Sean Telly Tour of Waterford Report
8 Riders took part in the Sean Kelly tour last Sunday….. some new members too took part in their first outing in the SERC colours.. veteran member Willy Murphy was out and sped around the 90km course. I meet him near the end on the road where I was on the mobile, and before ya think it Willy I was taking a call and not a ‘break’ ha… Ken Hall from Annagh, making his cycling come back after many years and big into the mountain bike was down with a few friends…I was talking to him at the food stop in Tramore. Myself, Scott with new members Michael Redmond, Mark Radford, Gerry Hanratty and his brother Manus also took on the 90km course. For Mark, Gerry and Michael this would be their first time doing this distance.
We all meet up at the start line after lenghty delays at sign on due too the sheer volume of crowds that were waiting to sign on… somewhere in the region of 4,000 people for the day The mass start was well controlled and everybody took off at a nice easy pace and with great stewarding they were all took through the town safely and let out onto the course. We headed south down the coast road to Tramore, although on the way down we were a bit inland for most of it it was the return journey home when we would be seeing the beautiful Waterford coast line in its finest. The weather was good and the wind blew us south. The bunch is a bit like natural selection in a way… the first 5km are spent jockeying for positions, the racers and fit cyclists all make bee lines up the outside of the bunch to get to the front, while on the inside those who are obviously on their first big cycle start to drop back are take it nice and easy and pace themselves for a long day.
On the way the legend that is Kelly rode by, he departed with with the 160k group at half 8 rode with them for a while then be back to depart with our group and so on… meet Rory Wiley on the road and we spoke for a bit.. he was was only doing the short distance as he had to be back early.. he was riding a very old cyclo cross bike with a Greg Lemond frame.. complete with centre pull brakes and tyres as wide as my arm!… I never seeing anything like it.. either did Lemond I’m sure!… a little while longer I meet Martin ‘the bouser’ Gill… we spoke for a while. it was quit funny, everybody knows the power of the big man, as we ‘crusied’ along we were talking about this and that.. I was doing my best to keep up with him while trying to hold a conversation with collapsing a lung in the effort.. eventually Martin turned to me asked me ‘do you usually travel at this pace’, of which i gasped ‘f***king never!’.. i applied the brakes and he rode on into the sunset… the route down was nice, littered with a few climbs nothing major, but then again we were fresh. I was climbing well, too well i think as the temptation to push yourself to try catch the next rider was great and was to cost me later. I soon got a puncture in the front wheel… I pulled over and started to fix the wheel when the support van pulled up, a lad got out grabbed the wheel went to the back of the van and changed the tube pumped up the wheel with a track pump gave it back and had me on my way quicker than the famous wheel change for Cadel Evans in this years Giro… a great service and its things like that along with stewards at every single junction that made this event so special.
To say crowds lined the route would be an accurate description as people of Waterford embraced the cyclists as to see maybe 1500 to 2000 cyclist pass there door would be a great spectacle. We descended down into Tramore, I had to confess my legs were a little tired and it was only the half way stage, I stopped at the race course for the feed station, by then the que was again long.. so I allowed by the time I got to the counter my body would have shut down!.. anyways I had a few bars etc with me so I was in good shape, anyways do I look like the sort of lad that will starve to death!?..The food was good… everybody got a juice drink, a bread roll and chicken pasta dinner.
I got back on my bike and headed on.. in the town of Tramore up the main street was a steep sharp climb.. as I approached it the steward could see me nod my head in dismay!, he waved his red flag and shouted encouragement as I approached of which I returned the gesture by looking at the climb and then at him and saying ‘ya heartless b******ds’.. said it a bit louder than I wanted but the whole street laughed and cheered my solo effort up this leg breaker…. it kinda felt climbing the Kopenberg in The tour of Flanders for a minute…
The road back was one I was weary off because I knew there would be a head wind, or most certainly a cross wind blowing from my left, however this wasn’t as bad as I thought, as the road was rolly the small dips in the road gave us some shelter… the road was a typical coast road up and down, but the views where spectacular.. small inlets and beaches littered the coast line and every so often Little towns like Annestown that where picture postcard perfect, apart from the steep hill it was built on!.. this was the first part of the day I really suffered, I struggled up this short climb to be passed by people with compact chainsets… the temptation to stop was great, but this old lady standing in her doorway shouted ‘your nearly there young man’.. so I took her word for it and made it at last to the top… I plodded on but was starting to tire now and legs were felling it a bit.. I think we were at the 60km mark at this stage. I had decided to stop in the little sea side village of Bunmahon at the water stop there. I reached it in due course and spent 15 mins there as I knew I would suffer the last 25Km. I went up to the table for my drink and asked the girl for a ‘gin and tonic’ all they had was water and flap jacks, so thought that’ll do.. I eat and drank while giving my legs a rest I got talking to a family who were holidaying there from Tipperary. They where amazed at the bikes and were full of questions and again enjoyed the spectacle… I eventually remounted and headed on, to be confronted with a monster climb straight out of the town. Again there was a large crowd at the bottom of the hill outside the local pub having a few drinks.. this climb was very steep and my legs were already burning, so I didn’t let the club down I made sure I went by the crowd with gusto and determination until I was out of sight, then I got off and walked!!!.. It was actually funny how cyclists think, there was a large group of us walking, all in pairs and all doing their turn at the front!.. we got to the top and we cycled on… the next major climb and I think the longest of the day was just up the road… I could see it in the distance and I could also see many walking it so I allowed I ‘ll be doing that.. I reached the bottom of the climb and did what I could but soon had to dismount and walk.. on the road the lads who marked the course had written 53×11 with a smiley face!!.. cruel or what. I eventually got to the top with a combination of cycling and walking… and by now all i could think off was crossing the line in Dungarvan. Not soon after I could smell somebody having a barbeque.. jesus I was so tempted to just barge in and eat the family out of house and home, it would have been a like a scene from Godzilla when he attacked New York, but I nibbled away on my melted snickers and soldiered on…
My brother in law Michael soon caught me and was determined to finish the course without stopping, not too bad for somebody who cycles once a week and started 3 months ago!…he really enjoyed the spin and is well up for more. There was one little town that the name escapes me, but we descended down the main street for a sharp turn to the left and there was a massive crowd out, so I put it into the big gear got up the head of speed and turned the corner like a pro, passing at least 4 riders in the process all this to great cheers and screams from the adoring crowd, again once out of sight I slowed down got my breath back and was passed out out by the same 4 riders.
I eventually reached the outskirts of Dungarvan and the long straight open road in was mentally tough, as it seemed never ending, but at last the town was insight and so was the finish line… I crossed the line and it was over… I cycled back to the car where not only had Scot and Mark finished but tucked away a subway sandwich in the process. Gerry and his brother were still 15km out, but riding strong… We packed up and went out the road and waited for Gerry and Manus with ice cold cans of coke and food… they stopped and we all chatted about the day and the 2 lads went on to the finish and we headed home…
A well run event, on a very tough course. I enjoyed the first 4km, after that everything was a blur.. ha … no, it was fantastic and the road was good.. the crowds also made it.. I will be back again next year, this time without the walking shoes!
Derek





