Sunday morning I went through the very familiar routine of
packing bike and gear into the car. Unusually though I had absolutely no idea
what to expect at the other end of the journey. I was heading to Matterley Bowl
near Winchester; a familiar venue I know for hosting Southern Series XC races
in the past. The event format this time however was going to be very different.
I was going Cyclocross racing!
Yes, it is off-road and yes I was riding my mountain bike,
but the course was distinctly different from what you’d find at a mountain bike
race. There was nothing remotely technical in sight. No narrow singletrack
swooping through the trees and rocks. Just 3 miles of wide gravel paths and lots
of open grassy turns. As a venue the natural amphitheatre of Matterley bowl is
spectacular. The trade stands with their colourful banners and flags nestled against
a back drop of steep green slopes. The hillside covered in zig zags of course
tape fluttering in the breeze. Almost the entire 3 mile course could be viewed
standing in the arena area.
Dusty opening gravel loop |
Backwards and forwards between the tape! |
Not owning a Cyclocross bike I’d be racing my MTB in the
“Open Warfare” category. The number of race recruits swelled to 65 by the
glorious sunshine. 6 laps awaited.
Keen not to make the mistake of my last two races where I’ve
been too cautious, I pushed my way to the front row of the grid, looking to
avoid the melee behind. It proved an excellent decision! As we sprinted away, charging
down the gravel track, I latched onto a rear wheel seeking a tow into the
headwind. Amongst proper Cyclocross bikes my gearing was pretty marginal for
such high speed racing, my 30t chainring spinning like a windmill in a
hurricane. Amid the dust and stones a couple of the riders ahead of me dropped
off the pace and I had to dig deep to bridge the gaps and stay in the slipstream
of the group. We swept onto the grass. The looping switch back nature of the
turns meant I could check behind and see I was part of a lead group which had
distanced the chasing pack by 5 or 6 seconds.
We swung through the curves between the tape, the grass
thankfully flattened on the racing line by the earlier junior and youth races. This
did mean however that it was hard to go off-line and pass. I managed to dip
inside one rider, but was then rudely chopped by another as he came through.
We powered into the bottom of the climb - my time to shine!
I steadily slipped past riders as we hauled ourselves up the hill. The incline
steepened nastily just at the summit and I snuck into 5th behind the
leading quartet. We traversed our way around the top edge of the bowl, still
climbing gently. The gaps between us opened, except behind me! I was
passed just as we turned into the decent. Stones were sent scattering into the
trees as we both battled for grip. It was a totally flat out decent, with a
chicane half way down placed in an effort to reduce the speed. Then heavy braking back
onto the grass at the bottom for a tight hairpin left. There stood a marshall
waving his arms with another desperately repairing the tape as two of the leaders
returned to the course after overshooting the turn!
A rider passed me as I took avoiding action and I followed
him closely across the line to complete the first lap. This was actually quite lucky as I was now able to
grab a lovely tow around the gravel loop of the bowl, saving my energy for the
climb where I re-passed him. I stretched the gap behind slightly and chased the rider 50
meters ahead around the top of the lap, before plunging down again.
Back on the gravel, this time I was the carrot and the
rider behind latched onto my rear wheel before passing and pulling a slight
lead into the maze of grassy turns. I caught and repassed him on the climb and
worked hard to stretch out a small gap for the second time.
Despite my efforts I was reeled in by the same rider on the blast around the bowl. Disappointingly he shook me off his rear wheel while passing back markers and I was left chasing to close a gap that this time slowly grew. I got
close on the climb, closing right up to his rear wheel, but this time I was chasing in the dust rather than stretching a lead.
Lap 5 was an exact repeat. I got within a couple of bike lengths on the climb, but lost ground gradually over the rest of the lap. In the taped section we swung backwards and forwards past each other. I could also keep an eye on those a few seconds behind as the bell sounded and we charged into the final lap.
Lap 5 was an exact repeat. I got within a couple of bike lengths on the climb, but lost ground gradually over the rest of the lap. In the taped section we swung backwards and forwards past each other. I could also keep an eye on those a few seconds behind as the bell sounded and we charged into the final lap.
I threw everything into the climb and closed to 10 meters. In
a do or die move I sprinted out of the saddle. I closed and closed, until there
was just a back marker between us. My legs were screaming, my heart was
pounding, I had nothing else left to give. This was as close as I got. As I
turned into the final descent I knew there were no more
passing opportunities and sat up, cruising across the line 7th
overall.
I was 4th veteran (over 40) home. A fantastic
result, but 4th is always tinged with slight disappointment. As the
commentator had kindly reminded me during the race, “Come on Ben, there are no
prizes for 4th!”
Challenging yourself and trying something new by
stepping out of your comfort zone, even slightly, can be very rewarding. I
really enjoyed trying something different and it gave me an excellent workout
ahead of next weeks Southern XC Championships.
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