JOGLE Day 10: Slippery when wet

What a day! Tasker rocked up at our stopover in Kingswood on his lovely looking carbon framed Cube and in his Welsh dragon shirt. Apparently this was to offset the fact I was bypassing Wales on my trip, but for whatever reason an extra layer would help him later when the heavens opened. We set off in the direction of Hawkesbury Upton, winching ourselves up the winding hill and it was soon clear to me that Tasker’s recent foray into the world of road riding had come with a good slice of RacePace – he wasn’t giving an inch. We quickly reached the A46 and a new level of hell. The rain had set in, the visibility was poor and it was rushhour. I may have forgotten to mention yesterday that Gloucestershire drivers were the worst for passing wide, but this was something else. The cars were just plain ignorant of the fact we were on the road at all – at one point a large lorry practically ran me off the road. For the uninitiated, when a lorry passes you at 60 – 70 mph two things happen. First the air they are pushing in front hits you, pushing you away from the vehicle, then the vacuum following them pulls you in. Depending on the proximity and speed, this effect can be quite profound and we were experiencing it regularly.

Wet through to the skin, with our sealskin socks filling with water, we were being honked at for no reason and truly having to fight to stay on the road. The weather was making this whole experience worse and I felt bad that Ian had chosen such an awful day to join me. We stopped in a lay-by for a regroup and Ian’s observation was a classic: “Blimey, this rain is bloody wet, innit?”. Off we set once more, into the heavy wet traffic. Then some fat idiot on a motorbike that barely supported him pulled over to Ian and gave him some abuse, then caught up with me and did the same. In a way I respected his genuine commitment to the task – when it was my turn he took the time to slow down, and actually lift up his helmet visor so I would hear him shout obscenities about being slow. Now, that’s how you give insults properly. I figured that he was jealous of our obvious good looks and muscular figures, so I bare him no malice – really, who could blame him? The other possibility was that it was Davenport or Paint on a dirty tricks campaign…

Finally we headed into Bath, it had been RacePace all the way and Ian was having no trouble keeping up. Bath was again a traffic nightmare, but when we were out the other side the car situation started to calm down. The weather was still shocking however – the rain was just relentless and there was a headwind to make it even more fun. As we made our way towards Chew Lake the roads became even better and quieter and we were both pleased to be doing the sort of riding we enjoyed. A long steep climb out of West Harptree (around 800 feet) tested us well, and soon we were heading towards Cheddar Gorge, which had been one of the landmarks I shaped the route around. As we neared the top I rotated the iPhone to attempt to take a video of the descent. It’s a long video but gives a good idea of the speed and overtakes, despite the lens being blurry and full of water.

Reaching the bottom of the Gorge I was looking for the roof box to locate Mrs W and lunch and that’s where it ALL went wrong. Badly wrong. I turned left into the carpark and BAM! I was lying on the floor wondering why I wasn’t on the bike any more, noticing that an iPhone was sliding at speed across the tarmac and feeling a pain in my left leg. Amazing. Really Reuben, you cycle for over 800 miles and then you have an accident turning into a car park at 4 miles an hour. Good one. I glanced up to the bemused onlookers and pulled myself off the floor, quickly fetching the iPhone and wondering how I had got there. Mrs W had heard the crash from within the car and had got out to see what was going on, not realising it was me. I guess I just hit a slippery patch and lost the front wheel, either that or it was Mr Paint dressed as a goat trying to sabotage the whole thing, I’ll never know. Checking the bike over it seemed mostly ok apart from some scratches and a twisted shifter which was quickly moved back into position. The iPhone had survived fine in the Dahon case, but the case had broken from the mount. After some investigation I managed to click it back together and it was all as good as new. Unfortunately my left leg had suffered a minor graze and I had a few small grazes elsewhere. I got off very lightly all in all!

Ian left for his home – he had truly put in a great effort and I reckon we are pretty well matched on the roads. I ate lunch and tried to dress the cuts. Later I headed off once more, at slightly slower pace. The rain never subsided and it was a long miserable 40 miles to Watchet, through busy Bridgwater. The damaged leg became a bit more painful but I’m hoping it will have settled tomorrow. I stopped for a small break under a large tree and the Lego Men did some collecting.

Hitting the road again the rain got worse and worse and it was getting truly miserable. Tangfastics were taking on mass to try and increase the spirits and Mrs W was soon seen passing with a friendly honk. Finally I made it to our B&B for the night and changed into some dry clothes. Only two days left!

Distance travelled: 84 miles, total so far 925 miles. Here is the route and photos:

Reubens JOGLE: Day 10

6 thoughts on “JOGLE Day 10: Slippery when wet

  1. daved

    I just knew it, Mr Task would show up in his Welsh outfit together with stealth bike! Hurling abuse from motorbikes is not Paints and my style. We had planned a rockfall in Cheddar Gorge, but when we heard that you had the Welsh dragon in tow, we decided better of it. Cracking effort by you both and I cannot believe how obnoxious people are. I have a feeling that Thursday nights will never be quite the same when you, Task and Thorpe are back together. RacePace will take on a whole new definition within the bike law of Shipham MTB.


  2. Ian Tasker

    My day started at 6:45am as i got up to sort out the dogs and get megans milk ready. I scoffed down three weetabix and slurped a cup of black coffee before throwing my bike stuff into the back of Jo’s landcruiser for the one hour drive up to Reubens parents house.
    As Jo drove me up the weather was getting worse, but as the rain was light drizzle “its not wet rain I told Jo” something I would later comment on!! We arrived on time and I got set up and said goodbye to magan and Jo and thanked them for bringing me up to meet Reuben. After a few minutes of Reuben checking out my bike and giving it the seal of approval we set off.
    If you have never been on the A46 then please dont – as I followed Reuben in horrible conditions I became quite unsettled by the close proximity of the passing vehicles and the cross wind at this point was quite scary for an inexperienced roadie like myself and found myself dropping back off the pace until this kind gentleman on a motorbike pulled up along side me and gave me a motivational speech. From that point on I raised my game!
    The ride through bath was very pleasant and once we were out of the other side things got significantly better even if the rain continued and the wind had now turned into a headwind – the roads were quieter and took on nice undulating nature where the rises were short enough that you could just power up them. The second half seemed to go much quicker probably because it was more enjoyable. The climb up onto the medips from west harptree was great through narrow lanes and then the descent into Cheddar to finish it off….or so I thought….as I followed Reuben into the Car park one minute he was there and the next he was gone…down like a sack of spuds! he soon got up dusted off his pride and his bruised butt! if thats the only incident he has then he will have got off very lightly!!!

    Good luck for the remaining two days!

  3. Chris

    If you can’t even stay upright on tarmac any more you’ve got no hope when you come back on Thursday nights 😉

    Good luck on the home straight!

  4. Steve D

    Excellent effort Mr T. Oh and Max too but that goes without saying. By the way I’m waiting to find out if there is anyone who might actually eclipse our Hero’s performance on a road bike. Seems unlikely, although he is sharing roads with Tour of Britain today so you never know…

  5. ReubiMax Post author

    Tasker was certainly a force to be reckoned with! He was fueled by all sorts of energy bars and White coloured drinks and his legs went around twice as fast as mine!

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