very
considerate, although the slow speed of the uni seemed to mess up their
distance calculations - they gave way to me me even when they had
plenty of time to drive off. But maybe they just wanted to watch
It was nice to know I was finally heading back - it was many times
further than I'd ridden before in distance terms (although not
necessarily in terms of time).
The journey back was fairly uneventful, and I returned to the motorway
bridge without incident. The hill down from the bridge proved
something of a problem - the ground where I live is so flat that I'm
not used to controlling my speed on hills. I recovered twice whilst
there were cars passing me, but then unexpectedly I totally lost it
further down the slope - I flew down the middle of the carriageway,
landing on my right leg (which buckled, having been already weak, and
then exhausted from pedalling against the camber of the road) and then
skidding through the grit. I quickly got off the road, quite glad
there had been no cars nearby! I wouldn't have ridden the race if I
didn't think I could be safe among traffic, but this would have been
quite a dangerous fall if there had been other vehicles around.
I walked some way down the verge, pushing the Nimbus, allowing my leg
to recover. At the foot of the hill, I had space to freemount, and had
recovered enough to hop back on after a few attempts. I had 2-3 miles
left to ride. After getting back to pedalling, although I noticed
after a while that my right hand was covered with blood.
I was very glad to see the 1 mile post - it appeared unexpectedly, and
was very welcome encouragement. I passed the finish line to cheers
from cyclists and the other uni, as I was simultaneously overtaken by a
bicycle at extremely high speed. I'd ridden 10 miles, including a
period of 6-7 miles non-stop. My friend had finished in 59 minutes, my
time being 10-15 minutes longer (we don't have the full results yet).
I would have liked to be faster, but didn't fancy pedalling so fast,
especially whilst sharing the road with motor vehicles.
All that remained was to get home and find a pub. We'd arrived in the
race-organisers car. We hoped to get home by a public bus... hoping
that we'd be allowed to take our unicycles onboard! We stood for 15
mins in a partially-wrecked bus shelter, hiding from the biting wind as
best we could. The bus driver had, in fact, passed us both during the
day since we'd been riding on his route. He was friendly, and let us
carry the unis on board and took us back to central Cambridge, and the
highest density of pubs per square mile in the whole of the UK
Although all of me ached, and the cuts and grazes needed cleaning up,
neither of us had sustained any major injury. The ride was great fun
and I'd love to try it again some time. Probably not for quite a
while, though ;-) Maybe next time I'll take a coker!
Mark
--
mark williamson
Dave: Just a question. What use is a unicyle with no seat? And no
pedals!
Mark: To answer a question with a question: What use is a skateboard?
Dave: Skateboards have wheels.
Mark: My wheel has a wheel!
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