My fourth Dragon. Weather reports had threatened rain, and despite my usual trick of casting about the web until I find a weather report that I actually like, I took all my clothes, along with some factor 15, just in case.
Decided it would be sunny so dressed accordingly, and got to the start to hear the mellifluous tones of our very own Huw as master of ceremonies, intersperesed with the Pirates of the Carribean theme on continuous loop. We set off in groups of 100 riders, zipping along almost effortlessly before the climb to Llantrisant strung us out, the road topography and condition similar to the Surrey Hills. First major climb, Bwlch 1, came at 18 miles and went uneventfully, friendly valley folk waving us on our way. I decided to save my legs and stuck it in the granny, twiddling up in the middle of the cassette. Passed quite a few riders on the way up and the descent was, as ever, great fun as it dumped us at the base of Rhigos for the next climb to the first feedstation. I don't know what people expect at these events, rows of roasting hogs perhaps, but I had no complaints. Scarfed down a banana and topped up my bottles before tearing off for another enjoyable descent to the split point, left for the short route and right for the long. Nice to see Del and Andy on one of the climbs, Rhigos I think.
Having the split at just 38 miles seems odd as all but the most unfit, lardy pie-monkey would still feel good at this point and be tempted into the Brecon Beacons and the full 190kms. Anyway, I swung right and headed into that bleak SAS training ground, unable to catch groups in front and keeping ahead of those behind so pretty much on my tod as I struggled into the headwind.
After another whizzy downhill we went left for the worse climb, up to Cray reservoir, where my hotfoot returned despite my munching twice the recommended dosage of paracetomols and ibuprofens throughout the day. Sped down from Cray with a bunch of London Dynamos but left them as their line discipline and high speed bunch riding skills were a bit off. Also as we were getting into Neath and possible traffic lights I had no intention of getting caught up in their RLJ antics and getting DQ'd.
By this time I was getting passed a lot, popping pills regularly, though I managed a cheery greeting as I passed Steph just outside Neath.
Neath had its steep climb to Cimla and the final feed station where I met Rob Q then it was off for the second climb of Bwlch which was absolute torture. Good descent though and well-earned, then a nasty climb up Llangemoir with a very fast descent through some sharp hairpins where i actually managed to both stay upright and on my side of the road.
With only 20kms to go the temptation is to absolutely cane it so that is what I did, working up to a ridiculous sprint finish with some random guy as we fought for what? 2,500th and 2,501st?
The weather held up - one bloke was riding in full winter kit, even down to neoprene overboots - and the cooling breeze up Bwlch 2 was a nice tailwind to take us home. Got a medal to say I'd finished and some usual cr@p in a placky bag. Ride time was 7:15 at average 15.8mph. Official time 7:35.
All told a fantastic day out.