Here’s the now-traditional ace video of the event from my mate Simon and his lad Will. Enjoy. (warning Freaky Manc dance moves)

In the last few weeks I’ve been busy with (amongst a lot of other things) talking to new sponsors for the rest of this and hopefully next year. Dave’s been doing the same and we’ve both had varying degrees of success.

Ragley look after me exceptionally well and I’m racing on some ace machinery that not only keep me reasonably competitive but also help me to enjoy ‘just riding bikes’. There are loads of new products emerging from them in the next few months so I’ll be providing updates as and when new bits appear on the bike. I’ve also been riding with Squirt Lube for a while now too – it’s great to do a 24 hour race or stupidly-long training ride and not have to reapply chain lube.

The observant readers out there will have no doubt noticed some other logos that have appeared over there on the left <–

First off, JMC IT are kindly making a valuable contribution to my racing costs and providing the use of a great big van with lots of seats.  One of the hardest parts of 24 hour racing (aside from racing for 24 hours, obviously) is actually getting everything and everyone who’s helping out to and from races and the high cost of entering them, so this kind of support is absolutely fantastic. It will keep me racing, in other words.

I’m now also being supported by 2Pure who will be keeping the engine running by supplying me with Clif bars, Shot Bloks, recovery products and energy drinks as well as 2 different varieties of Chamois Butt’r – Euro-style tingly and non-tingly varieties that is. I’ve already decided which is my favourite 😉

The chamois cream is a new one for me, I’ve been using ‘another brand’ for some years now so I will report back on the state of my butt in due course. (I’ve actually got rather a lot of Chamois Butt’r so if you want a sample please just ask).

I’ve been using Clif energy products in races and in training for a while now. The energy bars are the bars that taste most like ‘normal’ food in my opinion (like cakes in fact) and I’ve avoided sickness, the dreaded bonk and cramp by using Clif Shot carb/electrolyte drink at all my 24 hour races so far this year. I also gave a couple of bottles to Phil when he cramped up 6 hours into the Grizedale 12 hour race and he went on to finish 4^th…so he’s also a convert too.

We’ve now formalised ‘Team JMC /Ragley’ (we weren’t allowed to have ‘Team Awesome’) –  all of the sponsors I’ve mentioned are supporting us both now so that we can carry on racing lots, continue the tradition of The Daft Ride and hopefully maintain the form we’ve both been enjoying for some time.

Wait until you see the gorgeous new jerseys 😉

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Hit the North 2 was a big success. Despite having less than half the number of people taking part that we should have had, despite the previous 4 months leaving us feeling that this was the last one that we’d do, it turned out to be bloody fantastic. Again. Except this time it was even better….

After the race had finished and everything had been put away, I wrote the following blog post with my usual organiser’s perspective of the event but with an added ‘this is the end’ aspect. We’d already announced publicly that the show was over anyway and surprisingly nobody has really tried to persuade us to carry on (is that a good thing or not? I dunno). Anyway, the post in full;

People say that once something stops being fun, it’s time to quit. Mostly, planning Hit the North 2 wasn’t fun. It was a few months of anxiety and extra plugging because of low entry numbers on top of the regular hard work involved with organising a reasonably large event.

Despite our claims that we do things ‘for a laugh’ and ‘we make this up as we go along’, in reality Andrew and I both want to do things properly so that everyone who pays to take part get great value for money, our sponsors are happy to be associated with a quality event and the numerous people that help us out for nothing (or next to nothing) aren’t left with a load of hassle, something broken that we borrowed or a mess somewhere on their land.

The amount of work had increased anyway (due to there being now two of us doing this rather than three) plus both our families are not getting any smaller. The time when I wasn’t training (which takes a significant amount of time, obviously), I was either at work or I was sending emails, bombarding Internet forums with pleas for more entries, leading course preview rides, writing risk assessments or cutting back 6 miles worth of prickly weeds on someone else’s land.

It just wasn’t fun anymore. If anything it had become a pain in the arse.

After we’d set everything up on Friday, watched as Mark 1 and Mark 2 organised the army of marshals, got excited as the early arrivals set up their tents and caravans, chatted with seldom-seen friends we talk to face-to-face only when we host a race and we made sure caterers had everything they needed to crack on, we got into character ready for the big start….

After sounding the siren on the PA for a few seconds, eventually the amassed racers heard it (it sounded loud to me, with my ear almost touching the speaker) and off they went for the Le Mans-style run with a difference. Many races have a run at the start to spread out the field so that a huge queue at the first singletrack section is avoided. Normally it’s quite short and tame…so we decided that ours would be quite long and very not-tame. Sending the run route down a muddy bank, through a stream, up a slippery steep bank, along a narrow track then up a flight of concrete steps wasn’t held dear in the hearts of many people judging by the looks on their faces but it served its purpose. There was a good 10 minutes separating the first riders back to the start finish and the ones at the back 😉 Like I said, we do things properly. With a great big hammer.

The race went on for the next 8 hours and apart from everyone loving the course, the laid-back vibe and the awesome music being played by Michael at his marshal point at the top of the horrible unrideable climb, not a great deal happened. Nothing ‘bad’ anyway. The medical team had a barbecue and fannied around on their quad bike because they were bored, some people raced very fast, some cyclocross riders showed how to shoulder a bike and skip up a hill, some people rode quite slowly but ‘purposefully’. The caterers dressed as pirates and served amazing food as usual, the beer tent served pints of real ale whilst the DJ played into the small hours (which technically could have been viewed by the police as an illegal rave but with 80’s music and bitter rather than techno, Es and whizz).

It was as good as ever. If anything, it was the best HTN ever.

The good stuff:

Donating cash to charity. This could sound like a cliché and a bit cheesy, but it’s important. For me, it’s the most important thing. Giving away our profit to people and organisations that need it more than we do MAKES THE HASSLE WORTH IT. We’ve not got a lot of profit this time to give away, but someone local will be better off as a result that’s for certain.

People entering and quite literally LOVING the event. People who race a lot love it. People who never normally race love it and only ever enter HTN.

People who travel hundreds of miles to be here.

Meeting and becoming friends with some truly ace people.

Getting permission to do all this from the nice people who own or manage the land that we use – it’s easier than you might think as long as you ask nicely.

Watching other people in addition to us doing big things and giving up huge amounts of their own time for not much more than a cup of tea and a warm handshake to make it happen.

Our brilliant sponsors – JMC IT, Ragley Bikes, Hotlines, Cloversoul, Cooksons Cycles and all the sponsors that have helped us in the past with paying for stuff for us or giving us stuff to give to people who finish on the podium.

Thanks for your support. We love you all.

Results

Some pics

some more pics

People saying nice things

Blog posts from:

Twinklydave

Jon

One Black Dot

Here Come The Belgians

Before I published the text above on this blog I went for a ride. Nothing spectacular about that, just one of regular training routes over towards Macclesfield. It was raining and I was thinking hard about what I’d written and the nagging feeling that deep down I just didn’t believe my own drivel. We’d been speaking to a couple of guys about the future of Hit the North and they were very interested in taking it on – however the thing is, I didn’t really want that to happen at all, despite appearances to the contrary.

I know the lads we had been talking to and I’ve no doubt at all that they’d do a grand job (perhaps even a better job!), but unlike Andrew I’m not ready to walk away from this just yet. I feel bad that I may have messed people around but everyone will get over that I’m sure.

I stopped at the side of the road and hid from the rain in a bus shelter. I texted Andrew to tell him that I was going to carry on and I immediately felt an immense sense of relief. It was a proper Road To Damascus moment. Hit the North was going to carry on as normal and the only thing that would make it die would be when nobody wanted to do it anymore. Last weekend had taught me that plenty of people still want to do it…so that’s good enough for me.

It’s going to be hard on my own, but I won’t’ really be on my own at all –  I’m sure that at least some of the offers of help that were there last weekend will still be there in the months to come. It’ll be hard but at the same time exciting, unpredictable and awesome – a bit like solo 24 hour racing…and I’m good at that.

See you at Hit the North – The Resurrection (or something) – February 2011….

It’s raining this week, which in the context of regular Mancunian weather is perfectly normal and should be expected. It has however been dry and warm for almost as long as I can remember – we’ve even got a hosepipe ban, just like when we were kids… so for the rain to arrive right now, a few days before Hit the North, is a right bloody slap in the mouth. It looks like there’s a few days worth of it out to the west too,gradually turning the dusty fast trails of last week into…well you know what.

Ah well. It could be worse. At least I’m not racing eh? 😉

SEE YOU AT THE WEEKEND HIT THE NORTH’ERS – THE KETTLE’S ON!

I went for a run today for the first time in about 5 months. I took it quite easy as it’s been a long time and I was also carrying a carrier bag of very sharp gardening tools. I ran out to a certain part of the Hit the North 2 course to make a start on the superb job of cutting back the weeds with a scythe so that we can fit a hundred or so cyclists on it. All was going well until I was noticed by the local swarm of carnivorous flying insects…needless to say I ran away.

‘A hundred or so cyclists’ should have read ‘three hundred or so cyclists’, but for some reason this race almost died before we got started. It’s going ahead now – just. A third of rider capacity on a 7 mile course for 8 hours…it’s going to be ‘thin’ out there. For those that have entered, the race promises to be a unique and sometimes lonely experience. Why not enter? We’re not shutting up shop for another 10 days or so.

Apart from that, I’m getting back into a training routine now following a few days rest, eating and just having fun on my bike after Mountain Mayhem. Still to come this year are the Kielder 100 (which I expect to be super-ace and will be my main ‘thing’ as far as training is concerned), The 3 Peaks Cyclocross (if I get in) and Dusk Till Dawn (now doing this solo instead of in a pair).

There’s also at least one very, very, very Daft Ride before the end of the summer and a nice long hilly road sportive in August that I’ve got my eye on…

Might be some BIG news soon too – watch this space 😉