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European Randonnée from Germany to Italy

From: Rando Imperator [mailto:info@randoimperator.com]
Sent: 12 January 2017 06:27 PM
To: tet@telkomsa.net
Subject: Join the European Randonnée from Germany to Italy

Hi there, we’re the organizers of the ‘Rando Imperator’, the randonnée that starts from Munich (Germany) and arrives in Italy. It’s an ‘european’ randonnée as the route goes through four different countries: Germany, Austria, Switzerland and Italy.

No borders in Europe, for cyclists and everybody!

We would like to invite you to the third edition on Saturday and Sunday May 6 to 7, 2017. You can choose one of three routes: Munich-Ferrara (600km), Munich-Bozen (300km) and Bozen-Ferrara (300km). We ride along the bike path called ‘via Claudia Augusta’ across the Alps. Last year over 150 cyclists joined the event, this year we’d love to have more subscribes from all around the Europe.

You can feel the spirit of our randonnée reading here: http://witoor.com/en/registration-randonnee-rando-imperator-2017/

We would really appreciate your presence!

Thank you, and hope to see you soon.

Simone Dovigo

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Rando Imperator
6th-7th May, 2017
Cycling from Germany to Italy

The European Randonnée from Bavaria to Italy, across the Alps and through Austria. A journey by bike along the ancient Roman road “Via Claudia Augusta”.

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2016 Mille Miglia Report

by Wimpie van der Merwe

The Mille Miglia (Thousand Miler) is not called the toughest randonée in Europe for nothing. It is held once every four years.  This is a race or ride, depending how you approach the monster, where you climb 16,000m over 1,600 km in sweltering heat. Combine with that the fact that you have to navigate the whole distance mostly on your own for up to five days, whilst sleep-deprived. Add to that the factor that where you travel you are mostly not understood and neither do you understand the locals. Of the close to 600 entrants eventually 400 finished in the prescribed cut-off time of 140 hours.

PREPARATION

As in any event like this the preparation demands a multi-year cycling background and a focussed preparation of at least 8 months. Through Audax South Africa several long distance events are organised throughout the year to prepare body and mind for an event like this. You start with the kindergarten distance of 200 km, progressing rapidly to 300, 400, 600 and eventually to the mature 1,000 km rides. By now you know whether you are crazy enough to attempt an event like the ‘Thousand Miler’.

Only one South African has ridden the Mille Miglia before, in 2011, namely Chris van Zyl. He convinced me to join him in the fourth edition. Our preparation included the Cape 1000 in April 2016. I am fully convinced that to be successful in events like these you should have only 1 brain cell. Any additional cells would want to know why you do this and the first will not be able to answer them. During the Cape 1,000 we consciously tried not to entertain the ‘second brain cell’, because we were tested to our limits. It was an exceptional hard and thorough test of what was about to come during the 2016 Mille Miglia. Anyone ought to be able to complete these endurance events physically, but the challenge arises in the mental sphere. You cannot prepare for that, except to have tremendous respect for the distance and what lies ahead. Chris and I have found that once you become cocky and too self-confident you will pay your dues later!

Our preparation in the southern hemisphere meant going directly into the peak of summer from out of our cold and wet winters, with a difference of more than 20 C. Acclimatising to the hot weather before the time was impossible. Eventually it was this factor that affected me negatively the most during the ride. The gradient of some of the passes exceed the steepest climbs we have available to prepare on. You know you are in trouble when you have to zig-zag up the climbs because you have run out of gears. Gradients of up to 19% were not uncommon.

Both Chris and I are Paris-Brest-Paris anciennes (Ou Manne). This experience was put to good use in preparing for the event. We have a similar minimalist approach to carry-ons, meaning anything you carry with you for being self-reliant has to be the absolute minimum. Whatever you carry with you has to be multi-functional. You have to be prepared to take risks to leave something behind that you might need. You cannot over-cater for all events and ‘what ifs’.

Through experience you get to know what causes a panic when something goes wrong, especially when you are sleep deprived, hungry, thirsty and not sure whether you are on the right route. In cases like these when something goes wrong it can cause total meltdown and you abandoning the ride. This hierarchy of needs determines what you pack and what you leave. On top of our list was our need for battery power for navigation and communication. In the 2015 PBP event I wasted about 10 hours wandering around the French countryside because I did not have navigational equipment. This time both Chris and I bought 4 x 20,000 mA battery banks that would fulfil the need to keep our electronics charged. We ordered them through a mail order and it arrived just a day or two before departure. We only found out during the ride that they were Chinese duds and we were stuck to charging cell phones and Garmins at control points, slowing us down unnecessarily. Having navigation was non-negotiable. You thus needed to calculate at what point you have enough juice in the battery before continuing to the next control. It was an expensive lesson learnt.

Until just before the Miglia I was not on FaceBook. Friends convinced me to share the experience with a wider audience than just a Whatsapp group. Therefore I needed data communication and power to my phone whilst riding. Having the task of reporting whilst riding kept my sanity and helped to create memory markers along the way. Our experience is that the subconscious becomes so traumatised that it wilfully suppresses the experiences and in the process the history of the ride. Taking photos and looking at it later calls up the memories that I otherwise would not have remembered. The whole trip is a vague recollection. You were so involved in the inner conversation to maintain sanity during this period that you hardly had time to make provision for a chronological recollection of your experiences. Videos made during the ride will thus still be in my FB profile.

You do not enter an event like this with the possibility that equipment can fail. Have the best for the purpose. Best does not mean lightest, but the most durable. It should not be something that is so high-tech that you cannot repair it in the ride yourself, e.g. something as simple as replacing a spoke. If you have wheels where you need to do open heart surgery to access the nipples you should rather leave them behind and go ‘old school’.

A lesson well learnt was the choice of the correct saddle for events like these. It is not the ride itself that takes its toll on your south pole, but the daily hours in the saddle before the event. Once you are bruised or chafed you don’t have the luxury of laying off for a while. You have to repair whilst training. I therefore made a decision to stick my testosterone up somewhere and get myself a ‘lazy-boy’ saddle. It does not do my macho image any good, but towards the halfway mark of the rides I watch those guys with their macho lightweight carbon and leather saddles moving about as if they have ants in their pants. The saddle that suits you is the best find you can make for rides exceeding 5 hours at a time.

To successfully finish an event like the Mille Miglia you need to be a MacGyver, an innovator, someone who can improvise with nothing to repair something. You have to think out of the box, because you are fully self-reliant. You cannot receive outside help, except within the control areas.

Pre-race

I planned my trip so that I can adjust my sleeping pattern to a late wake-up and late to bed by being in Milan a couple of days in advance. I spent the first day meandering through the countryside and visiting the northern lakes of Italy, Como and Varese. The ride provided the needed muscle stimulation and through sweating got rid of excess fluid.

You need to realise that when you expend the amount energy as we do and then stop exercising the excess water makes you bloated and causes stiff and shortened muscles. Rest days are active days. During the ride I burnt about 45,000 cal, but did not consume close to that through my diet. Much of it had to come from muscle and the bit of fat I had left.

Chris van Zyl arrived the next day and after settling in at his hotel we went shopping for provisions. Most of the times we provided for ourselves from the local supermarkets. It is cost effective and we had a greater variety of foodstuffs for feeding our worms! The appetite you develop is so huge that we seriously considered deworming. With confidence I can say that we eat only once a day and that is the whole day. Your legs do the pedalling and your jaws the non-stop munching.

We went for the registration to collect our race numbers and route maps. Unlike other rides I experienced the atmosphere more relaxed, perhaps because the setting was in a monastery.

Departure

The start was set for 16 August at last light. A couple of hours before the start there was a pasta party for all and the race briefing in the sports arena. If you did not understand Italian it was of no value.

Each group was separated with about 10 mins. Chris and I opted for the third group, giving us something to chase and not to be caught up with the fish & chips from the start. The eventual winner emerged from our group.

On our way to our first food control at Massa Finalese our group got lost due to an incorrect Garmin track provided by the organisers. Some of the local riders who knew the area immediately went for the route they knew. There was confusion in the group. The last thing you want to do is follow riders who are lost. Chris got joined up with the small group of riders who thought the Garmin track was correct, until they too ended up on a farm road. Sensing the split, the group kept the pace at close to 40 km/h. I realised that if Chris and I got split up here it would not be good for both our efforts since we carry equipment and provisions both of us needed from one another. After about an hour Chris caught us from behind. I believe if he was saved this effort he would have been a contender for the top 5.

The first control for provisions is normally the control that breaks the big group up in small pieces. From there on the riders proceed in pairs or singles. This is a phenomenon I still need to understand. If the riders stayed in larger groups, giving one another time to eat and go to the toilet and restart together they would eventually ride a faster time. Chris and I had some chow and refilled our bottles and were from the last to start in our group. We hooked up with Claus from Germany and we proceeded on to the next control at Lugo di Romagna as day was breaking.

As the ride is long and the end is far and knowing that there are ominously high and steep passes soon to come you are focused on a couple of things. You need to ride within your capacity. As fatigue sets in due to various factors, some which you can control and others you can’t, you need to slow down or take appropriate action before grinding to a halt. On the other side you are riding with two other riders, who you can draft, but perhaps they are riding too fast and if any of them blow up they will be the cause of your misfortune. Do you let go of them or do you stick to them hoping you don’t pay interest later?

With these ongoing conversations in your mind you have to see to it that you never stop drinking and eating, always stay within the set heart rate effort and make a conscious effort to take in the scenery. You have to remind fellow riders of the same because you need one another. This literally is a case of survival. If you help your fellow competitors last longer you will last longer.

At a control Claus informed us he needs a rest and we should continue on our own. We were at the heat of day and in the distance we could see the foothills of the dreaded Apennine mountains, separating Italy between from top to bottom. We have been on the go for a day by now with the sun setting. We were lying in positions 34 and 35 with the leaders a couple of hours before us.

The Mountains arrive

What a pity one has to travel by night, missing the beauty of the Italian countryside. I studied classical history as part of my Greek and Latin training. I now know why the Romans chose to stay where they stayed: because it is beautiful. The country’s architecture is awesome. The countryside has a smell of its own. It is an old and well established world. It appeals to me and to the senses in general. Gaining height on the mountain passes opens up vistas of the countryside. Unfortunately you had no idea where you were so that you could revisit those particular villages. Your subconscious was continuously drawing you to your Garmin, which was set to inform you when to turn left or right, so you could not really get absorbed into sightseeing.

Day and night wove into one. My body was dehydrated, but when I wanted to drink I could not keep anything down. I knew I was in trouble and could see that Chris was sensing this too. At Dicomano he did what he could to nurse me out of my bad spot by waiting longer at the control with me as what he needed to and I realised I was keeping him back. I then had a man to man talk with him and told him that if he wanted to win the race he would have to do something he has never done before. We were halfway and he could still catch the leaders, but then he cannot afford the luxury of any sleep for the rest of the way.

After Todi everything came apart. I dropped behind Chris, whilst he continued towards the control. Instead of him waiting next to the road it made sense that he at least charge his batteries. I sat down next to the road on the pass and started vomiting severely. I had nothing left in my stomach. Whenever I drank water I just brought it all up again. I perceived the symptoms of heat exhaustion and knew I had to change strategy. The sun was not my friend. I had to ride at night.

I limped in to Bolsena. I was in a poor state. The staff at the control wrote me the instructions in English of how to get on the train, what time, platform, town to get off, train swopping, which bus to take and everything needed to reach my destination in Milan. In their minds I was a Did Not Finish (DNF). I asked them just to allow me to put my head down for an hour or two until the sun sets. When the sun went under I got up to continue. It was great to communicate with a batch of followers on WAP, updating me on Chris’ status. He was about 200 km ahead of me.  I left Bolsena in the last 125 of the field. I was now playing catch-up.

To survive this ordeal I had to play games with my mind and not my mind with me. I had to stay in control of the processes. I set myself a goal to take pictures whenever I wanted to and to experience the beauty of what I passed. My greatest concern was losing my way. My Garmin was charged but I was the only person on that road. Riders were kilometres apart from one another. I built this semi-spiritual relationship with my Garmin, praying that it will not fade on me and that it will lead me on favourable paths. I made deals with it, promising it that I will power it up at the next stop as long as it stays my reliable source of information. The route is planned on rural roads. There is hardly any traffic at night. If you get lost you won’t even realise it and I had to prevent myself from distrusting the Garmin. I had to keep a distance from my fatigued state of mind where I knew I am prone to make bad decisions and could experience hallucinations. You knew it would happen and you can’t do anything about it. I found that communicating with sane souls in SA and America on WAP throughout the ride brought me back to reality.

I realised how steep the passes were when I could not climb the ascent in my ninny gear anymore. I had to zig zag up a 19% incline. About an hour into the climb I realised that my Garmin was not moving and it was not moving for quite a while and in that time I passed many off roads to the left and right. I was so focused on my Garmin as navigation system that I hardly ever tried to look out for the painted arrows on the road. The reason my Garmin was not working was that I had lost GPS signal, because I was in such a remote mountainous area. This was the situation I dreaded. To know if I am on the correct route I shall have to trace my steps back and find arrows or until I find GPS. Had it been a flat road I would have considered turning back, but what if I was on the right road and I had to come all the way back that I have just covered?

Knowing from the previous year’s Paris-Brest-Paris where I lost my way several times, I lost it so badly on the last day that I found myself going back in the opposite direction, back to where I have come from! Eventually I linked up with a major arterial on the pass. I had to choose left or right at the T-junction. I decided for downhill. I had no clue whether I was on my way to my destination or riding away from it. Eventually I got my GPS back and found I was on track. None of the riders that I either caught or that passed me rode the road I did. Either I took the long or the short route. Till now I cannot find that part of the course! Nobody recalls riding a 19 percenter either.

My relationship with my Garmin took a bad turn when I realised that when the control staff charged my Garmin at Bolsena they did not give me back my USB cable. It was non-negotiable I had to charge my Garmin and I had to get an electronics shop soon so I can load my Garmin. I received instructions of how to find a shop in Siena. I drove around in this beautiful, most amazing city to find a computer shop. After doing more than 15 km of scouting and not becoming wiser I decided to look in the old city. I was prepared to buy a cable from an office PC whilst in use. This is where I found this bargain Chinese store. I just hoped I did not buy a dud as my Powerbanks. At Siena I rode the famous white Siena dirt road, a white powdery (possibly calcium or dolomite) on which many Italian professional races are held.

Even with my cable scouting and hiding from the sun I moved up into the first 100 again. Chris was about 120 km ahead. That would constitute 6-7 hours of riding.

Fighting the heat

The temperatures were around 40 C and in the valleys no breeze. This caused serious humidity. Wherever I could I bought something cold to drink, but I had no appetite. I was just praying for the day to pass so I could ride at night. I had a feeling everyone was doing it because I was passing no one and no one was passing me. I thought I was the lonely ranger, hadn’t it been for the continuous updates from my WAP group.

I arrived at the sleep control of Staffoli Cerbaie late afternoon of the third day, about 72 hours into the ride and having covered 1,120 km. I was in a broken state due to dehydration. I threw up and I had very concerned staff. The controls along the route were informed to look out for rider 366, because he might not arrive at the controls and they would have to go looking for him. I decided to take a nap until I felt better. At the control they put out some mattresses for riders to lie on, which was accessed by a flight of steel stairs.

I climbed the stairs to the sleeping area and when I woke up I was lying at the bottom of the stairs. I became unconscious and fell backwards down the stairs. Some of the riders were reviving me. I assured them I was ok. A couple of minutes later I passed out again, this time falling forwards flat on my face. Luckily there was no one to help or else they would have withdrawn me. At midnight I decided I had to get as much distance covered before the sun rises because the sun and I were going to have a serious meeting in the morning!

That night I rode the longest pass I have ever ridden, 45 km long. It crossed the river several times whilst zig-zagging the sides of the river valley.  On my way down the other side of the mountain pass I nearly hit a reindeer at full speed. It was standing in the middle of the road. My lights were set on its weakest setting to save battery power so this deer did not see or hear me. I missed it with less than an arm’s length. This close encounter of the other kind was shortly made up for by the view of a citadel, lighted up on the other side of the valley.

At night everything seems so unreal. There are hardly any people. In your fatigued mind the imprinting is erasable. If it had not been for the photos and the videos posted onto FB these experiences would have been lost to my memory.

I was now in a part of Italy that I got to love. I can understand why Hannibal did not leave Italy or attack Rome, but stayed where we were riding. Tuscany was too darn beautiful!

Still weak from the previous night’s experiences I progressed steadily towards control 13, Gorfigliano. From a distance I could see the mountain tops, evidence of regularly being covered by snow in the winter. Here you got your food as part of your entry free, but you pay a Euro for your pip squeak Espresso! The worst climbing was still to come. They were not long passes, but in total ascent they were as much as the whole of the ride up to that point. You learnt to respect the course, because it can throw you a curve ball. That curve ball came in the form of trusting your track of the course more than other route indicators, supplied to you by the organisers, for your Garmin.

I arrived at the top of a plateau. At the bottom I saw the Mediterranean for the first time. In the bay was this exquisite Roman town, Deiva. I could imagine the Romans taking their winter holidays there away from the urbs. To reach my next control my Garmin track said I had to go down the pass of about 4 km, have my card stamped and return up the hill. I arrived at the designated address where the control should have been, but no one knew of anything and they assured me I was not the first to enquire about a ‘control of some sort’. After some Italians peered over my route instructions they pointed out that the address is at the top of the pass where I admired the view. I would have to return there.

At that point I was mad. I was prepared to phone the organisers to come and collect me and take me back up the pass. It was their mistake that I was sitting down here. I had to find a way to get myself motivated to crawl up that steep pass again. It was sweltering hot. Their route indicator, which was incorrect, brought me to this pub as control. I asked the bar tender to give me his largest beer. I gulped it down in one swig.  I ordered another one. He looked at me and warned me of the consequences of too much drinking. I assured him that I was not anaesthetised enough to make it up the pass yet.

At the control I hid from the sun until late afternoon. Here I met a delightful British adventurer, Daniel Moores. He is sponsored to travel around the world and then share his adventures with his sponsors. He and I decided to ride to the finish together. The hours felt like minutes. We decided to get some shut-eye at the second last control and then press through to the finish in the morning, on our fifth day. The last control was at the memorial of the late Fausto Coppi, renowned Italian cyclist.

In my pre-race check list I warn myself that as you become tired you become forgetful, do stupid things you otherwise never would have done. I go through a ritual to feel if I packed everything I should when I leave a control, café or table. Irrespective of that, last year on PBP, at the last control, before Paris, I forgot my money, cards and cash and some valuables on the counter with the barrista as I paid him for my coffee. I turned around and walked away. The honest man had my valuables returned to me in Paris soon after I arrived.

After leaving Castelania I felt exceptionally comfortable. I ascribed it to the fact that the weather was cooler and I could drink about 2 litres of iced tea which hydrated me. At about 50 km away from the control it dawned on me why I was feeling so, I forgot my stringy-thingy rucksack somewhere. All my valuables like money, passport, food, spares, etc, everything essential for me finishing the ride successfully were in that bag. During the night I stopped several times too and took off the bag from my back, put it on the ground, did what I needed to and could not remember whether I actually put it back on. Knowing that I was taking many selfies I glanced through the gallery to see where was the last time I had a photo with my bag on my back. Luckily it was at the last control. By now Chris had finished. I phoned him and he organised that it be brought to the finish. I realise, even if you take all precautions and are prepared for mistakes like these, during a fatigued state, you will still make them. Be prepared for it and adapt around it.

Chris had his first nap and shower and was at the finish line to receive me as I came in under the first odd 80 riders. He managed to finish the distance in 90:38 hours and I came in at 110 hours.

Finishing the ride with a sane mind was a great relief! I would love to do more Italian rides to explore this beautiful country.  Just to complete this event in the required cut-off time is an accomplishment. In comparison to Paris-Brest-Paris it is exponentially tougher and requires a climbing capacity as cyclist. However, PBP should be on the bucket list of all cyclists. It is a cycling pilgrimage. Mille Miglia should be done for the sheer challenge. It is extreme. It is tough. It reveals who you are. The ride is a source that will keep your grand children entertained with all the stories you can share with them!

A report like this will not be complete if the story of food and the need for it afterwards are not included. You need plenty of that afterwards. You become ravenous within 24 hours. It is as if you have a dark hole where matter just disappears into, as if you have this tape-worm the size of your arm. It seems never to stop eating. Chris and I were constantly buying food. Standing in line to pay at the supermarkets you become hungry and thirsty and start eating your provisions. By the time you should pay you have already eaten most of it. Then you have to return to the shelves to fill up your basket again! You offer the cashier empty wrapper papers with bar codes on when you reach the till. Provisions that ought to have lasted for a day and a half lasted for one meal.

For my return trip to SA I needed to make provision for the lack of enough food on the flight and me having manners not to ask for meals more than 4 times in a row. I bought nearly a kilo of M&M’s and polished most of it even before boarding.

To survive the wait before departure I made a restaurant safari at the airport. I too informed my friends in South Africa of my predicament, namely that I am worm infested and need a serious and urgent deworming. My friend, Jurie, on his way to fetch me at the airport, stopped at the butcher and bought me a kilo of biltong. I stay about a half an hour from the airport. The biltong was past tense by the time we reached home! That is the casualty of cycling, becoming a ravenous monster…

Introducing the Race Around South Africa (RASA)

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We are in the analysis phase of developing a truly South African event similar to RAAM, the Transcontinental Race and Red Bull Trans Siberia. Depending on the final format, the event could be anything from 5 000 to 7 000km long (± 20 day event).

The basic rules of the event (which may look different once we have your input) are:

  1. Unsupported (like in the Transcontinental Race)
  2. Mandatory control points (at least 1 for each of our 9 provinces)
  3. Solo or 2-person teams
  4. Mainly for road bikes, but there may be some gravel roads involved, depending on the final list of control points (so have those cyclo-cross bikes on standby)
  5. GPS tracking (system will be decided at a later stage)

What we require at this stage (whether you are already thinking of entering or not) is a list of historical or significant South African places/sites and mountain passes that you would like to see included as control points – remember we need at least one control per province.

Please send this and any other relevant information to Gerhard van Noordwyk at gerhard@marathongroup.co.za

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Miglia 1001 live tracking

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It is described as the longest and most extreme randonnée in Europe. Discover the landscapes , the scents and flavors in the most beautiful country in the world. Find out more at http://www.1001migliaitalia.it/

Two of our local riders, Chris van Zyl and Wimpie vd Merwe will start the 2016 Miglia 1001 in Italy on 16 August. Now you can follow their progress.

Follow our riders

Keep in mind these options are probably best viewed on a desktop pc rather than a mobile device. Chris can be tracked live on Trackimo. Check out his progress on https://app.trackimo.com/public-map/#/map?token=9vvr1rrch0dadvd6rbja8ef0qd

And Wimpie also shared his Followmee link. It updates every 10 mins and looks to be more effective than the Garmin link. See https://www.followmee.com/m/mapx.aspx?token=4101efb9-5c9d-4db6-9b90-d80320281a78

On the Miglia site

Riders can be tracked on the Miglia website in realtime as they pass the controls. This will not be used in anyway to have a final standings, only for riders friends and family to follow their progress during the ride online. See http://www.1001migliaitalia.it/

Wimpie’s Garmin

Wimpie will also can also be followed on live tracking through his Garmin for the full 1,600 km by clicking on this link: http://livetrack.garmin.com/session/d78ae5ff-8149-4622-8c3c-1c5639142f50/token/32259E47488D447A62EB61DF287DD948 (only available when they start on 16 Aug at 9pm; some test runs before then). If the communication is interrupted during the live tracking for whatever reason then he might have to post a new link, which we will also update here when available.

Whatsapp group

Wimpie will also be updating a Miglia 2016 Whatsapp group with photos, videos and commentary on his progress. If you want to be added to this group, text him on (084) 707-7772 and request to be added to the group. The group will be active for the duration of the Miglia. Should communication during the live track be interrupted, a new link will be posted here for the continuation of the broadcast.

July Newsletter

AWARDS PRESENTATION – 17 July 2016

VENUE: LIDO HOTEL EIKENHOF on R82 next to Shell Garage.

TIME: You should aim to be there before midday 12h00.

Attendance could be combined with your Sunday morning bike ride. There is circular route from the Lido along the R550, up the Steppes, along Kliprivier Drive, down Swartkoppies and back to the Lido of ± 40 kms which would serve as an appetiser for lunch which is available either as a buffet or there is an a là carte menu/bar lunch.  Ample safe parking and a kiddies play facility is available.

You could also make use of the swimming pool but do remember to bring your wet suit!

The awards will be presented about 13h00 and comprise presentation stands to hold six or more medals for those who completed six or more Aurasan events in 2015.

Super Randonneur medals to those who completed the required events and a ‘Randonneur of the Year’ Trophy for the deserving recipient, as selected by the board of Aurasan and supported by nominations from some of the membership.

This year for the first time there will be recipients of awards from the Western Cape  who have had a very full 2015 Randonneuring year! Any Randonneur from the W.C. who is able to attend will of course be welcomed. Otherwise the Awards will be sent south for presentation at you own event.

PLEASE ADVISE ME (on tet@telkomsa.net) OF YOUR INTENTION TO ATTEND SO THE LIDO  ARE PREPARED FOR THE EXTRA NUMBERS.

200km BRM NORTHCLIFF CC – 24 July 2016 – 7am

Attached is the route for the event as was used for the Ian Kernick in December 2015. Printable Route Sheet – A4 Double – or view the interactive map here.

There are a few updates to the route but it remains very substantially the same. Entrants, supported by POP’s, received at least seven days before the event will be sent the updated version of the route. Otherwise the updated version will be included with the Brevet at the start of the ride when you sign in.

This baby elephant is guaranteed to make you feel happy! – https://www.facebook.com/CoLofLife/videos/460908690657455/

UNCOLLECTED ITEMS

After the 200km BRM on 26th June – I have a pair of Anatomic overshoes with matching arm warmers and an Anatomic windbreaker as well as a blue and white thingy you can pull over your head down to your neck or use as a head warmer. If the owners would like to have them back please put their name and address on the back of a R100 note and post it to me! Or on the other hand email your name and address.

Regards

Edward Thomlinson

Chris’ 2200km ride

Well done Chris van Zyl

Our man of few words completed the Giro Ciclistico Delle Repubbliche Marinare during the first week of June 2016. He cycled around Italy, starting on Sunday 29 May 2016 and finishing on Saturday 4 June 2016 – completing 2200kms in 136 and a half hours. More on https://sites.google.com/site/ciclofachiro2/home/giro-delle-repubbliche-marinare.

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According to the website there were just under 50 entries, and from what we’ve gathered around 40 starts, with half of the field finishing the event. A long ride indeed – and only a handful of entries from outside of Europe.

GIUBILEO

List of entries (about 50% completed the event)
1 – LAURO Scagnolari – Mompantero (TO)
2 – FOR LETH JAKOBSEN – Herlev – Danmark
3 – PETER DE FILIPPI – Milan
4 – UWE SCHIWON – Rehau – Deutschland
5 – CHRISTIAN Moehl – Minden – Deutschland
6 – FRITZ SCHOEN – Bielefeld – Deutschland
7 – STEFAN OLLERDISSEN – Bielefeld – Deutschland
8 – RUDOLF KERN – Nieder-Wiesen – Deutschland
9 – JUERGEN Leibig – Heidelberg – Deutschland
10 – ANDREA BESSONE – Roccaforte Mondovì (Cuneo)
11 – PIERO RIVOIRA – Villafranca Piemonte (Turin)
12 – SIMONATO MARIANO – Cogollo del Cengio (Vicenza)
13 – EZIO CAUDA – Campiglione Fenile (Torino)
14 – IAN TO – Swindon – England
15 – SCOTTI GIUSEPPE – Rovagnate (Lecco)
16 – MARCIN Durman – Miechow – Polska
17 – Gernot Stenz – Muenchen – Deutschland
18 – GERHARD Schmutzler – Hof – Deutschland
19 – FURLANETTO MAURIZIO – Dolo (Venice)
20 – Raffaele Bertolucci – Novi di Modena (MO)
21 – EZIO USAI – Venice
22 – Giancarlo BARISON – Dolo (Venice)
23 – MICHELANGELO PACIFIC – Milan
24 – WILLIAM SALVIOLI – Carpi (MO)
25 – JONAS GRIGENAS – Vilnius – Lietuva
26 – RIMAS GRIGENAS – Vilnius – Lietuva
27 – DOUGLAS Migden – Seattle Washington USA
28 – Gianluca GALLEGATI – Faenza (RA)
29 – RAINER SACKS – Poing – Deutschland
30 – ROMAN PIVA – Laives (BZ)
31 – GIAMBATTISTA CASSINELLI – Cogoleto (GE)
32 – PERSON AND – Vancouver – Canada
33 – CARLA TRAMARIN – Bovolenta (PD )
34 – HENRY DE ANGELS – Pisano (NO)
35 – ALBERTO SIMONI – Modena
36 – RIGAMONTI ALBERTO – Barzanò (LC)
37 – STEFANO Baraga – Milan
38 – FERDINAND FALCO – Milan
39 – MIGLINI ROBERTO – Monvalle (VA)
40 – ANICETO BULGARELLI – Nonantola (MO)
41 – CHRISTIAAN VAN ZYL – Welgemoed (Republic of South Africa)
42 – GABRIELE GATTI – Melegnano (MI)
43 – BORIS pupic – Crnomelj (Slovenija)
101 – ANTHONY Hodder – Liverpool – England
102 – MICHELE ROTA – Capiago Intimiano (CO)
103 – RICCARDO BALESTRI – San Giuliano Terme (PI)
201 – ROMANO GIUSEPPE – Pellezzano (SA)
202 – LUIGI VALIANTE – Salerno

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Cape 200 June report

by Wimpie van der Merwe

I am not a sissy and I do have the right clothes for extreme weather, but the June Audax ride I count as one of the coldest rides I had on a bike. Until sunrise we experienced temperatures close to freezing point. At one point I thought the only solution for my freezing fingers and toes was amputation. I just did not know if they were on the handlebars or somewhere in the void. There was just no feeling. When I arrived home I soaked myself in a steaming hot, scalding bath. Within minutes I had to drain water to fill up again with hot water. My body slurped up the heat.

Nine riders started and finished the ride to Tulbagh and back. The route took us over Du Toitskloof and back over Bainskloof pass. The Boland had rain the days before, which made the area wet and cold and the mountain streams brimming with flood water. We were blessed with fair weather and unlike winter predictions, had a Southeaster to contend with on the way back.

The groups for faster and full value riders separated in Paarl as we approached Du Toitskloof pass, with the faster group consisting of Marius Carstens, Chris van Zyl and myself. We had sunrise as we crested the pass, giving us a panoramic view of Paarl and the Boland.

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On our way to the first control in Rawsonville it seemed we became part of the biker group on their way to Goudini as we were leapfrogging them. Rawsonville’s refreshments, consisting of anything that was warm, got us going through the Slanghoek valley with a wind in the back. Since there was no typical winter weather it became a crisp autumn day, making up for all the discomfort of the freezing cold an hour or two ago.

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Chris van Zyl just returned from a 2,200 km Audax in Italy and we had ample time to hear his experiences. His legs were not yet fully recovered and I think both Marius and I were grateful for that! He was the only one with mechanicals, the only flat tyre for the day. Whilst changing tubes we saw Marius’ back tyre was under serious threat if there was a mosquito attack. He was riding on cotton, super slick tyres…

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Wolseley produced a beautiful autumn countryside of multi-coloured vineyards as we entered the main road. The British block house, built to protect the bridge and railway line, stood there as silent monument, a reminder of a war fought more than a 100 years ago.

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By the time we reached Tulbagh we were ravenous and after finishing local restaurant supplies they wanted to close down for the week because they reached their turnover target through us. We had to inform them of the rest of the group that was on its way and that if they stayed open longer they will reach the next month’s turnover target too! As we left, the full value group pulled in at the restaurant.

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The fun started as we left Tulbagh. The chilly Southeaster picked up in ferocity and we had to ride against it up to the finish. Even going up Bainskloof there was no respite. At least the pass had active fountains, supplying us with water on the go. The waterfalls high up in the mountains were cascading, something you don’t see too frequently.

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In the light that Audax rules do not prohibit you from riding longer distances than the prescribed route, we decided to go the longer route through Paarl to Klapmuts so we had more protection from the wind by the town’s structures and trees, rather than being caught in the open on the Windmeul road. Though we road further we arrived there faster. Chris and Marius had to continue on to Vrede, whilst I went home, another 40 km, having ridden to the start by bike. It was a ride from dark to dark, possibly the first 200 Audax where we started with lights and finished with it too.

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Cape 200 May report

by Wimpie van der Merwe

Five cyclists came out of winter hibernation and had a brisk quickie to Auntie Evita in Darling. We left Vrede in thick mist and it started clearing up only at Wellington at daybreak. Since there were no clouds and the weather fair, we had a very crisp morning so that by the time we reached our first control in Hermon, we were in need for something hot and strong! We stopped for a couple of cups of coffee in succession.

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We decided to make it a full value ride, all riding together, stopping whenever we needed and loosening up the carbon residue in the engines. Taking photos on the way was a way of resting…

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We dashed over the first pass at Riebeeckkasteel like mountain goats. Rob took King of the Mountains and Nico Coetzee King of the Downhills. We found a sweet spot for the group to ride in. Whenever someone’s engine seized up, there was someone to help pace or push and keep the sheep together. We reached Auntie Evita’s monarchy in Darling, in time for lunch.

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There was a Western Cape MTB race on in town. The locals eyed us with admiration when we moved about at the restaurant and in the street. It seemed that we were deemed the winners, because the others were still on the course!

We left Darling without meeting her majesty. For some the pace of the day was becoming too much and we all came to a screeching halt at the Malmesbury McDonalds to top up with ice-cream, cooldrinks and whatever could fatten one up for all the calories expended over 200+ km.

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The faster riders then progressed ahead and though the others followed at their leisurely pace some still set a personal fastest Audax average pace.

Cape 1000 ride report

by Wimpie vd Merwe

The inaugural Cape 1000 AUDAX was a thriller from start to finish. The date for 26 April 2016 was already set the year before so it coincides with a favourable holiday timetable. What could not be predetermined was the weather. Around April May we have the transition between seasons and this is exactly what happened. During this period summer transitioned to winter, literally within hours. This would eventually have an outcome on the amount of successful finishes.

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The eventual two finishers for the first Cape 1,000: Chris van Zyl and Wimpie van der Merwe

A uniqueness of this event was the use of live satellite tracking of each competitor. Someone following from overseas made the observation that for the duration of the ride it was like a reality drama, creating a much greater online and public participation than any Audax before. This element has captured the imagination of people across the world. There were several WhatsApp groups operating for the duration of the ride. As riders we fed these groups with photos and comments, sharing our experiences, our highs and our lows. It was a way to be encouraged and break the monotony of days’ cycling on end. It will be good to have this feature again for future long events, not only for the sake of safety, but for the sake of the interest the public has in ultra long distance events, where it’s like will the rider be able to complete and how are the others around him doing?

As with any long distance event preparation determines the outcome of it. I and I believe Chris, who completed the ride, are of the opinion that this event, if it is to be repeated, has to have qualifying rides before the time. The event has the potential risk of frightening riders from ever riding again. At times I thought of selling my bike to the first bidder enroute.

My focused preparation for the Cape 1000 already started 5 months earlier. The last quality training was 2 weeks prior to the event, by doing sir Lowry’s pass 20 times (235 km/7,000 m) and still I had the utmost respect for the distance and the climbing that awaited us.

Huisrivier pass was about the only pass of the 12 that we crossed in daytime
Huisrivier pass was about the only pass of the 12 that we crossed in daytime

Each participant planned his own strategy that suited him best. My opinion, when I arrived at the line, was that most of the other competitors were loaded too heavily with luggage. Chris and I travelled with less than 2 kg of luggage. Over 1,000 km this becomes significant, more so if you have to wear it on your back.

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The drop bag system applied for this tour worked superbly. You hardly needed to carry any luggage along. Based on our experiences from PBP you could put in enough clothes and provisions in the bags to cover your needs between stops. The drop bag system helped for this route in particularly, especially to cover for towns where there is nothing to eat, drink or buy after sunset and before sunrise.

Barrydale bag drop at sunrise, day 1
Barrydale bag drop at sunrise, day 1

It is always difficult to say where you will experience a bad patch or where you will need a shut-eye, before you start. Chris and I understood the danger and challenge of Robinson pass at the halfway mark and the time when we shall be crossing it. It is a HC class climb. You can be so tired that you waste too much time getting back, because you were too tired. We either had to sleep before the pass and then do the crossing and continue to CPT or ride fast enough that we can cross it whilst corpus mentus and then sleep in Oudtshoorn. That would be determined on what happens enroute.

We made the decision to cross over and on the return leg sleep at 720 km. As we departed from Oudtshoorn to Hartenbos we turned into a terrible headwind. We comforted ourselves that for every step we suffer into it up the pass we shall have that same wind push us back over the pass to Oudtshoorn. But how cruel can nature be? We crested Robinson pass in the dark and as the sun set the wind dropped and there was no wind to push us back.

The Hors Category section from the top to Eight Bells we were freewheeling at over 100 kph. Before Eight Bells there is a hairpin, just after we went through it my battery ran dry. It was instantly pitch black. Had it happened a minute before it could have been catastrophic, because racing down the pass and going through the corners needed split second decisions. That was one of the closest ‘what if encounters’ in my cycling career.

We left the halfway mark after grabbing a Wimpy burger at the control in Hartenbos and hoped that the predicted cold front for the Western Cape will only find us in the Boland and not in the Klein karoo. We were following the weather forecasts by radio.

We decided to catch our first shut-eye between Oudtshoorn and Calitzdorp for 3 hours so we can get going at daybreak. Two km away from our destination we saw this lonesome light coming from the front, Michelle Gahan. She was lying in third position and still had to cross the pass. She was more than 200 km behind us. We admired her tenacity and courage to be travelling woman alone in the elements and for that distance. Through our WhatsApp groups we were kept up to date about who packed up and how far each competitor was on the course. At that point it was only Salim (a couple of minutes behind Michelle) in the fourth and last position, too still having to cross the pass.

At our planned stop we quickly showered and tried to heat ourselves with the next shift’s dry clothes. Night time in the Karoo is cold and with a lack of glucose in the body the body’s ability to heat itself up, is lessened.

Ladismith, the last solid meal before home
Ladismith, the last solid meal before home

By 07:00 we were on our way, feeling the breeze from the front picking up. We still had protection against it in Huisrivier pass, outside Calitzdorp, but once we were on our way to Ladismith we had the wind in the face, increasing in ferocity up to the Lord Charles hotel, where we finished in Somerset west. Due to the ability to track us, Rob Walker, driving the safety car, could find us at a local restaurant in Ladismith, us eating their last rump steak, which had more fat than meat and we did not mind.

Finding food along the way during daytime is possibly not difficult if you have time to scout and time for the meal to be prepared. I packed ample amounts of cheese in my drop bags and luggage, supplying fat energy for the long haul. I used over 800 Cal/hr, with an eventual calculated total of 45,000 Cal. This was not supplied through food and drinks alone. Both Chris and I wasted away, becoming contenders for Mr Concentration camp.

The ride was not all about covering the distance as fast as possible. We had some fun. We stopped twice at Ronnie’s Sex Shop between Barrydale and Ladismith. The second time, possibly due to fatigue, I saw from afar: ‘Ronnie’s Sex Swop’ and I wondered how I could have missed that the first time, because it now made perfect sense to me. The roof of the bar is covered with bras, hanging with all shapes and sizes, so I determined the owners swopped their ‘dubbelloop slingervelle’ (traditional weapons) for something Ronnie had to offer!

We arrived in Barrydale at nightfall, nearly 2 days in the saddle now. We realised that with the wind there was no chance of doing a fast time. Finishing was the priority. At the rate at which the wind was sapping our energy we realised we were at risk of not finishing at all. We decided to do a shut-eye at the backpackers for 3 hours. As we were readying ourselves to leave by 22:30 Michelle and Salim arrived, dropped off by Rob Walker. We were now the only 2 contestants left. We tackled Wildehondskloof pass now from the steep side. Luckily it was dark so we could not see the never ending road. The wind hit us as we crested. The downhill to Montagu was reward for a long suffering. However, we ran dry with water and we could not find a tap in town without risking an irate house owner or jumping fences with a dog taking a chomp from you.

We hit the front properly as we went into Ashton and rain as we left Robertson. The temperature drop was significant, bringing it close to zero. The snow clouds were moving over theWitzenberge and Breederiver valley. Between Robertson and Worcester we had our first mechanical, my right hand pedal loosening up. One of my clients stayed on a farm 5 km away and we missed the turn-off to the farm several times. We needed to find a spanner to tighten the pedal. It turned out not to be the pedal, but the insert in the carbon crank that delaminated. Eventually it failed totally, but fortunately close enough to a control and with enough time in hand to source a replacement bike, albeit neither the extra 90 minutes sitting in the cold, wind and wet, nor the stress of such a problem so close to the finish were welcomed.

Waiting for a bike in the wet and cold outside Villiersdorp
Waiting for a bike in the wet and cold

It was heart warming to see the responses on WhatsApp, people riding out with their vehicles to cheer us on to the finish in the final stretch. This was made possible through the tracker system so people could constantly be informed of our progress.

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Eventually the finishing time was 66:55 hours. We climbed close to 14,000 m, with 1,039 km on the clock.

Tired and satisfied
Tired and satisfied

An experience like this cannot go by without reflecting on the impact it has on your life. You were part of making history. Very few have done what we have done. Very few have attempted to do what we as a group have done. The question is it the sport or discipline forming your character or is it your character making you select this kind of activity? I think it is a little bit of both.

To be successful in doing this kind of activity you need to be an independent, highly disciplined, have a singleness of purpose, a capacity for suffering, not taking no for an answer kind of guy. You have to be a sucker for punishment and have a capacity to manage pain and suffering. Mentally you have to be rock hard and very single minded with an extra dose of courage. You are just not an ordinary kind of person. Any ordinary kind of person can do it, but will not excel when circumstances start to overwhelm them. Having said all this there are still basic pillars one need to base your attempt on:

1. Respect the distance

No matter how fit or well prepared you are it is worthwhile and sensible to respect the size of the job at hand.

2. Pace yourself and if in doubt, go slower

The success of a successful endurance athlete is his understanding of spreading his energy over the full distance. The key is constant effort and not constant pace. If you do this you need not fear climbs and wind because you are still keeping constant effort.

3. Know your abilities

One of the purposes of training is to get to know what you are capable of in a given moment, physically and mentally. With this make-up and prior knowledge you will have to make best with what lies ahead of you. You don’t have to be super fit to complete an ultra distance.You just need to know your abilities.

4. Have courage to conquer the unknown

Many times we don’t take the ship out of the harbour. Try distances that are completely bizarre. Once you have conquered them you have a confidence for similar attempts.

5. Be your own greatest encourager

Mohammed Ali and now Donald Trump, taught us that you need to be your own greatest cheerleader, especially on the lonely road where the negative inner voice would want to convince you of failure.

6. Quitting is NOT an option

Rather rest and start again or change your expectations. Quitting is permanent. Quitting should not be part of the internal conversation or external, when riding with others. Quitting becomes easy when there is an easy way out like a support crew/vehicle that can collect you or when others in your group quit, leaving you as the only participant.

7. Overcome the boredom

Riding day in and out can become very monotonous. It will be difficult if you have not yet overcome it in training. You must be able to keep your mind active and focused. I find my Garmin with my bio-feedback a way to keep my mind active. Some plug an earphone in the ear to listen whatever they want to.

8. Exercise patience

Ultra distances are not completed or won on the first day. Since you will be riding much slower than during your normal distances, exercise patience. If you become impatient you will ride faster and pay the interest late on.

9. Eat the elephant bite by bite

Whatever the goal is you need to accomplish, whether the full distance or the sections between controls, break the goal up in manageable sections. Even the portions you share the pace can be planned. There is a sense of accomplishment when you complete a set goal. You are one step closer to the final goal. Chris and I came to points over time that we became so tired that we needed to pep one another and the saying was: ‘just keep moving and moving in the right direction. How fast, does not matter.’

10. Keep the internal conversation positive

When I train on my own there are always two persons present: me and myself. Many times they have a long conversation going. I monitor the conversation like a fly on the wall and umpire it. The moment the conversation goes negative I blow the whistle for time out. I need to understand when and how this conversation takes a bad turn. If it is because of fatigue I need to address the fatigue before it becomes a stumbling block, because fatigue makes cowards of us all. Others are just not accustomed to have only themselves to speak to. They run out of topics and fight with themselves.

EVALUATION

It was a fantastic venue and very challenging. If the level of challenge wants to be maintained for future events, keep the route, but let riders qualify. Keep the tracker system. It was a fantastic idea and will make events like these open to the public and increase attention for these kind of these events.

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PS, thanks to Spot Africa for providing the tracking systems – it worked beautifully and kept the attention of a number of supporters, local and abroad. Find them online or visit their facebook page.

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