It had been lovely weather here at Alpe D’Huez for quite a
while and as a result the trails yesterday were all dry and dusty, I was really
looking forward to riding them today. The thunder storm overnight had however
dampened a lot more than my enthusiasm. I headed up the hill to the village of
Alpe d’Huez and managed to get one of the converted camping spots right
underneath the main lift, as I discovered when the fog briefly lifted enough
for me to see where I was..
I got the bike out and got it ready to go. I have a
new-to-me bike for this race, a 2008 Kona Stinky. I am not used to riding
anything this size, and have only ridden this bike on four occasions prior to
my arrival here. The weight of the thing is unbelievable, despite the best efforts
of Mt Zoom and their lightweight bit and bobs.
To be fair it has gone from being very, very heavy to merely very heavy so they
have helped. I’ve been using various parts of theirs for a number of years and
feel confident that even the lightest bits are more than up to the job of an
Alpine downhill race.
I am also equipped with every kind of body armour I could
get my hands on. Well, not my hands but pretty much everything else; shoulders,
elbows, forearms, chest, spine, kidneys, knees and shins. I have a brand new
full face helmet, which is still far too clean and shiny and clearly marks me
out as a newbie, and some goggles to go with it.
I spent about 2½ hours bleeding my rear brake while we
waited for the lift to open, apparently they are not allowed to run it while
there is lightning in the area. It’s health and safety gone mad! What could
possibly go wrong in metal box 80ft above the ground suspended by a metal cable
from a series of metal pylons on an open hillside?
The front brake took about 10 minutes to bleed. Once I had
discovered that the syringe itself was leaking air rather than the brake the
process had become a lot quicker.
Eventually the weather cleared enough for the lifts to begin
operating and I climbed aboard and headed for the top of the qualifying run.
From the lift station we headed left and down and in less than a minute I
realised just how out of my depth I was.
I made it down the first section in one piece, the bike
clearly far more capable than I was. I had to have two attempts at the first
boardwalk section, braking on the upper part was very sketchy in the wet, and
there was a wee drop off at the end. I picked up confidence as we continued
down the hill, trying to keep up with the others as best I could.
Spot the rider
It all went wrong at the first gap-jump. I was in that
no-mans land of going too fast to see it in time to avoid it and go round it
but not going fast enough to actually clear it. I realised too late, panicked,
braked and slid off the end, down a hefty drop into the gap. My nice new helmet
now has it’s first scars and the bike took a hell of a whack, front wheel first
into the back of the landing with all of my weight behind it. Once I had
recovered from being winded I was able to pick it up and have a look at it.
Absolutely fine, which surprised me a lot, and was more than could be said for
my right hand, one of only two parts of me not covered by some sort of armour. Oddly enough the other is my left hand.
Below the middle lift station the track got easier, a slippery
traverse on which I felt much more at home and then a lovely section of berms
and (much smaller!) jumps back into the town. We continued through the streets,
and various tunnels and drainage channels, and out the other side.
This next section reminded me very much of a helter-skelter,
partly because of the succession of tight twisty corners and steep gradients
but mainly because the only way down seemed to be to just hold on and hope for
the best.
The main lift stopped running at 5pm and so with the weather closing in again there was little else to do than to put some dinner on to cook and see if I could get my hand working again, or at least back to nearly normal size.
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