Saturday, 13 February 2016


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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Three Peaks again....

I must be off my rocker eight times now I have dragged my cake laden body round the hill's of Yorkshire. Obsessive you might say ? Possibly but I certainly love the race. Needless to say I'll be back next year spending far to much time thinking about landcrusers, gearing and getting under 4 hours 
       Never will the weather be as perfect as was on the day. A real contrast to 2012 when I smashed the top tube on the bike, punctured twice, waded through waist deep water and was nearly blown from the top of each peak, that was proper rain too.
        It was a trouble free run round the route, yes I plodded up all 3 climbs and people marched past me. Had a nice chat with Shaggy then actually proper raced down the down bits and made all the time back again. Did a over the bars on boggy bit but that happens each year anyway. All done and dusted at 4h7min a PB so I was home in time for cake and tea. Found this rather good photo on the web page to buy. Happy days all round.

Monday, 28 September 2015

Three Peaks for beginners

I wrote this for my running club blog. I'm hoping Piers will pipe up with a report from the quicker end of the field. A little about one of the daftest rides in the world...

I'm not bragging or anything but would just like to mention 'the hardest cyclocross race in the world'. For anyone not familiar with The Peaks, the race makes little sense. It makes little sense to those that are.

It goes back to 1961, long before mountain bikes were a twinkle in the eye. Cyclocross bikes: they're a bit like road bikes with chunkier tyres, slightly beefier frames and lower gears. They are an utterly unsuitable vehicle for travelling the slopes of Ingleborough, Whernside and Pen-y-ghent.

In recent years runner Rob Jebb has made it his own, winning 11 of the last 16 events. It's a ride that suits fell runners — several of the elite of English champs were on the start-line, together with ex World Cup champ MTBer Tim Gould ...and me. No fear of troubling the leader board, but it's an absolute treat just to turn up and ride. I say 'ride' but there's a lot of carrying.

So anyways, Ingleborough is mostly a brutal and steep climb via Simon Fell, suited to knotty runner's calfs, followed by a moorland traverse to the top. Dib in, turn around and after a tricky running section through the rocks to leave the summit and then a fast and rutted grassy descent (wrong bike) to Cold Cotes and the first of the road sections (wrong bike again) through to the next climb of Whernside. This is mostly rocky steps and the reverse of the descent on the fell
race. Dib on the top and then the trickiest section of the whole race, down to the iconic Ribblehead viaduct familiar to all steam enthusiasts. Flags, drainage bars, rutted moorland tussocks and lots of rocks doing their best to attract punctures (wrong bike).

More road down to Horton and the out and back climb of Pen-y-ghent. A bent rear mech by now making a nuisance of itself all the way down the road, the final hill taking a long time to draw close. Tired now and even the tiny road climbs are tempting cramp.

Because this last hill is out and back you get the extra pleasure of seeing the fast folk flying down towards you as you're suffering like a dog on the way up. Cowbells, whistles shouts of 'rider up, keep left!' raise your game was a lot quieter when I came down and the support had mostly gone home. Hit the road for the final couple of miles into the finish and both legs lock solid with cramp. Stretch, no that doesn't work. Pedal, no that hurts. Soft pedal, sort of works. It passes and eventually I'm back, just sneaking under 5h for a pretty mediocre performance. Still, top 500 In The World!

38 miles (4 classed as unrideable, I'm asking for a recount) 5000' of climbing. 2 litres, 3 gels, a 9-bar and half a squashed banana.

An utterly, utterly unique event.

Sunday, 16 August 2015

VeloCake 2015/16 Season kit.


The time has arrived, after 2 years in the wilderness we are relaunching the VeloCake performance athletic apparel programme.

In layman's terms, that's new jerseys and shorts.

Yes you read that right, VeloCake jerseys are BACK!

These two aren't professional models, it's Tom and Jon.

The Details.

  1. Choose your clothing at custom clothing section.
  2. Submit your order to 
  3. Pay us money
  4. sit back and wait.
  5. receive jersey, wear jersey, look amazing.
Be a winner! it's what you deserve.

it really is as easy as that.

small print: be aware the prices on Endura site DO NOT include VAT.

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Thursday, 13 August 2015


Can you feel it?

It's in the air.  Something is coming, something cakey, something VeloCakey.

19.00 Sunday 16 08 15


Saturday, 23 May 2015

Cycling Weakly - the mighty Fred Whitton

One wet Sunday I rode around most of the hills in the Lake District. It was horrible, it was brilliant. 112 miles and around 13,000 feet of climbing with all your old favourites – Kirkstone Pass, Honister, Newlands, Whinlatter, Cold Fell, Hard Knott (spit), Wrynose.

Even the hills that don’t get a billing are way bigger than anything we have around here. Billed as “Britain’s hardest sportive”, we shared the road with around 2000 other cyclists through some pretty foul weather. Back at the start of the year I said to James: "do you fancy a bike ride?" Almost immediately: "Yes, what is it?".

We both entered the ballot and got a place, only I forgot to get mine back in time like some kind of b*ll-end, leaving James high and dry. Basically a non-cyclist was aiming to get round the toughest non-race race the UK could offer. Big ask.

Undeterred we cracked on with the training, and countless laps of Frodsham Hill followed, along with Kelsall's German Walls and whatever other pimples our corner of North Cheshire could muster. In the process ultra-James turning himself from a downhill princess to a nimble, swift descender. Fair play. I managed to get a cancellation place a few days before. Back on.

Special mention also to my 'retired' running club mate Adair – finally persuaded him to have a crack the day before - woke up 3am, drove up, bashed both our times, quick pie and peas, home again that afternoon. Esprit de VeloCake. The cakes were good too.