"What is good? What is bad?"
As we rode up to a huge German chap on Day 3 of our 'race' we
were starving. We had ridden 150km that day, and only eaten 2
bananas so far...
We saw him leaving a village and asked if there was a village
shop there. He looked totally glazed so I repeated and asked if
there was any good food there. And he gave this amazing slow shrug
of his massive shoulders and said in his best 'Arnie' voice
"What is good? What is bad?". Which is either unbelievably
profound, or just the words of someone totally f*cked.
I was in Portugal, taking part in the inaugural BikingMan Portugal event. BikingMan
is a series of ultracycling events held around the world, where
your time is the 'gun time' and all stops and sleeps count towards
total time (hint: the winners don't sleep much).
They market this event as a 'sprint' as its only 950km
long - some events are 4000km! (for more details on the route
profile and our preparation, see
our recent blog).
Ultra riding is a growing genre, events like the Trans
Continental Race have inspired Instagram devotees and have exploded
It's a million miles from the world of road racing, skin suits
and marginal gains. Here you can lose days, not seconds, with the
wrong kit choice. I was keen to give it a bash; but very happy that
I was going as a pair with Ashley who was also keen to wet his
Hilariously Ash and I had only ever 'spoken' via email. We had
never met face to face and certainly not ridden together. So...
nothing like 950km to get to know one another (or massively fall
below: the faces of two men who don't know what they've let
themselves in for