This is quite a lengthy blog about my adventure on the Kiwi Brevet 2015. I don't expect anyone to read it unless they are a close member of my family, an insomniac or someone reminiscing over or contemplating a similar adventure. If you fit into one of these categories, or just have nothing better to do, enjoy!
For anyone unfamiliar with the Kiwi Brevet, it’s an 1151km
unsupported ride around the top half of New Zealand’s South Island starting and
finishing in Blenheim with as much off-road riding as possible. It’s not officially
a race, but there is a time limit of eight and a half days. More details at http://kiwibrevet.blogspot.co.nz/
When I first heard about it, it all sounded a bit insane,
but these things have a habit of creeping from one part of the brain to
another, and when it turned out that I could take the time off work, the idea
of the Brevet crept from the “maybe one day” to the “oops I entered” nucleus.
There wasn’t a lot of time to train over long rides, but I
already had a reasonably solid base for XC racing. My efforts at the Tour de
Vineyards road stage race over New Year was certainly not a display of elite
road racing, but was a good chance to push the body for 5 consecutive days. We
(guidance from coach, Lisa Morgan) added a couple of longer MTB rides and a
long weekend doing the Waikakaho, Nydia Bay and Mount Robertson Tracks; and one
overnighter on the Rimutaka Rail Trail to test the camping gear and the bike
set up.
I had a problem with my brakes on the Monday four days
before my ferry sailing, so I took the bike into my LBS, AvantiPlus Kapiti. The
bike was all sorted ready to go a couple of days later, but I didn’t have time to pick it up until
Friday morning, a few hours before I had to leave. I was just about to load it
onto the car, when I noticed the pedal wobbling. Sam, the mechanic, had a look and found a
crack in the crank. I rushed home to get my spare cranks, and Sam fitted them
in record time with me buzzing around in the background anxiously. I hadn’t
been able to pack without the bike to pack things on to, so this left me about
20 minutes to stuff everything into the bike bags. I made it to the train station
somewhat flustered but with a couple of minutes to spare!
Stumpy fully loaded on the train to Wellington. |
Next drama: no EFTPOS on the train, so I had to be
accompanied to the ticket office at Wellington station to buy a ticket, already
cutting it fine for my 12:30 ferry check-in. Hopped onto the bike to ride
across the road to the ferry terminal, and uhoh... my cranks started shifting
about all over the place. A row of
cyclists, clearly Breveteers, were sitting outside the terminal, they must have
thought I was joking when I asked if any of them was a mechanic. I boarded the ferry and rang AvantiPlus Blenheim, where Bill
the owner agreed to meet me when I arrived at about 7 that night, which was a
huge relief.
The ferry had an unusually high proportion of lycra-clad
skinny middle-aged men and slightly younger generally slightly less skinny
bearded cyclists, which appear to be the two main Brevet demographies.
I caught up on a little sleep on the ferry and then got
recruited as an extra in a comedy series that was being filmed on board. It’s
called “Darryl” - talent scouts watch out for the blonde lady laughing through
the window!
As we pulled into Picton and headed downstairs towards
the vehicle decks, a couple of friendly chaps from Tauranga (Brett and Glen) saw my cycling
glasses and asked if I was doing the Brevet. They had a ute with space for an
extra body and bike, and kindly gave me a lift to Blenheim, which could have
been a painful ride with the cranks wobbling about.
At the holiday park in Blenheim, there were bikes all over
the place and I joined old friends and new over pizza at the pub. Bill
from AvantiPlus arrived to pick up my bike, had a quick look and said he’d fix it
in the morning. I was a little anxious to head to bed without knowing that the
bike was sorted, but little choice in the matter. “She’ll be right” I kept
telling myself and calmed my nerves with a cider.
Day One
Day One