Sunday, 2 April 2000

The Sunday Training Ride

Taupo to Hastings
Sunday 2nd April 2000
by Jason Kelly

Another Sunday morning arrived and a nice gentle long ride was planned. As we were in Taupo, we had planned to bike home to Hastings. The brakes on the tandem had even been adjusted in anticipation of some good downhill speeds.

The weather was overcast and cool with a forecast of showers later on. Since it was fine, John Barry and I thought we might as well start off and see how far we could get before the weather closed in. So, at about 8.35am, we set off on the tandem (the two seat Cannondale Tandem), bound for home.

My legs didn’t feel too bad after the previous days ride (100k Rotorua to Taupo Flyer on the triplet tandem) and we started off at a gentle pace. The first half an hour or so saw an average speed of around 28/29km/h. This was about what I expected for the day and the hills were still to come! We rode up the gentle slopes at a reasonable pace and once out on the plains, rode into clear blue sky. The weather promised to get us the whole way home unabated!

Just past the Rangitaiki Tavern, we caught up to three cyclists on mountain bikes, complete with backpacks. We rolled over the top of a small rise and rode down the other side at 60km/h, leaving the mountain bikers just enough time to register that were passing them. As they were riding at about 15-20km/h, by the time we returned to cruise speed at the bottom, we could barely see them behind us.

The tandem enjoyed the rolling plains country and we quickly raised our average speed. We reached the first “real” hill at about 1 hour 40 minutes, which was about the same time it took us in the Taupo - Napier cycling classic. This hill was climbed all the way in the big chain ring (a 58) just to see if we could do it. We did and I knew then that we were riding at a good average pace.

From the top of the hill, it was downwards with some good descents. We managed around 85km/h maximum speed down the first big descent and then about 95km/h down the second big descent. Hill climbing was proving to be no problem - all hills can be climbed with the right gear, it is just the speed you want to do it at that hurts.

We reached the bottom of the Summit hill and spun into the small chain ring for the first time. On this climb we averaged around 15-16km/h without blowing the heart rate monitor. Once at the top of the summit, we were again greeted by clear blue sky and knew Hastings was still our target.

The tandem literally flew down the summit hill - we reached a top speed of just on 100km/h. Just as well no cars or trucks got in the way! The force on my face at 100km/h gave me visions of the effects of weightlessness. It is something that is not quickly forgotten.

Titiokura, all 3km of it, was reached and climbed fairly comfortably at around 13-14km/h. We were now into a good rhythm on the tandem and just cruised along. We again hit speeds in the 90km/h range on the descents.

We came upon two other cyclists riding home but, unfortunately for them, we caught them just over the crest of a hill. As we rode down, reaching a maximum speed of about 95km/h, they were just left standing still as their speedometers edged up to 80km/h (or so I hear!) The tandem sure does like the downhills and the 58:11 gear!

Approaching Eskdale, approximately 125km from where we started in Taupo, John asked what the time was. When I told him it was about 12.05pm (i.e. about 3 hours 30 minutes since we left Taupo), he almost fell off the bike. He knew we had been riding well but this was a bit over the top!

Despite my suggestion, we decided to miss Hill and Seafield Roads and instead rode through Bayview, Napier and on towards Hastings to St Georges Road to reach home. We rolled into my home gate at about 1.24pm.

Getting off the bike was quite easy and we still felt fairly comfortable. Reviewing the cycle computer, we (John Barry and myself) found that we had ridden the Kelly Rocket Tandem (two seat tandem) non-stop from Taupo to just south of Hastings, a total distance of approximately 172km, in 4 hours 49  minutes, at an average speed of just under 36 km/h, reaching a maximum speed of just on 100km/h (we didn’t want a speeding ticket!) down the Summit hill.

Now that’s what I call a Sunday training ride!

 

Saturday, 1 April 2000

Rotorua to Taupo 100k Flyer

Saturday 1st April 2000
by Jason Kelly

The day dawned clear in Rotorua with fog south towards Taupo. By the start time of 10am, the fog had mostly lifted, leaving virtually perfect weather - fine, mild and little wind.

Approximately 1,000 riders, in four classes - elite, tandem, relay and social, lined up for the start. Eighteen tandems took part with at least four tandems from Hawkes Bay present.

After starting at the Rotorua racecourse, the race wended its way south through the Waikite Valley and up what the organisers euphemistically called a “steep” hill at the 41 kilometre mark. The hill, just 800 metres long, is extremely steep (an easy Burma Road equivalent!) and many riders abandoned pedalling their bikes in favour of walking to the top of the hill to meet the lone bagpiper. From the top of the hill, an exhilarating descent lead back to the main highway at Waitapou. After a brief section on the main highway, the course turned left to ride through mainly gentle rolling country in the Broadlands area before finishing inside the new multi-million dollar Taupo Events Centre.

The Kelly Triplet, captained by Jason Kelly and stoked by Patrick Kelly and John Barry, sat in the front bunch for the first 10 kilometres or so to get a feel for the strength of the field, especially the other tandems. At about the 10 kilometre mark, the Kelly Triplet launched an attack which left the majority of the field in their wake. Bryce Shapley, a member of the New Zealand National Road Squad and Stephen Ward, a member of the Ramblers Cycling Club, were the only two riders to survive the initial attack. Shortly afterwards, at speeds of up to 47km/h at the top of some short but solid hill climbs, the front bunch was reduced to purely Hastings riders - the Kelly Triplet and Stephen Ward.

From there, the pace was picked up by the leading bunches and the “steep” hill was reached after about an hour of total riding. The Kelly Triplet engaged its lowest gear and managed to climb reasonably comfortably along side Stephen Ward to the top of the hill at respectable speeds of 11 to 13 km/h, despite having an all up weight of around a quarter of a tonne (250kg) to push to the top. Once the top of the hill was reached, speeds quickly returned to 65km/h on the downhill slopes before hitting a top speed of just under 80km/h down a long hill on the main highway.

Once off the main highway and into the rolling Broadlands countryside, the front two bikes pushed on, averaging around 43km/h. It was reported that the chasing bunch, comprised of Bryce Shapley and promising top New Zealand riders, worked extremely hard together and pushed themselves to the limit but time checks revealed that they only managed to pull back 10 seconds on what was now a 3 minute gap to the front cyclists.

The race ended in a somewhat farcical manner as the lead car missed the final corner and took the two front bikes down the wrong road. The error was quickly noticed by the lead car but by the time the cyclists turned around, any chance of  a fair finish had vanished. Despite this, both the Kelly Triplet and Stephen Ward arrived at the entrance to the Taupo Events Centre almost simultaneously. The race organiser, realising the error was not of the cyclists making, offered both bikes 1st equal place and this was graciously accepted by all parties.

Overall, the Kelly Triplet and Stephen Ward recorded a time of 2 hours 26 minutes, at an average speed of just over 41 km/h. Just over three minutes later, the hard working chasing bunch arrived and finally saw the triplet again. A three minute gap was a gap of over 2 kilometres on the road. The next tandem arrived in a time of 2 hours 42 minutes. Riders continued to finish over the next four or so hours.

Prize giving was held at 5pm that evening in the Taupo Events Centre. Prizes were awarded for places in all grades except for social. A number of spot prizes were also awarded - some had to be earned by racing to the top of the rock wall inside the Centre. Janne Baker of Hastings won a spot prize in this manner.

The organisers are hoping for a field twice the size next year and this ride is a good opportunity to ride with other riders and on different roads. You also get in some short but serious hill climbing and a good opportunity to ride from Taupo to Hastings the following day!

Sunday, 19 July 1998

Door County Tandem Rally

16 July - 19 July 1998
by Jason Kelly

After a day and a half of travel from Los Angeles, I had finally arrived at Egg Harbour, Door County. A little travel weary, I began to ask myself, "Why had I come all this distance to a tandem rally without a tandem to ride or a partner to ride with?" The feeling was a little familiar as when I first told the travel agent that I wanted to travel to Egg Harbour, he simply asked, "Where?", followed very quickly by, "Why??"

Well, Door County is located in the state of Wisconsin in the United States and rests on the west coast of Lake Michigan. This is roughly one hours commercial flight north of Chicago. Another one and a half hours drive north takes you to the town of Egg Harbour which has a population of less than 1,000 people [as have all the surrounding towns on the Door County peninsula.]

Later that afternoon, as I stepped out of my hotel room into the mid-summer sun to attend the first pre-ride meeting, I was confronted with the sight of a quint [five seat tandem] gliding past with just a single rider on it. I immediately knew for certain why I had come all this distance - to view and hopefully ride "exotic" tandems, to research the possibility of organising a tandem rally in New Zealand and to further examine the possible importation of some of the more exotic tandem models.

The quint was just one of the many "exotic" and unusual tandems out of the approximately 70 tandems in total that attended the rally. The vast majority of tandems were ridden by husbands and wives but there were also triplets [three seat tandems] with the husband and two children riding or the husband, wife and a child riding. There was a recumbent tandem [where both riders are fully seated low to the ground and the pedals are out in front of them], a titanium tandem, a "shade shifter" tandem where the frame colour changes from green to purple [and shades in between] depending on the light striking it, tandems with baby buggies attached, a tandem with a half bike and a baby buggy  attached, "soft rider" seats, suspension seat posts, helmet mirrors, child stoker kits for children who cannot reach the normal pedals, full size tandems [700cm wheels] with couplets that allow them to be pulled apart and freighted in specially made "suitcases" and perhaps most remarkably -  a 20 inch wheel "Blinkey" brand tandem that also had couplets. This particular tandem was most remarkable, not for its wheel size, but for its riders - the combined age of the husband and wife team was 159 years! i.e. the husband was 79 years young and his wife was 80 years young.

With all this technology in front of me and so many people to ask questions about their particular tandem, the fact that I didn't manage a ride on Thursday's 28 mile ride paled into insignificance. This first ride was not without its difficulties though. One couple had biked from Green Bay to Egg Harbour [about 70 miles / 112km] after putting their "suitcase"  tandem together in a hotel room. They were quite glad to make it as they had seen the airline baggage crew throw their tandem case from 3 metres away to the plane ................................................................... and miss! The suitcase bounced off the ground but no serious damage was incurred. They had budgeted on the first ride being the fourteen miles advertised in the pre-ride literature. Unfortunately, this was slightly wrong [the ride was in fact 14 miles / 22km out and 14 miles / 22km back - twice the expected distance!] so they ended up, slightly wearily, almost cracking the "magical" 100 mile ride in a day barrier. These riders were not amused!

The entire tandem rally was advertised as "positively flat." This first ride soon defined exactly what "flat meant" - it certainly had many definitions! The steepest "hill" was about a two hundred metre long climb of moderate to harsh steepness. This was basically "the hill" with everywhere else being gentle rolling to flat country. For those from dead flat States, this countryside represented enormous hills and there was gentle ribbing about the "positively flat" course! For others used to a few hills, the countryside was basically flat except for the odd little, short, upward "bump".

The Friday long ride was a 53 mile / 85km jaunt around the county [alternatively, riders could complete the short course of 30 miles / 48 km]. By the time the riders reached lunch in a small town park, many of them were struggling and inquiries about the spare rider from New Zealand started to come in. I was offered a mountain bike tandem, complete with fat knobbly tyres, to ride the following day as the couple had brought both their road tandem and their mountain bike tandem to the rally. Unfortunately, with this offer, I still needed to find a partner! After lunch, with a short, flat 9 miles / 14 km ride to return to the hotel, all the riders pushed on to try and complete the day. Most of them made it.

Returning in the mechanics vehicle to the hotel, we passed his wife who had been riding a tandem with one daughter on the back, another on a half bike joined to the tandem and another in a buggy behind this. A further daughter was being towed in another buggy behind a single bike by a family friend. The oldest daughter was about 10 years old. When we caught up to them, they were walking up one of the "hills". After an extremely short consultation, we all exchanged places and the mechanic rode the tandem with all of its attachments while I rode the single bike with the buggy. The true steepness of the "hill" can probably be judged by the fact that I went over the top of it in sand-shoes doing just over 20 miles an hour [32 km/h]. The mechanic offered to ride with me that afternoon on his Trek tandem and this offer was readily accepted. In about ten minutes, he adjusted the pedals back to full size on the back, adjusted the back seat height with the quick release height adjuster and we were off. We covered most of the mornings ride in just over an hour and returned in time for the evening meal.

The scheduled long ride for the next day was 65 miles / 104km and many people took the opportunity that night to offer me a ride the following day! In the end, I said the first one with a definite ride opportunity would be accepted. That did not take long! It was agreed that the wife would ride the first 25 miles / 40km and I would drive their vehicle to meet them at that point and ride from there for the rest of the day. Their vehicle turned out to be a huge four wheel beast and this, combined with navigation [keep the lake on the left!], and driving on the wrong side of the road to usual, I decided to head out shortly after they did on the tandem. A quirk of Door County readily appeared - the speed limit changed literally every 1km or so - 20mph then 35mph then 25mph and so on. Not exactly a good place to take a first drive in a big vehicle on the wrong side of the road! Despite the unusual driving challenges, I managed to arrive in good time and sat in the sun to watch the tandems roll by. Shortly after the agreed meeting time, my ride arrived and we exchanged places as arranged.

We then rode the next 7 or so miles to the Washington Island Ferry and crossed over, complete with tandems, to the island. On riding around the island, we were turning around a corner, at a reasonable speed, when my co-rider saw a stone right in his line and he decided unilaterally to swerve around it. Sitting on the back, I just closed my eyes and thought, "Here comes the road!" Thankfully, this did not eventuate and we successfully completed the turn. I discovered later that my co-rider is a church minister!

Without further hijinks, we crossed back over on the ferry and rode to a smorgasbord lunch. One hundred and fifty or so cyclists turning up over two hours for lunch must have certainly given the restaurant a run for their money - especially when most riders requested copious quantities of cold water to refill their drink bottles!

After lunch, we set off on the balance of the set course. However, my co-rider decided to take a short cut as he had agreed to meet his wife earlier than we were going to get back to the hotel on this course. One faulty turn saw us visit bays in Door County that are off the beaten track - as was indicated by the dirt road we were riding on! We quickly realised our error and back tracked to the main road and made a beeline for the hotel. By the time we went through the front gate of the hotel, my co-rider had ridden 92 miles [147km] and declared that he could go no further. I had managed 67 miles [107km] and felt remarkably good given that it was my longest ride since Taupo last year!

On the Sunday morning, the last day, many riders were tired and had had enough cycling. Through being in the right place at the right time, I managed to ride a 700cm titanium tandem complete with suspension seatposts which has a retail price of US$8,495! We started out last on the ride and I was again on the back. The bike just flew along and we passed tandem after tandem until we reached the end point. At this time, we changed places and I was finally riding from the front. The bike also has a computer which shows you all the usual things plus which gear you are in, the gear ratio and your "virtual" cadence [i.e. the cadence required to achieve the speed you are travelling at, even if you are rolling downhill. This feature is reportedly used on downhill sections so you can judge when it is safe to start pedalling again!] We rolled effortlessly along back to the hotel, hitting a top speed of about 30mp/h [48km/h], wondering why it was taking all the other cyclists so long to get back. The total ride was around 20 miles / 32km and we did this very easily in well under an hour. We also rode up the "killer" Egg Harbour "hill" and never even thought of using any of the smallest chain ring gears and still managed to hit the top at over 10mp/h [16km/h].

On the way to the last riders get together, I finally caught up with the owner of the quint [5 seat tandem]. It transpires that there are only four or five modern day quints in the world. The owner informed me that they struggle badly up hills [he normally rides with his wife, two daughters and a son], can be ridden anywhere you can drive a car as they are about the same size and are high maintenance in that they keep breaking componentry due to the stresses put on them. Some of the pedals have been offset at 90 degrees to reduce this problem. Naturally, this tandem comes with a third disc brake to help in the stopping!

The tandem rally was organised by Santana Cycles Inc. of California. They are reportedly the largest manufacturer of tandems in the USA. They make only tandems and these include road, all terrain and mountain bike [including full front and back suspension] models with steel, aluminium or titanium frames, along with road triplets, quads and quints [three, four and five seat tandems]. With the current exchange rate, none of their bikes come cheap in New Zealand but they are a well respected company and from all accounts, manufacture very high quality bikes. All tandems come with a lifetime frame warranty to the original owner.

The rally was a get together of tandem enthusiasts for a four day cycling holiday. As such, the riding pace was gentile and relaxing. There was plenty of time to take in the sights and visit any attractions that took your fancy along the way. For a husband and wife, even with children, it proved to be a unique and enjoyable holiday break. Santana are considering holding a tandem rally in New Zealand in the year 2000 - time will tell if this becomes a reality.

If anyone is interested in a back seat ride on a racing tandem, our unique Cannondale Tandem is back on the road. It has a jade green coloured frame, even though to the naked eye it may appear red, orange and yellow - the reason for this is another story [and no, we do not have shade shifter paint!]  From November, we intend offering short 5-10 km rides [10-20 minutes] to those young and young at heart, who just wish to ride a tandem, not only to taste the unique adventure a tandem can give, but also to boast that, "I've ridden a racing tandem!" To members of the general public, there will be a moderate charge for this to help cover costs. For any Ramblers riders or Hastings Cycles group riders who wish to take a short ride or perhaps undertake something a little more adventurous, feel free to contact us to see what we can do. For those people who think a tandem is perfect for them and their partner, come for a test ride and just do it - it will be the best joint investment you will ever make!

Saturday, 31 January 1998

The myth of a faster bike

A modern day fairy tale
by A F Asterbike

Many years ago, not too long after dinosaurs ceased inhabiting the earth, an old bike existed quite peacefully in a shed, carefully accumulating dust. Its owner had not used it for several years and it sat neglected, tyres deflated. How the bike longed to see the sunshine again.

One fine, warm and sunny day, with not a single cloud in the sky, the owner was encouraged by his work mates to complete a local cyclethon. So, the old bike, the owners trusty (and rusty and squeaky, 10 year old, 15,000km on the clock) Morrison 10 speed was dragged from the shed into the bright sunlight and the thick dust was scraped off. Its tyres were inflated and its wish was fulfilled. After completing a “strenuous” six week riding schedule, which totalled about 1,000km, the cyclethon was completed in a time of a little under four hours. Immediately after the event, the old faithful bike was put back in the shed and forgotten about. Dust again began to accumulate.

Another 10 months passed and as the weather improved and the days became longer, the thoughts of the owner turned to cycling. This year, the owner thought, some serious riding was needed. As was written into stone age law, visions of planned riding levels and riding levels actually achieved varied wildly. The time of the cyclethon was quickly approaching after seven weeks and about 1,000km of riding had been completed on “old faithful.” Unfortunately, the old bike was showing its age and breaking spokes on every ride i.e. three or four times a week. Now a very regular patron of a local bike shop, the owner decided to invest in one of those nice new shiny entry level racing bikes. The owners spirit was buoyed immensely by the fact that they were assured that this was a “faster bike.” This meant it should be about 30 minutes faster around the cyclethon course than the old Morrison 10 speed. The big day came and went. The new bike simply did not perform - the ride had taken one minute longer on the faster bike than on the old faithful. Thoughts of a refund were quickly locked in the shed with the bike as cycling was again forgotten about.

More months rolled past, a new year commenced. Early winter approached and the new faster bike was pulled out of the shed to ride with the local cycling club. On the first ride, the bike again failed miserably and came a very comprehensive and extremely distant last. Motivation could not be gained for the following weeks ride and the bike stayed home. Over the next few months, a number of rides were completed and the bike slowly improved. A couple of months before the local cyclethon, a schedule of planned rides was set down which covered a total of approximately 1,600km. Soon enough, the big day came again and the bike finally performed - it shaved almost 20 minutes off its riders previous record. Perhaps it is a faster bike after all, the owner surmised.

The next year quickly arrived with the odd bit of cycling occurring on a regular basis. Semi-competitive thoughts entered the owners mind and they felt compelled to invest in a much faster bike. Again, the owner was assured that the new bike would be much faster up the hills and would be much easier to maintain higher speeds on the flats. A training program was set in place for the local cyclethon and about 1,800km were achieved over an eight week period. On the day of the cyclethon, the new much faster bike only achieved a time virtually identical to that of the previous year. The owner was suitably depressed with the bikes performance until they recalled the old cycling myth of a faster bike. Thoughts of a refund were again quickly considered but were dismissed as the truth of the myth of the faster bike began to bite home.

Soon enough, another cyclethon was looming and the myth was again considered. If a faster bike is not a reality, then an alternative method of going faster for the same effort had to be devised. Visiting the local cycle shop, the owner saw a tandem for sale. The owner had heard that tandems were faster bikes.
                                                                                                                                              
Buzzing with excitement, the tandem was tested, examined and eventually purchased. Training speeds and distances rose rapidly. The owner rejoiced - the myth could not be true - the tandem was surely a faster bike! With the tandem, the 10 weeks of training covering most days and several thousand kilometres were easily accomplished. The big day came, the rain fell, the bike punctured and fell apart. The final result was a time within a few minutes of the previous two years. The owner again felt compelled to demand a refund on the new faster bike. They had now purchased three faster bikes and all had failed to perform! Had the myth of the faster bike enforced it truth once more?

Sensing that it was just bad luck rather than a slower bike, a longer ride was planned for six weeks later. Training was intermittent but speeds were generally promising. The day of the longer ride soon arrived and the myth bit savagely once again - the time taken was virtually the same as the previous year! Shortly afterwards, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, the owner filed the bike away and it was not seen again for over seven months.

Determined to prove the myth wrong, the tandem was resurrected and a rigourous, structured, eleven week training schedule involving seven day a week training and peaking briefly at just over 450km a week was devised for the following year. In training, speeds were well down on the previous years excitement but the training schedule was largely adhered to. Finally, after weeks of training, the big day came once more. The sun shone and little wind disturbed the day. The bike flew around the course, shaving almost 40 minutes off the previous fastest time of the owner. So, the bike is faster after all, the owner concluded. The myth of a faster bike is false!

To prove the myth of a faster bike dead, a longer ride six weeks later was again planned. Training for this soon fell apart and very little was actually completed. On a bitterly cold day, the bike slowed, punctured and eventually rolled home in a time over 10 minutes slower than the previous year. Curse the myth the owner exclaimed. It simply cannot be true!

In the following days, the owner reflected on the achievements of previous years. If the myth of a faster bike is true, what else affects the time taken? Reviewing the number of kilometres covered before each ride, a pattern was fairly evident - more riding, a faster time. Dismissing the facts, the owner cast their mind ahead to the next year. I need a faster bike, the myth cannot be true.

Slowly the owners mind slipped into a state of deep sleep. Thoughts that perhaps a triplet tandem is a faster bike started to float across their mind .................................................. Perhaps next year I will finally purchase a FASTER BIKE! The dream continued to this day .................................... 

                                                                                              

The End

© 1998, Jason M Kelly, all rights reserved.

Sunday, 12 October 1997

The Dannevirke Enduro

12 October 1997
by Jason Kelly
 
"Hey Jason, are you going to do the 220km Dannevirke to Hastings and return ride?" asked Shaun.

"You have got to be kidding! Starting at 2 o'clock in the morning and riding in the dark for that distance is just plain crazy!", I replied.

Well, just a few very short weeks and about six rides together later, Shaun and I found ourselves at the start line in Dannevirke at 1.30am for briefing. Crazy we must be. I had never ridden more than 160km and certainly never biked at 2am before! And of course, it was a "fun ride".

It was a clear, mild morning with a strong and gusty south westerly wind. The field was small and we had the only tandem. Various lighting options were being used. Rod, from Hastings Cycles, had very generously lent us a halogen headlight which is absolutely brilliant (and essential for such a ride).

The course was very simple - from Dannevirke, head north straight up the main highway to Paki Paki, turn left and then continue on to the Stortford Lodge roundabout, turn around and go back the same way you came. Official distance is 220km.

At just after 2am, we rolled out from the start line. We started at the back of the field but within about 500m of the start, with the wind at our backs, we had all but completed what I call "the Lynx move" i.e. we go faster and faster and all the other riders fall off the back or just hang in for the tow. As I discovered later, one rider did just hang in but was dropped around Norsewood as we put the power on down a hill and he missed half a beat by leaning down to grab a drink! From this time to the finish, we never saw any of the other riders except when we passed them on the return journey.

A possum was so attracted to the headlight that it almost became road kill to the tandem. It must have a shorter tail at least after its efforts. After about 1hr 45m, we stopped briefly for a comfort stop. Riding through Waipukarau was the first time we could see the speedo and we were pushing around 43km/h comfortably past the aerodrome. Shortly past this, there was a total lack of wind.

Heading past Te Aute and Te Hauke to Paki Paki, we encountered some small patches of radiation fog. I had considered the possibilities of a cold night, rain and snow but fog had never crossed my mind. Heavy fog would make biking with spectacles very difficult as they would completely fog up, reducing visibility to nil. Thankfully, thick fog did not eventuate.

We continued on and reached the turnaround point of the Stortford Lodge roundabout in an official time of 2hrs 42m 57s. A stop of two or three minutes to stretch, eat and drink was taken just after this point. Once we started again, our main thoughts were on where the rest of the riders were. As it turned out, the next group was already 25 minutes behind us.

Once back onto the main highway, there were still some 90 odd kilometres to go. Riding up the Te Aute hill was the only time we used the small chain ring in the entire ride. Around 5.30am, the birds were already singing and the first wisps of light began to appear in the eastern sky. By 6am, the sun had yet to rise but it was already light. Shortly afterwards, the first rays of sun crossed the road and we had just biked through a sunrise!

Our pace had slowed a little and we stopped outside the Waipukarau aerodrome. The total time was approximately 4hrs 15m so far and the road sign said there were 54km to go. The other riders, working as a group, could have conceivably made up time on us, so we decided to try and push on. Just out of Waipukarau, the south westerly returned and our pace slowed - first down to 35km/h, then to 30km, then as we got more exposed on the Takapau Plains and turned even more into the wind, down to a crawl of about 22km/h. Long, straight and slightly uphill sloping roads do nothing positive for your morale after you have already biked for over four and a half hours and realise that at this pace, you could easily have another two and a half to go!

We finally crawled off the end of the Takapau Plains and were very happy to see the hills as these gave some protection and variety from the wind and monotony of the Plains. By this time, Shaun was convinced that the pursuing riders would have made large inroads on our lead. Given our average speed for the previous hour, I had to agree!

Riding on, we climbed the hills fairly efficiently and made good use of the momentum gained on the downhills. Finally, the last hill into Dannevirke was just in front of us. We climbed this and rode down the main street of Dannevirke, still into wind, at over 40km/h to cross the finish line just after 8.16am in an official time of 6hrs 16m 28s. Not a bad mornings work!

Waiting at the finish line for the next rider, we waited, waited some more and then the organiser said we might as well go and have a shower and breakfast before coming back. He had driven to Hastings to record the times at the turn around and, on the way back, said we were at about Takapau when the next group was at Waipawa! As it turned out, the second rider finished 1hr 2m 16s after us. I think the tandem is a very efficient machine!

We could not have done the ride without the support of my brother Patrick and his wife Pauleen and we record our thanks to them for being the support crew and following us for the entire ride. It must be hard keeping the van at 22km/h!

The first five places in the official results are:
                                                                                                Hastings           Total
Jason Kelly & Shaun Batty (tandem)                                      2:42:57            6:16:28
Bill Armstrong                                                                        3:07:58             7:18:44
Marty Baldwin                                                                        3:07:58             7:26:29
Ken Hardie                                                                             3:07:58              7:26:29
Warren Nation                                                                      3:24:48             7:26:29           

We got the bike home and as we took it out of the van, discovered that the back tyre had punctured! This was certainly the best place to get a puncture as there had been nightmares of changing tyres and tubes at 3am on the side of a dark and cold road! Thankfully, they had not eventuated. The ride was complete and we had won. Our "crazy" effort had paid off.

Despite the distance being just a warmup for professional riders, I certainly slept well that night!