6. VW Bus und Familientreffen am Biggesee 30.5. - 3.6.2013

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Wenn ich Freitag ankommen würde, würdet ihr dann gemeinsam mit mir sporteln? Muss ja kein FB sein. Kann ja auch ne Fahrradrunde sein, da hab ich mit Urs die schönsten Uferstrecken in Erinnerung. Lg Indy

OK, gebongt. Fahrradrunde geht klar.

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Wenn ich Freitag ankommen würde, würdet ihr dann gemeinsam mit mir sporteln? Muss ja kein FB sein. Kann ja auch ne Fahrradrunde sein, da hab ich mit Urs die schönsten Uferstrecken in Erinnerung. Lg Indy

OK, gebongt. Fahrradrunde geht klar.

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Muss ja nicht der ganze Biggesee sein und auch nicht drei mal

Chapter *9.28*
No Olpe for the Wicked

…............“Yeah, me too and I'm racing tomorrow.” I mentioned.
It's sometimes a bit of a bugger having to pickup Roni and today was just such a day. Up to Mettmann then back to Köln to get on the motorway into the Bergisches Land and across to Olpe. Dad an' me left home at seven and the race isn't until eleven!
Whilst the Biggesee Jungere GP isn't part of the national series it is an important race in the regional Nord-Rhein-Westphalia series, the Wuppertal race earlier in the year is in the same series.
“I thought you said this was a chipper?” I accused Dad as we unloaded the bus.
“Did I say that?”
“You know you did.” I shot back.
“Well it's not National League.”
“Neither was Bitburg but you wouldn't exactly call that a chipper.”
“Well this isn't Bitburg either, it's three laps of the lake, nothing too challenging for the National Champions.”
We were weren't we, me and Ron, two years ago it was schoolboy Champeen and here I am, de facto Junior champion of Germany, a smile reached my lips. Nothing to prove today – neither of us are in the running in the NRW series, so we can ride our own race.
“You both okay?” Dad enquired thirty minutes later back inside the bus.
“A1.” Roni grinned.
“Like she says.” I agreed.
“No major climbs, three laps, no team orders but another win would be nice.” Dad told us.
“There a feed?” Ron enquired.
“Towards the end of lap two, we'll both be there, there's only a neutral service again today.
Some is better than none.
“Anything else?”
Nothing else to learn, the start is like under fifteen minutes away, we both shook our heads.
“Okay then, stay out of trouble, have a good ride.”
“And Roni,” her Mum started, “you're cleaning the silverware.”
Yes, an often overlooked element of winning, looking after the assorted shields and cups you accumulate.
“Come on Ron; let's leave the fogeys to their grumbling.”
I slid the door open and dropped to the ground.

‘NRW series leader, Joachim Hemer, best girl, Gloria Schlepper and we are pleased to see both the male and female National Series 2005 winners designate gracing the Metalloy Biggesee Jungere GP, Drew Bond and Veronike Grönberg!'
The compere finished the introductions with a flourish. I recognised the Hemer lad from Wuppertal but the girl didn't ring any bells.
“You know any of this lot?” I whispered to Ron.
“A few, Gloria does a lot of track, bit handy in a sprint, there's those lads from Sporting Club Wuppertal, they'll be out for revenge I'm sure, I think that Hemer kid rode at Xanten.”
“Thought I recognised him from somewhere.”
I adjusted my glasses, it's looking like a hot day is brewing, the few clouds above are chasing eastward at a steady but not high speed.
A whistle sounded then a volley of gunshot set us on our way. As usual we were neutralized until we cleared the town centre, a bit of a climb to the ring road then the green flag as we tipped downhill. Enthusiasm and lack of experience had a couple of local chancers tearing up the road but the majority of the peloton were content to let them have five minutes of fame.
As usual Team Apollinaris sat close together, near enough to the head of affairs to react but at the same time letting others set the pace. We dropped to the lake, the road then hugging the waterside for several K's, the early heroes by now safely back in the pack. The road then turned away from the water and started a steady climb between fields and woodland.
I wobbled my hand about for Ron, to indicate a possible place to attack, the gradient is pretty steady though and the road fairly straight. Over the top then the descent started with a swoopy stretch. Unusually today our circuit is going anti clockwise so we were soon directed into a left turn which whilst descending was much less steep.
We negotiated the streets of Repe then had to contend with an attempted escape as the road once again fell away. Next thing you know there's coppers, yellow jackets, flashing lights and the scream of brakes attempting to halt bikes travelling at over 50kph! A couple of riders managed not to make the corner, potential carnage was only averted by the fact we were quite strung out due to the downhill approach.
“Bloody hell!” Ron announced in broad Warsop.
“Yeah.” I agreed.
“I thought your Dad said there weren't any big climbs.”
Well it's not the St Bernard Pass but the road was certainly going over the top of a substantial climb.
“I think his definition is different to ours.” I supplied snicking down a sprocket.

The wide tarmac steepened steadily through a couple of looping bends taking us between fenceless fields. As trees replaced grass the gradient further increased then as we emerged once more into meadows the road could be seen high above us – oh bum! So far most of the pack were holding together in a reasonably stretched group, this climb might well be the breaker!
Around to the left then a tighter right hander had us gaining ten metres in a couple of hundred road distance. The lead car changed down gear as we entered more trees and a much tighter left hander took us higher at a faster rate. It evened out then, still climbing but much steadier, the peloton not smashed but well stretched.
Our route broke back into the sunshine and the almost level stretch towards the top allowed a few backwards departees to make contact with our front group.
“Hope there's no more of these.” Ron puffed.
“Looks promising tho.” I pointed out.
The road started to drop, back into tree cover and shadow. The pace rapidly overtook fifty, into the first bend it was a bit hairy as we returned to sunlight then the next in the series took us back into dark shadow. As steep as the ascent felt, the drop off the Burg was steeper, a gentle left turned in more sharply and steeply, my comp was reading seventy now and I sensed a few worried riders around me. At these speeds you can't afford to be nervous, cautious maybe, careful even but nervous is never good.
We screamed towards the next bend, another right turn, the lead car having to accelerate hard away to stand any chance of outrunning us on the tight turn. The speed limit signs suggested fifty as we hit the next bend, the enforcement camera had us at sixty two just after! You could smell hot rubber as the lead car put his hazard lights on into the next much tighter corner.
In seconds we reached the bottom and a junction that on a normal day we would have stood no chance of making. As it was we nearly ploughed into the back of a parked police car! We now started another steady climb out of the town of Attendorn back towards Olpe.
The pace was back to a more sensible thirty five / forty; still no one seems too interested in doing much. We made another left turn and suddenly the road levelled out, the water glinting in the sunshine slightly below us.
“We seem to have lost a few.” I noted to Ron.
“All the big guns are here, bit hairy on that descent eh?”
“Not many.” I agreed.
“Next or last?”
Good question.
The road bounced along the side of Biggesee, not always at the waterside but never far off. Still no one looked greatly interested in doing anything.
“Ron.” I hissed.
She came back alongside.
“Wassup?”
“Give it a shot on that first up?”
“You or me?”
“Either I guess.”
“You have first bash, I'll act as sweeper.”
Decision made we could each concentrate on making sure of the team's success.

Dave spotted the lead car as it exited the trees on the approach to Sondern.
“Here they come.” He told Angela.
“I hope Drew's okay.”
“Me too, I do not want a repeat of Hamburg.”
“Looks like they're all together.”
“It's a difficult circuit; it'll be a loner or a small group if it does break up.”
The lead car flashed its way along towards them.

“Lenks!” the shout went up.
It's about time. The peloton reacted pretty quickly, the road being wide and level, virtually as one we switched to give chase, looked like one of the Wuppertal lads by the jersey. I smell a rat.
I looked to see where his mate was, yeah thought so, getting ready for something himself. I gave Ron's shirt a light tug.
“Eh?” she enquired looking round.
I motioned with my head; she got the message and nodded in agreement.
We didn't have long to wait, the second Wupper rider shot forward up the kerbside, he was barely past before I was on his wheel. I'm not letting someone else get away before I get a go! He wasn't done; I know from our previous encounter that he's strong this time though I'm better prepared.
The road remained fast and wide, which was just as well given that attack one was still in full flow as I chased after the second move. We followed the car off of the main road and around a loop to take us underneath and towards the water. The pair of us were clear of the rest now as SC Wuppertal ceased hostilities, his chasers mistakenly letting him slow the peloton down!
Our way turned parallel to the water before turning to cross the small dam that spans the waters here. A stiffish breeze off the water did little to deter my companions resolve, as we turned back onto dry land I took my first turn at the front. Another long but relatively shallow climb stretched ahead of us, we soon passed into trees and out of the sunshine.
I slipped my glasses off, hanging them in my shirts zipper – at least I can see the road now! By now the two of us had over one fifty metres on the bunch and we were working quite well together.
“So girly, you fancy your chances again?”
I was just thinking that maybe we could make something of this pairing! I smiled sweetly back at him.
“Not really and I think I'm on.” Yeah, on one!
to be continued....
© Maddy Bell 16.11.2011

Chapter *9.29*
Olpe and Away!

You would have thought he might have learnt something from our previous encounter, but clearly not hence I'm the champ and he's an also ran. We turned left in the village to start lap two and now my ire was well ire-y. There wasn't really any way of telegraphing my new game plan to Roni but I'm pretty sure she won't be content to just sit back in the bunch with a holding brief.
We kinda worked together on the descent back to the water, I let macho man do most of the pace making - if he thinks I'm an opportunist bimbo well he's only got things half right! I allowed myself a look backwards; the chasers were holding position but despite their numbers hadn't clawed anything back. At the turn onto the next climb I sliced the corner for a few metres lead, Wupper of course then had to expend energy to rejoin me.
In a bunch of fifty or so the climb was a drag, in an escape with one other rider it was less fun and decidedly harder going. There's no point in making a move too early, on the descents he has a body mass advantage although I think I have more technical skills - I'm relying on it!
At the top of the climb we had actually gained some extra ground, I slipped in behind gob-a-lot as we started the descent down through Repe, it was far nicer being able to choose my own line on the twisty bits. A quick slug from my bidon, check my gears, lights flashing like Billy O ahead, sit back off his wheel, go!
He led through the turn and like many a wannabee before him, failed to follow through on his effort. There was just room to squeeze by on his blind side; I had ten metres before he realised what was afoot. I kept the pressure on through the lower slopes, the speed not dropping below thirty even as the gradient increased.

'I hope he's okay.' Ron mused as she took her turn at the front of the now more attentive peleton.
It wasn't that she didn't think Drew could handle himself, far from it, no it was whether he was well enough for this kind of exertion. Hopefully he'd have the sense to pull up if things go awry but knowing him the adrenalin would get the better of him.

There shouldn't be any looking back once you've made the commitment and whilst that can be frustrating… I moved my hands onto the hoods and started ‘honking'* as the road hit the start of the steeper stuff, cutting as close to the white line as possible. I stayed up around the following right-hander before returning to the saddle on the straight.
A glance to my right told me everything I needed, Wupper boy was already a good two hundred behind and the main peleton, I could see Roni up near the front, were only about the same behind him and looking quite determined. The art of successful climbing is getting to the top quicker than everyone else, I clicked up a sprocket and semi sprinted through the next corner.
The next few kilometres will be crucial, I'll lose advantage after Attendorn but the descent – well I can use more road on my own. With the road levelling somewhat towards the summit I went into time trial mode, a tight tuck to cut through the air and a fast but even cadence for efficiency. The lead car disappeared over the brow and I started one of the fastest descents I've ever ridden.
Click, click…. click one gear left to go. I turned on the power and soon the comp was showing fifty, fifty-five. I dabbed the brakes going into the first bend of the series then made the last gear change as I resumed the acceleration. Remembering that the next bend is pretty square I took a wide line on the approach before turning to almost clip the kerb on the inside.
Seventy-five kilometres an hour – scary exciting! I hunched low over the bike, slinging my weight to the side motorbike style through the long sweeping left-hander that followed. Needing to shed some speed for the next corner I sat up, using my body as an air brake to supplement the rubber compound dragging on the rims.
I thought I'd overcooked the next corner, I started too tight but fortunately the camber pulled me out enough to get round. Constant dabbing on the brakes slowed me enough, to under sixty K to slide through the next curve, which led almost immediately into the last sharp turn before the bottom. Scrubbing just enough speed to safely make the turns I took the crossroads like a cork out of champagne!
There could be no let up in my effort, the first few pedal strokes were agony after the long descent but as the climb started to make itself felt the pain eased to more normal levels.
The lead car flashed above them, Roni looked to see Drew, there on his own, so where is the Wupper kid? The now diminished bunch climbed easily out of the saddle, Gloria Schlepper and Joachim Hemer were both on board and looking quite business like. Drew's fellow escapee appeared a good distance behind him and clearly struggling with the effort.

Thankfully the climb up to the top of the dam wasn't too steep, I managed to maintain over thirty all the way up then finally I eased off a bit as I joined the lakeside road. A slug from my bottle emptied it, it's a good job there's a feed in a couple of K's. I daren't slow too much; I've got another lap to do before I can even think of easing up.
I resumed the tucked position and concentrated on maintaining a good forty average along the rolling lakeside road. Then the lead car sped up a bit and the feed zone hove into view, I hope there's some banana chips this week. Angela waved and held up my musette.
“Keep it going, Drew, you've got over a minute!” Dad yelled.
“Dig in!” Angela added as I grabbed the bag of goodies.
A few spectators shouted encouragement or clapped in approval as I passed through. Bottle, figs, yay banana chips, Go bar – not your usual Sunday lunch but you can hardly stop for a roast mid race can you? I quickly stowed my goodies and dumped both empty bottle and bag in the drop zone where a couple of volunteers would pick up the drops.
I used the fast level road to get some snap down my throat, a quick glug of energy drink then as I entered the loop towards the lake I was back to business. A minute, it's not a lot, five hundred metres, six possibly, any error on my part and the advantage is gone. I've been out front for a full lap now and half of that solo; hopefully my legs are up to another forty K.

The bunch that followed Drew certainly contained the rest of the race's big hitters, a dozen riders all told.
“Two minutes! Keep it steady!” Dave shouted to Roni as she passed. It was a ploy that could work, Drew was really only just over a minute ahead but in the confusion of the feed time checks were few and varied.
Roni nodded in understanding, steady was team talk for keeping a lid on things, clearly the lead was more tenuous than Herr Bond had stated.

I kept the pressure up for the length of the climb into Rhode, a lone break of this distance can succeed, complacency is the usual cause of failure. I stuffed a couple of figs down my gullet as I dropped back towards the water for the third time on this road. The gears remained high as I tried to consolidate my advantage.
With the sun on my shoulder and a cloudless sky it was turning into a near perfect day – for hanging at the pool. For cycling it's getting a little warm, the shade of the trees mid way up came as welcome relief. Over another summit to start another fast downhill stretch, I upped the speed again on the road down into Repe to gain any advantage I could.
The third ascent of the ‘mountain' started somewhat slower than last time, this time I wasn't trying to escape I already had . I got into a steady cadence and sat solidly climbing at around thirty. My legs certainly didn't have quite the same zip as last time around but even so I felt pretty good in myself.
At the switchbacks I took the chance to look down to see where my pursuers were, two minutes would be hopeful, a closer guess would be one thirty. Not enough to ease off much but I reckon plenty to get me to the line if I keep at it. I slipped out of the saddle and dug a bit deeper on the steeper turn.
For a second time I slogged up to the summit then it was once more into the scary drop into Attendorn. Even without trying you gain speed quickly on this road and once more the speedo was jumping into the high sixties long before the mid point. I was a bit more circumspect this time round managing a much smoother line on the lower bends although my terminal speed at the crossroads was pretty much the same as last time round.
What I considered to be the last major climb of the day really had my legs feeling leaden.

“Keep it going , Drew.” Angela encouraged.
“One forty! Keep it smooth!” Dad shouted out as I crested the brow.
Like I'm giving up now! There was a twinge of cramp in my left calf, a leg stretch eased it off, hopefully it won't develop more.
The chasers had lost a couple of bodies over the last lap; two had snapped their elastic on the big climb, a third succumbing to a puncture. They certainly weren't giving up on the lone escapee even if Roni was doing her best impression of a sea anchor! No, at times they could see her teammate ahead of them and at this stage in proceedings they certainly had nothing left to lose.

Dave and Angela cheered Roni through then made a dash for the bus so they could take the fast road back to Olpe and the finish.
“You think he can hold on , Dave?”
“Truthfully, no, that last leg plays into the chaser's hands, he's been out on his own too long, at least a lap.”
“The bunch did look pretty determined.” Angela agreed as they hit a ton in their efforts to get ahead of the race.

I took another glug from my bidon, the heat causing as much discomfort as the small climbs. Whilst my speed is pretty constant it's definitely slower this time round, I only hope the others are feeling it the same. Thankfully there was a slight cooling breeze each time the road joined the lake.
Last lap is was the feed, this time it was the ten to go banner and suddenly my chances of success seemed brighter. Ten kilometres, six miles, fifteen minutes or so riding, I once more assumed a crouch over the bars and dug a little deeper. This time the lead car continued straight past the dam turn off and continued up the valley to where Olpe could now just be seen.
The bunch was thrashing along, everyone bar Roni giving it their all. Ahead, the flashing lights of the lead car could clearly be seen, from time to time the race leader was even visible. It was all the incentive needed and long turns were taken at the front by a couple of the lads.
Somewhere along the lake Gloria was finally shelled out leaving Roni the only girl left in the running – unless you counted Drew! At this stage it was still a collective truce, the target being clawed back with just about every pedal turn. Ron was now having to take her turns a bit more seriously just to stay in contact.
Five to go, whew! I emptied my bottle then lost the rest of the food from my pockets, its all biodegradable! I didn't seem to be making any headway towards the town then we passed under the bypass and the road started climbing into the town. Come on Drew, you can do it! At the Bahnhof the lead car swung left for the long straight up to the finish.
I dug in and left the saddle to keep my momentum going; somewhere behind I heard the clatter of gears, shitza! Not this close, please? There must have been no more than four hundred to go when they made contact, it's not over yet! They swarmed around me but here they showed their inexperience by easing up, not a lot but just enough.
“My wheel!” Roni hissed.
I needed no second invite as she took off like a scalded cat.
Our move caught them totally by surprise; they hadn't looked beyond catching me so our departure really threw them into disarray. We crossed the line together, arms held high as the rest made the best of a messy finish.

“You have to do things the hard way don't you?” Dad noted a few minutes later.
“Well he pee'd me off!”
“You didn't have to chase him in the first place, he'd have got caught anyhow.”
I shrugged, “Maybe it was a bit far out.” I admitted.

The judges gave me the win, by a tyre, not that Ron or I were racing by the time we hit the line.
“You okay Drew?” Angela asked joining us.
“Yeah I think so, YAAAAH!”
My yell startled everyone nearby.
“What's up?” Dad requested urgently.
“Cramp! Left leg.”
Well at least I'd made the finish.

“And in third place Joachim Hemer, Sporting Club Essen.”
My leg was still stiff as I waited to be called onto the stage, flippin cramp. The crowd cheered and clapped, the MC waited for it to quieten before continuing.
“Second place goes to Veronike Grönberg of Team Apollinaris who takes the girl's prize too.”
Ron climbed up next to Joachim to more applause not least from Angela and Dad.
“Our winner of the Metalloy Biggesee Jüngere GP 2005, Drew Bond, Team Apollinaris.”
Yes! So okay, Ron pretty much let me have it at the line but it still feels good.

“You could have taken the win.” I noted as we returned to the bus.
“If you say so.” Ron shrugged.
“You know so!”
“Okay, if that's what you want to think.”
“Duh!”
“But I don't have to clean the silver!” she giggled.

* Standing on the pedals to climb, you use your body weight to help you climb whilst keeping your centre of gravity closer to vertical.
to be continued....

das habe ich bei der Suche nach Olpe und Radfahren gefunden.

Also die Berge lassen wir dann weitgehend aus und die rasanten Abfahrten auch?
Uns wird sicher auch niemand die Strassen sperren für unsere "Ausfahrt".

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Has anyone changed the language

No Roland,

thats usual as every year ...

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War sehr angenehm, und Urs ist übrigens gut in Form!

Hi

das war einmal... , heute bin ich, obwohl dieses Jahr noch keinen Meter gefahren, besser

Auf das die Knochen mir ein super Jahr spendieren, beim skaten, radfahren und laufen.

Gruß
Urs

Er war einsam aber schneller

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Wir freuen uns aus..

Was sollen wir denn so mitbringen außer essen und zu trinken?

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