Archive for August, 2011

Not Much Cycling

Things have been fairly quiet on the cycling front, mainly for a few reasons:

  1. Thunder and Lightening a few days last week
  2. Late getting out of work (deadlines looming large!)
  3. We were away again at the weekend.
But I did get out for a little spin around the place with Miriam. Not too far, and not too fast (she’s using a bike that’s pushing 18 at this stage, think I need to service it!), but it was nice to get out and not be fixated with average speed this, cadence that …
But just to make sure I’m not getting totally sedentary, we went for a bit of  a stroll/hike around the Clare Glens (it was after 7 before I got home from work, so not much time for anything else but still nice to get out in the countryside for a change) . And on Sunday (after a wedding), the troop climbed the Sugar Loaf in Wicklow. First time going up anything like that, but no major issues. Mike and his family joined us as well, and he even brought up his one year old daughter on his back, just in case it was too easy!
For the next week or so the chances of getting out mid week are looking slim, but the weekend is free so hopefully I’ll get a couple of spins in. Also, I’m going to make another attempt at (re-)fitting the mudguards. Between those, and the new Cateye lights I got the bike should be fully set for the autumn.
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2011 Glin GAA Mid-West Cancer Charity Cycle

August 21, 2011 2 comments

Yesterday was my first proper time on the bike since Mizen to Malin, and we picked a cracking event, the inaugral Glin GAA/Mid West Cancer Charity Cycle. Out of the M2M crew it was only Mike and myself, but Mike’s mate Robbie also joined us, for his first event. This was a 60 mile spin around west Limerick, and contrary to gloomy weather reports we were absolutely spoiled by how good the weather was.

The route itself was about as flat as you could hope for, although the sting in the tail was at the end. BUt since the whole objective was to be a charity cycle there was a big emphasis on keeping the group together, so it was very stop/start. (starting at 10:30 I thought we would be back around 3PM, taking it handy. As it was it was 5PM). But in between stops we were let tip away at our pace, so it was nice to be closer to the front than the back for a cycle . There was a bunch of maybe 10 club cyclists straining at the leash, and they broke away from the group, finding the “bursty” nature hard to handle. But since the sun was shining and it was a charity event we decided we were happy enough to stay with the group.

Glin Charity Cycle

The organisation for the event was very good, there was plenty of support cars, motorbikes and vans , and no shortage of water or food.  It might be worth catering for a higher speed spin next year, but given the majority of people hadn’t covered a fraction of the distance before,  the slower pace was definteily the way to go for the first event. It was great to see a turn out of people just turning up on whatever bikes they had or could borrow, and it was a massive effort for some.  It actually highlighted the progress we’ve made over the last few months, in that I was able to take a few turns and for once even help pull a few up the odd drag.

As for us, we really enjoyed it, the weather made it really enjoyable, and given that we pushed the pace a few times (Mike especially was at the front constantly during the day), we were surprisingly fresh by the end (although I didn’t really enjoy the last 2 climbs, but nothing new there!).  I was surprised by how high my heart rate was at times, especially when i wasn’t under a lot of pressure, but given how quickly it recovered I’m taking that as a sign of improvement.

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New Toys from Garmin

August 18, 2011 1 comment

Garmin have recently announced 2 new devices, one of which I was initially interested in, the Garmin Edge 200 and the Garmin Vector.

Garmin Edge 200

The latest addition to Garmin’s stable of cycling computer is the Edge 200, a budget computer (well, budget relative to it’s bigger brothers) that is aimed at the customer segment that still considers the Edge 500 too fancy (see my previous post).

The newest device will show all the basic information on a ride that the vast majority of people are interested in (time, speed, distance and calories), without any of the ANT+ features that the 500 and 800 have (suchas support for cadence, heart rate monitors, power meters etc).  Indeed the edge 200 is about as simple as it gets, in that it doesn’t even have an external speed sensor, rather relying on GPS (Garmin claim that to have fine-tuned their latest iteration to be more accurate, and with faster load times).

Garmin Edge 200

The Garmin Edge 200

At an RRP of $150 it’s definitely not the cheapest cycle computer out there, but given that it will have full compatibility with Garmin Connect there will definitely be a market for it.

Garmin Vector

The second device from Garmin due to launch in 2012 is a pedal based power measurement system. Up to now fitting power meters is rather expensive and technical, pretty much out of reach of the standard sportive rider. But being a pedal meter, this means now that the average cyclist can now fit a power meter to his bike in a matter of minutes, as long as it takes to change pedals.

Garmin Vector

Garmin Vector Pedal Power Measurement System

While not the first attempt at a pedal based power meter ( Look and Polar attempted one before), this one has the advantage of being ANT+ compatible, making it more interoperable with other cycling computers (given that the Edge 500 is probably the predominant cycle computer now, it is a wide market).

But now for the drawbacks. Firstly, at present it’s only compatible with Look Keo pedals. An inconvenience, but not the end of the world. But the biggest drawback is the price, $1500! That’s a new bike for most people! Initially I thought I had misread , but no that’s the RRP. You can definitely expect this to come down in the next few years, but at this price it’s a DIY power measurement system will be out of the price range of all but the most well-to-do weekend road warrior.

Mizen to Malin Day 7: Letterkenny to Malin Head

Letterkenny to Malin Head (64 miles)

Now that there was a car available , we made a decision (without much hesitation in fairness), to ditch the bags for the last day. Given that we had about 400 miles in the legs and wanted to tackle the Gap of Mamore it was a fairly wise decision. Althought the legs were stiff, the sun was shining and so morale was high.

As per usual we eased into the pace until legs were loosened out, but the route out to Buncrana was fairly flat and we tipped away at a nice pace, stopping once to get some gear out of the car. But the weather Gods had been quiet all week and by the time we pulled into Buncrana we were well and truly saturated. And with the northerly wind the temperature dropped as well .

We had lunch at a petrol station, and just as we were about to pull out (the rain hadn’t subsided yet), a local came up to us talking about the spin. He had done Mizen to Malin 4 times previously, and was quite enthusiastic. Once he found out we were going to try Mamore near the end of M2M, and in those weather conditions he thought we were nuts! In fairness he was very helpful with directions, and even lead us through town to the road. But between the bad weather, and the tales of woe ascending and descending the gap, morale started to take a downturn.

And of course the complete lack of signposts didn’t help either. But deciding the keep the coast on our left we plodded along, checking iPhones every few minutes to see if we were close.  We knew the road would be rough and ready, and after a few really sharp pulls (18%+ or so) we thought we were pretty much on it. After a couple of  hundred yards I was off the bike, walking, then back in the saddle on the less steep bits, barely spinning in the triple. At least I was making progress. And then we came off the boreen, on to a better stretch of road. And to our left was what can be best described as a tarmac wall. “Ah”,  I thought “bingo!”.

IN fairness, the run up to it was straight, the surface good, and it didn’t look impossible. so after a few minutes break, people took on water (some emptied water!) ,everyone settled and off we went. For me it was pretty much just a duathlon! Don’t think I lasted more than 1/2 a mile. we have photo’s but they don’t really do it justice. Basically if you stopped at all it was nigh on impossible to generate enough momentum to go forward again. Best bet was to tack across the road and pray you could clip in.

Why you shouldn't walk in cycling shoes

Only one man made it up on the bike the whole way (in fairness the rest gave more valiant efforts than me), but the extra weight was an absolute handicap on the way up. Having said that by the time I eventually hauled myself over the line i thought I could just coast down the other side. Wrong! Having a combination of weight, wet roads, and just sheer fatigue I knew the only way down on the bike would be to absolutely ride the brakes. And after a few minutes at 3/4 miles an hour I was really struggling to keep the speed under control, so again it was a dismount to get down. In fairness I might have made it, but fear of not making it to Malin Head because of a broken collar-bone was fairly prominent in my thoughts, so no regrets.


The Rusty Nail

At least once near the bottom we were able to spin away, back to normality. And just as we were progressing down the road we spotted “the Rusty Nail”. “PINT?” I called out. “PINT!” came the reply. And we that we were pulled over again. Decent pints outside, but they tasted so much better after Mamore. It was here we spotted a broke spoke on MOC’s bike, the only mechanical failure (zero punctures!) of the week. Just as we were about to head off again the heavens opened, so we just stood under the shade of the pub, waiting for it to break, and talking to a local who did a lot of club cycling.  

But we still had 20+ miles on the clock, so even though the rain was biblical we decided to push on. After a couple of miles we swung into Clonmany (there was a festival in full swing, but we couldn’t enjoy it) to meet the support crew, so we could swap out a spare wheel for Martin O’C. Dick (who had hoped to do the week with us, but was ruled out due to knee surgery) had also arrived. Just a quick 5 minutes, and back on the bikes for the final spin.

It can be tough when you land into Malin town and then realise there’s still another hour to go, but c’est la…  We tore through Malin anyway, and on the open road, pancake flat, the lads led a leadout train, pushing away at around 21mph, into the wind. Tough work, even tucked away sucking wheel! But once we hit a final set of bumps we were all blown. From here on I just wanted to spin, and just get there. The last few miles are tough enough, no long drags, but some really sharp little digs (15, 20%), that the only way up is out of the saddle.

the crew who drove up, to drive us home!

I eventually rolled in to the base of the Banba, for the final climb. Here the 3 amigos that had done the whole were waiting for  me, and in a gesture that was (truly) appreciated, they insisted I lead the way to the top, where our supporters had gathered. And what a tough few hundred metres it was! An absolutely fantastic feeling once we got there, having an actual finish line was really nice. Big cheers to the 2 girls who came up to drop of MOC for the last day, and to Dick for driving the rest of us home. Also tahnks to Mike’s mate Vinnie, who dragged the family up for support. Greatly appreciated all.

I’ll spare the details of all the photos etc, but I would like to mention the owner of Caffe Banba, who had a coffee truck up there. He gave us some really great coffee gratis. A real gentleman.

Finally it was off to our Hotel, the Seaview Tavern.  We had actually debated just sticking the bikes in the cars, but since it was only 3 miles or so, and all down hill, we rolled out again. Couldn’t leave the week in the back of a car!

Mizen to Malin Day 6: Ballyshannon to Letterkenny

August 15, 2011 4 comments

Ballyshannon to Letterkenny (60 miles)

Our original plan had been to cycle from Ballyshannon past Letterkenny, just to leave us with a short day at the end, (circa 45 miles or so). But since Martin O’C was driving back up from Limerick to cycle the last day with us, we decided to have an easy day on Friday instead. Everybody was looking forward to a nice easy relaxing day, and that’s how it started.

Since we had a short day the lads wanted to break it up a bit, so our landlady at the B&B advised us to head through the town and head to  Rossnowlagh beach. The street through Ballyshannon is pretty steep, so a shock to the legs first thing, but once through town we just spun away for a few miles, until we arrived at the beach. Stopping off at the beach was a great idea, it really helped break up the day. One of the drawbacks was a bunch of lads trying to change on a packed beach without any towels or swimwear. And as a certain member of the group found out (name withheld), you need to keep up a certain amount of momentum when cycling unto the sand, otherwise unfortunate dismounts can occur!

Dolan Preffisio on the Beach at Rossnowlagh

Rossnowlagh Beach

After an hour or so on the beach, it was back on the bikes, a handy spin 45 mile spin to Letterkenny. Morale was high in the camp, although there were a few tired legs, everyone was looking forward to getting to the B&B early, just to relax for a few hours. For the whole week while not killing ourselves with pace, we had very little downtime in the evenings: normally once checked in and showered it was normally straight out to dinner.

We stopped at a petrol station on the run into Donegal Town for a quick sandwich and then back on the bikes.  Barnesmore Gap was the only climb of the day into Ballybofey,  but it wasn’t as bad as expected, and once into Ballybofey we stopped for another coffee.

Unfortunately this is where things went awry. Long story short we missed the turn that was signposted for Letterkenny, and ended up staying on the road to Lifford. Since we had a westerly wind we had  actually been tipping away at a nice pace, and it was only after about 7 miles we realised we were on the wrong track. The options were either to cut across country (over a narrow network of roads), or cycle back all the way to Ballybofey, and then pick up the right road. Getting advice from locals (obviously not cyclists!), we headed over cross country: big mistake! The route was quite narrow, with some really nasty, sharp little climbs.

and of course we missed a few other turns (the Irish just don’t do signposts). After about an hour and a half basically going round in circles, we eventually got back onto the right road (if you look at the garmin activity the detour is fairly obvious).  Of course because we were expecting only a short spin, I didn’t eat enough, and the bonk hit on the final climb up to the top of the hill before Letterkenny.  I must admit I was doing a lot of whining. But at least once we hit the top it was all downhill.

The descent into Letterkenny was expected to be the fastest descent of the week, and it lived up to the billing. Because I wasn’t overly happy with the braking with the extra weight on the bike (plus a few hit manholes on the way down), i kept my top speed to 39 mph. Mike hit about 47, the highest of the week, although Donal wasn’t far behind (very hard to read a cycle computer with your eyes running!). Fortunately the B&B (Burndale House) was just off the turn, and we were home for the day.

Once we had the usual shower etc we headed off to find what can only be the best hidden gem in Letterkenny, the restaurant Fantasia.  Hidden inside an industrial park, we were convinced we were on the wrong track (once again), until we caught the waft of garlic bread. And were we in for a treat! A unit across from an NCT centre, the restaurant was very nicely decorated inside, and given the large crowd it’s obvious that’s it’s not that hidden to the locals! Every plate was cleared,  many rounds of Peroni consumed, and to top off the dinner the waiter gave us a round of Citronella on the house. Fantastic!

Martin O’C and the girls arrived just as we were finishing dinner, and Mikes contact (who had suggested Fantasia), next recommended the Cottage pub on Main Street. I’ll spare the details, but a good night was had, and we were back home just after last orders.

Mizen to Malin Day 5: Claremorris to Ballyshannon

Claremorris to Ballyshannon (77 miles)


On paper a long day, and this was made a lot longer by a headwind that was present for about 60 miles. Understandably after the previous night there was a slow start in the morning, but unfortunately a very heavy shower (10 minutes of absolutely torrential rain), made this a struggle. we didn’t even have time to get the raingear on when the downpour started, and had to head towards a cluster of trees for shelter. But we were soaked to the bone, and it took hours to dry out

We stopped at Charleston (after only 20 miles), in a nice little deli just off the main square, and had fine lunch (outside unfortunately, because we soaked and didn’t want to wreck the place inside).  Because of the northerly wind the pace was slow, and we were wet can cold, so morale was fairly low, but we pushed on to Sligo, and despite another few showers we began to make some gains in speed, due to a slight downhill trend to the coast.

We got to Sligo just after 4, and stopped off at a petrol station just on the other side of town. At this stage morale was improving, and with the weather picking up and an end in sight we set for a bit of a pull out of Sligo. However we were still into the wind, and again we climbing for what felt like an hour (although it was in reality about 15 minutes!).  Finally with about an hour to go the wind finally shifted to our favour, and because everyone just wanted to get to the B&B (Elm Brook) the lads started to lift the pace. For the last few miles from Bundoran to Ballyshannon the wind was fully at our backs and it was a relief to be able to just spin away in the big ring for once.

To be honest the day on the road was probably the least enjoyable, due to a lack of scenery and the weather, but as it happens because of the tailwinds at the end, combined with an urge to finish we actually finished the day with our highest average speed, of just over 15mph.

Karen, the owner of the B&B, was very friendly and obliging, and once again we were blessed to enjoy the hospitality of a great host. She very kindly put on a wash of our kit, and stowed the bikes away for the night. She also advised us to go to the Nirvana restaurant, but unfortunately it appeared we arrived on an off night. The food was average, and the 2 waiting staff were under pressure, and not overly-friendly (indeed the young waitress was making faces at another member of staff). Given the tiredness of everyone we just had a couple of pints and then headed home.



Mizen to Malin Day 4: Doolin to Claremorris

August 10, 2011 2 comments

Doolin to Claremorris (79 miles)

At 79 miles this was planned to be our longest day, and given that a few of us were struggling at the very start with stiff legs, the initially climb out of Doolin was a bit of a shock. But once the legs loosened out a bit it turned out to be  a cracking first half of the day. Even though it was a little overcast, the cycle along the coast was fantastic. I was expecting more hills, so it was a nice surprise to find a pretty flat spin on the way into Kinvara, even if we had an easterly headwind on the run into Ballyvaughan.

After some really rough roads, and a surprising sharp little wall of a climb (the first time I had to get off the bike), outside Bell Harbour, we eventually made Kinvara. We had lunch in Kinvara, but by the time we got back on the road again it was 2 o’clock and we had 50 miles left. But from Kilcolgan all the way the Claremorris we were now on main roads, with a hard shoulder and what was now a tail wind. so for the next we hours we started making a decent pace.

Apart from an absolutely torrential downpour (we were lucky we were less than 1/2 mile from a tree) the journey into Claremorris was pretty uneventful. We arrived at the B&B (Ashlawn House) around 6, and while initially quiet, the owner had no trouble at all in letting us wash our gear.

Once sorted we strolled into town for some food. To be honest we were expecting very little of the food in Claremorris, but we had definitely a memorable night. First off we ate in the Old Arch restaurant, and the food and wine was simply fantastic! Not a morsel left on any plate, the staff were brilliant, very well trained and very friendly. It really was brilliant food.

T-Bone Steak


Once we had our fill of steak and merlot, it was off to potter around town, to find somewhere for a decent pint. We were strolling around, ignoring all the obvious choices, when Martin suddenly said “lads, I think I saw a pub at the back of that shop”. And so he did. A brilliant little gem of a place, PJ Byrnes. At first we were eyed with suspicion (only about 3 in the bar), but it was exactly what we were looking for. Quiet, but with really friendly locals and fantastic Guinness. By the end of the night they were chatting away, telling us about how they had fought the law and they won! (after hours serving was the crime…pfft!).  This little pub was a real highlight, they even signed a postcard of the pub, to the wish us luck and if that wasn’t enough Dick stood a round to us.  These were exactly the sort of experiences that we had hoped for, and were an undoubted highlight of the trip