So there I was last Saturday attempting the 400 km Audax ride. This after just three weeks of barely managing 130-ish km on the 300 km Audax before giving up. Why did I want to do this?
Because it’s there! pat comes the answer.
Sort of but not quite.
I wanted to prove to myself that I was up for the Twin Towns Challenge.
I wanted to achieve a new personal best distance (previous best: 320-ish km)
I wanted to get to a new milestone on my 29th.
And finally–Andrew had advised me that I wasn’t up to 400 km just yet and I wanted to prove him wrong!
Of course, I wasn’t taking this lightly at all. The previous weekend, I joined an Audax-like 200 km ride and followed that up with a solo 100 km a couple of days later. Drank like a fish all week (water!). Ate like a maniac the day immediately before. Ensured that my bike was in good condition. All the boxes ticked, in other words.
On the ride, more of the same. Ate frequently, dunked bottles of icy water over my head at every opportunity (and performed the shimmy-shammy though no one would insert dollar notes into my waist band, to my utter disgust), whizzed down slopes so I could tackle the coming up-slope more easily, blah blah.
Then–dread, disaster, disappointment. None of my making.
Going into a long right-turning bend on the way from Kulai to Johor Bahru, an oncoming car came out the bend out of the blue (out of the blue bend?) at a fantastically misjudged speed. The driver must have been doing 90 around a bend that should have been taken at 50. Just when he came into view, I saw him over-steer and skid off the road onto his left. Oops, he says to himself, there’s a ditch here and I’m headed right into it, so let’s steer the other way. The car jerked itself wildly to the right and this time he was skidding sideways across the road to where I was. Heading straight at me, in other words, side on, with no control over his auto any more. Think drifting but without the control and at 90 km/h.
All this within the matter of a second or two.
When I first saw the car skid off the road to the shoulder, it struck me that it was very like a video game. Now that it was headed towards me, all the more so. Funny but true!
All those things about one’s life flashing before one’s eyes? I didn’t have time for all that. I knew it was binary: either lights out or complete escape. No in-betweens and no “Sorry, you lose 1 life, you have 2 lives remaining” video game message.
From the angle at which the car was headed my way (sided my way? haha), I thought perhaps, just perhaps, I could squeeze past if I accelerated quickly enough. After 280 km on the bike, acceleration isn’t necessarily the thing one’s legs are best suited for and I must have managed half a turn of the pedals. It was enough. The car caught my rear wheel and careened further towards poor Denise, who was about 30-40 metres behind me. I immediately crashed, of course, but managed to fall neatly, receiving not even a scratch.
I immediately turned around and it looked like Denise was getting up off the ground and her bike was lying a little distance from her.
What had happened was that, as with me, the car was headed for a side-on collision with her. Like me, it was do or die for her but unlike me, she didn’t have the choice to accelerate to avoid the car. She managed to disengage her shoes from the bike just in time to jump off to the right and feel her steed pulled from underneath her by the impact with the vehicle.
All’s well that ends well. Mostly. Both riders are well, Denise with a bruise or two from landing on the road. It was a hugely disappointing ending for me to a 400 km milestone that seemed well within reach. There will be another time. Denise told me, incredibly, that it was only the second ride she’s ever had to give up for any reason–and this is someone who’s done 600 km, 800 km and 1,200 km rides!
We later marvelled at the fact that the peleton had chosen to break up just for this short section of the ride just a meagre few minutes prior to the crash. If we’d been in our original formation, this would have been a very different report indeed–assuming there had been a report.
Another ride report here.
And ride stats for what they’re worth:
Distance: 280-ish km
Average: 28 km/h
Max: 61 km/h (one of those down slopes, in top gear, pedalling like a hamster)
Time on bike: 9 and a half hours-ish