09 May 2012 Van Wyk thrilled with victory at African Continental Championships, Mauritius
The 2012 African Continental Championships was held on the lovely island of Mauritius on the 5th of May. Team bizhub-FCF’s Junior Linda Van Wyk participated in the ...
Jade Roberts
(January 2010, Clarence Training Camp)
Absa Cape Epic Mountain Bike Race
When you are racing you get up every day and, despite the odd bit of cramp while
struggling to get dressed in the tent then the feeling of hip flexors about to snap
as you eventually stand up, you can get on your bike and within 10 minutes feel
‘normal’ (ish) again yet when your finished your body completely switches off. That
is how I found myself writing this. The thought of walking to the gate to board
a plane home seems a mission and trying to carry bags, forget it I’ll pay good tips
for a helping hand today!!
9 days ago I met my partner, Carel Bosman for our first ride together, before the
Epic began with a tough prologue. Off early we had a cool ride and I was glad to
follow Carel’s wheel up the technical bits when the sun was blinding us. Climbing
well together he then had to wait an age as I crawled down the single track that
was full of drop offs, rocks and roots. The crowd was amazing and I had to laugh
passing a group shouting “ride it, ride it” and when I climbed off my bike to walk
down they then shouted “good choice, good choice”!!
After been introduced already to a mass of Carel’s friends I was sorted with some
camping buddies once at Tulbagh which made the camping experience one of the best
parts of the event. Carel got us VIP treatment in the SuperCycling Club lounge which
meant after every day we got to relax on the most comfortable bean bags after a
soak in an ice bath and the best bit: fresh cooked sandwiches, multiple cups of
tea and many, many rusks and cookies!! After that closed I’d drop my nicely cleaned
bike off to the Specialized guys who looked like they were surviving on Red Bull
and beer but were doing a great job as I had no mechanical issues all week. Once
that was done I moved into the Absa lounge for Internet and the joy of Skype. At
6pm dinner started and I’d go there, find someone to chat to and have some really
good home cooked food. After the daily presentations, guest speakers, talk through
of the next day, a bit of socializing over tea and usually second helpings of dessert
it was pretty much bedtime. I slept well every night and woke around 5 to a cold,
damp tent, long queues for the toilet and breakfast but all worth while for a big
bowl of hot porridge.
The start every day was crazy. Starting in group B meant we were around 200 riders
back and once riding it was either stupidly fast with everyone wanting to move forward
or, as happened on stage 2 and 3, we went straight up a single track mountain so
it was down to a sedate walk while the leaders shot off. No point getting annoyed,
as everyone was the same and it was a good chance to take in the scenery and save
energy for later on.
By day four despite loving the camping routine I was very glad to sleep in a real
bed thanks to Nicolene’s mam in Worcester. The ride that day was my worse too with
4km of walking in traffic on the climb then on and off the bike over rocky river
beds and deep sand. It wasn’t just me, that stage got a lot of bad press. The finish
was the best part, catching another mixed team we had a full on race through the
golf course and sprinted down the single track to the finish, dropping them on the
way and nearly knocking a few other teams flying in the process! Having a house
to relax in meant I could massage my legs, do a stack of washing and not have to
walk a mile around the campsite, not to mention the delicious mountain of food we
got!
For the first time ever the Epic then had another time trial. The 32km loop went
through a reserve and the hills were steep, long and narrow which suited us both
as it wasn’t suited to the mixed teams that relied on pushing the woman along. We
finished 4th mixed team, which was our best yet.
Following that slight rest bite was 2 ‘hectic’ days starting with a daunting 145km,
far longer than any road race I’d ever done and with ……climbing! Despite been a
‘roadie’ the worse bit was the fast road to start With a nasty side wind I spent
a long time riding in the gutter imagining I was back in Holland. I was much happier
once the hills started and the groups split up. I hit a record of 6 mini muffins,
savory snacks and marshmallows yet still found plenty of room for the mincemeat
and sweet bread after in the lounge. All energy needed for the next big stage and
another 7 hours in the saddle with 2…… m climbing over ……km. As with a few mountains
that had scary descents I got a bit of a head start which was a good job as, scooting
along too slowly, I still managed to go over the front of the bars, into a press
up position and very slightly scuffed my chin. Within minutes Carel caught me and
I was much happier following him down enjoying the rest of the single track even
though he also went flying. The last 15km went round and round which cracked a lot
of teams with the steep climbs but with Carel setting our pace spot on again we
enjoyed it and pulled back a few struggling teams.
One of the most surreal things of the whole Epic was waking on the last morning
to Rolph Harris blasting out next to my tent! ‘Tie me Kangaroo Down” was then in
my head the entire 69km! It sounded short but with ……..climbing to do it was far
from over and with a nasty sandy section to finish I was glad to cross the line
in one piece and collect my well earned medal down in the beautiful setting at Lourensford
Wine Estate.
Below are a few things I have leant over the last 8 days, 39 hours of racing and
climbing the equivalent of Everest twice:
Eat lots of garlic snails if you want your partner to take the head wind
Banana muffins in back pocket works, avoid blueberry ones as they are too sticky and end
up clumped to your Allen keys only to be found hours later
Avoid 2 bowls of porridge on a stage that starts with a mountain
Put glasses on when going to the portaloos in the night to save bumping into men dressed only in underwear
Analyze bottle tops before drinking, mud is fine, cow s****t is not
Trying to teach mountain bikers the joy of an echelon in a side wind is like teaching me the art of a wheelie
Choose the right partner and the Epic is such a memorable, fantastic, fun yet
most challenging experience you’ll ever have.
