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So I went cycling last weekend. Nisse was there for pretty much all of it. Others were there for some of it. It was a km weekend but that was more a coincidence than the result of any particular aim to do something exceptionally hard or difficult. It just happens. Somewhere around here you realise telling your wife is probably a good idea… but she already knows, she can tell. Being a rando junkie is hard. As is being married to one…. In the run-up, Johan helped organise some of the local practicalities for this cultural exchange and we were all set when the big Thursday came and it was time to head north. The bike was fully packed with frame bag, saddle bag and handlebar bag holding some sleeping kit, civilian clothing and cycling stuff. I left home around Strandvejen with tailwind and evening sun makes a pretty good start to any ride. After bulk buying candy on the ferry I rode out of town and as the night closed in the familiar duo headed north on very familiar roads. Swedish backroads on a Thursday night in the vacation period are quiet. Very quiet. Just deer. Damn, I wanted to see a moose. Two young yes! The amount of eggs, bacon, pancakes, sandwiches and fresh fruit we ate is bordering on embarrassing. We took our time…. Even better. And the sun was shining. Buy beer. After a few more beers and an afternoon nap Johan a different one… do I need surnames here? At the start nine happy randonneurs apart from the already mentioned Johans and Otto there was Jan-Erik, Ulrika, Lotta and Freddie , were lined up outside the Shell station and at the stroke of 8 we rolled out in tidy formation at a good cruising speed. Both the Johans and Jan-Erik rode Sverigetempot, last year so there were plenty of war stories to catch up on. Less than 10 kilometers before the first control Mr. Nisse was kind enough to help fix the flat, while the rest of us stood around laughing and taking pictures whilst nibbling away at our food. This point turned out to be the control in Ed 86km where some took a little coffee break while Nisse and I said goodbye and headed for the border. I could have easily brought a significant amount of contraband with me: butter, parsnips, pizza at serving temperaure — you name it. After the wettish start to the ride Norway now greeted us with dry roads and sunshine to accompany the expected lovely scenery. Off course this was just a little joke and before long we were yet again zipping up our rain gilets great piece of kit — much better than a jacket, more on that here as the rain increased, increased and increased. We had actually planned to stop for proper coffee and cake here, but despite the significant influx of people everything except the CircleK was closed so it was business as usual with hotdogs and machine coffee while the rain kept pouring down outside. After a while we figured we should probably stop sulking and get going. At km the sun was out as we pulled into the control at CircleK in Kjeller so we hung around a little bit to dry our clothes before poking them back into pockets and bags. We then kept riding north towards Gardermoen Airport which, as many of you know is nowhere near Oslo as the road got progressively hillier before the actual climbing across the m ridge started. This bit was pretty cool — a completely empty road, occasionally blocked by sheep, through the woods, interspersed by a few lakes. We came through the km mark in just over 12 hours — our relaxed attitude, the nature of the course and the slight lack of spark in our legs was evident also on the clock. We descended into Lunner km for the next control, naturally at the local CircleK. I guess I might as well cut to the chase — Norway really is the perfect rando storm of brutal terrain, shitty weather and useless fastfood. They have salt in Jokkmokk. Nisse and I had a lovely chat with two girls on the bench outside. The girls set off on foot and we by bike for what was the longest and gentlest section of the course. Much of the following km leg to Halden was tracking a river valley towards the sea, meaning we rode many kilometers in a gentle downhill. We rode along lake Harestu or however it would translate and got a lovely sunset. There were a few bit out on the big road but traffic was sparse and visibility good so no issues there. Not just glorified footpaths with bikes painted on them but wide lanes with smooth turns where you can actually ride a racing bike without pulling your hair in frustration every m. The sky was pretty clear, there was a full moon and the sun kept lingering just below the horizon all night. The road was undulating a bit across various types of farmland before we suddenly hit a sharp descent into a valley, came around corner and the majestic sight of the Solbergfoss Hydropower plant appeared in front of us. At km we pulled into the CircleK in Sekkelsten. The reason we stopped here was that it was our only opportunity to get any kind of service between Lunner km and somewhere in Sweden, possibly the finish depending on speed. I reminded him again and again, then offered to take his card with me to get it stamped along with mine until he eventually pointed out to me that this was not a control, haha. On repeat. For at least 30 minutes. With food and coffee in our bellies, water bottles and snack supplies refilled we rolled into the very early morning. Also approaching was some rather serious sleepiness on my part. This was a bit problematic. We discussed taking a break to sleep but a chilly fog had also rolled in and we both knew such a stop would be most unpleasant. I was gonna have to suck it up. We hit a lumpy gravel segment before rolling into a sleepy Halden around 5am where we instead of a stamp took a photo of a stone signpost. With 30, 20, 10 m to go the outcome was still undecided but in the end I managed to win by a very small but undisputed margin. Then we stopped to take pictures. Sometime just before 8am the sun FINALLY broke through the fog and clouds and sparked a significant striptease session at the final control in Hedekas, from where we had a mere 57 km left to ride. Instead we cruised into town, collected our last set of stamps a relaxed 26 hours 45 minutes and kilometers after we left. We washed off and headed for the train station, sat down and cracked open a beer. The rest is history…. Strava link for the brevet. Strava link for the ride up. Finally — great work by Johan on this route. That was the outset as Nisse and I prepared for this km brevet. This attitude was also clearly visible in the equipment choices. But actually my equipment list was ridiculously short — a gilet, a sleeveless baselayer, arm warmers, gloves, cap and buff was all the extra clothes I had in additon to the light shorts and jersey I was wearing. The frame bag contains mainly food, some repair equipment and batteries. The plan was to fill water on the first three controls and then have a quick meal stop in Karlskrona after kilometers. To be able to keep the stops really short you must be largely self-sufficient on food. The seven strong startlist consisted largely of familiar names and after little banter it war nearly 8am and we went outside to get our bikes. Here our plan to go really, really fast suffered a slight setback as Nils discovered his rear tyre empty. At The weather was nice and warm, but not perfect. The wind was from the north west which gives A LOT of cross and headwind on this route. The first kilometers are close to the Swedish west coast meaning the wind was quite noticeable. After that the wind impact reduced quite a bit but km is a long way and if you could choose between starting with kilometers of crosswinds or not, you would choose not…. As we screamed to a halt not a major exaggeration outside the shop just before Surely a record! And so we rolled along, probably a bit too fast. At least in my mind they did. Stand and deliver — give me all your lupines! We arrived Alvesta km at and we were thirsty. Setting out on the km leg to Karlskrona we finally got some tailwind. At this point Nisse had been riding on a slowly deflating front tyre for a couple of hours and while for a long time it appeared not to leak any further we eventually had to stop to fix it. We found a spot in the baking sun why? We still had a looong way to get to Karlskrona but our bottles were already running low. We were looking and looking for someone watering something in a garden or, which would have been even better, some kids selling lemonade. The lack of lemonade selling kids was probably the biggest disappointment of the entire ride. I even had cash on me! The Usual Suspects. Nisse had a bit of a down period here heat? I tried to offer encouragement by pointing out sunrise was only about 8 hours away. We rolled up at the Karlskrona Shell station at km just after A balanced meal. Just before the km mark we got our third puncture when my front tyre lost pressure. When you puncture out on the road it tends to take about 10 minutes to fix. The only tyre not to puncture on this ride was my rear tyre which is ironic considering that tyre was definitely the most worn out of the four. I actually think it was the one I rode Sverigetempot on. Goes to show you need a bit of luck sometimes…. This means that there is very little car traffic on the minor roads, especially late in the evening and at night. Add to that that this was the shortest Saturday night this year it was really rather pleasant to tick along. The brief darkness. When we last rode this route two years ago I started feeling really sick the last kilometers and it turns out there are large sections of the course I have very little recollection of. I remembered one, but the rest were a surprise. It was also getting a bit chilly and on some level I regretted taking two extra sandwiches instead of knee warmers. Especially since I ended up finishing with two uneaten sandwiches in my frame bag…. At one point we surprised a family of wild boar on the road. Apart from this wildlife observation this Saturday night appeared to consist largely of house parties. I lost count of how many booming houses we rode past.. From the final stop in Kristianstad km we had about km left to complete the km course. We got our stamps at and remounted the bikes at after filling up water and sharing a small coffee diluted with water, not Coca-Cola, to get it down to drinking temperature fast. It was a bit chilly. After this we had the little climb to Lyby really — is that it? Two years ago it felt like Mt. Moving time The rest split between the six controls and three punctures. Full details HERE! It was one of those finishes where you slump to the floor. It works great but you do arrive empty. I bought a petrol station Calzone which was tolerable and a coffee that I turned out not wanting. Not sure what Nisse got. I was sat on the floor when he shook my hand and said goodbye. A few minutes later I got up to buy something else to drink and found him sitting on the ground outside, apparently still contemplating how to get home. Add to that the slight misfortune with wind directions and punctures it was a hard earned km personal record for us. May is a busy month in a our family with no less than three birthdays. Important stuff. Very much as last year it was the day before Copenhagen Marathon but unlike last year I had absolutely no desire of a double. I find them relaxing. So when Patch asked me sometime back, I guess it must have been sometime in April, whether I would be able to do it I got quite excited about the prospect of trying a k in a different setting. Like an act of magic I was able to add another k to my already busy calendar. In the preceding weeks it became clear that there was a wish and ambition to ride in under 24 hours. We planned for short breaks and solid riding — not furious riding and not too strict for comfort at the stops but enough to get us home in time. As the day was approaching it began to seem as if nothing could go wrong. The weather forecast was shaping up very well, the successful k a few weeks back had been a confidence boost for many and more and more strong and experienced guys joined the ranks. I and several others started in ridiculously light clothing, confident that the forecast would hold. A little later, just before Klippan, we suffered what would turn out to be the only real mechanical issue when Martin had a very severe puncture, to the point where his rim worked through the tyre. Patch and I had been teasing him a bit about the substantial amount of luggage he had on his bike but he got the last laugh when he fished out a spare tyre and shortly after we were on our way again. We were cruising along at good speed, trading turns at the front. At one point I was at the front discussing the pace with Ebbe and I recall telling him that I was just setting a pace that I felt comfortable holding for kilometers more. I realise now that statement was essentially true. Part of the deal before this ride was that it was not all on my terms. Instead I tried to set a solid but controlled pace for 10, 20, 30 kilometers whenever I came to the front. Others did their parts, taking on the share of the work they felt comfortable with whilst leaving enough in the tank to make it home. All in all this was a well-fucntioning group. The section between and kilometers also contains the vast majority of the -ryd and -hult sign sprints on this route. There should be room for some fun and games, the ride is long enough anyway! After Hyltebruk the kilometer leg to Kungsbacka is hillier and on this particular day we had a headwind to battle also. I felt pretty good though and continued spending a lot of time at the front. As far as sub24 was concerned we were doing well but off course we had a respectable kilometers and an entire night remaining. The kilometer leg from Hyltebruk had taken its toll and the break was much needed to collect our thoughts a bit ahead of the night. I expect the other went through similar processes but we eventually got back on our bikes and headed home. As when set off south the wind was on our backs and there was even a bit of evening sun over the sea. This brought the smiles out and everyone enjoyed making good speed along the coast with pretty moderate effort. As it got darker I felt an onset of sleepiness, as I usually do around 11pm, and thought that maybe others were feeling the same. It was a lot easier than it sounds to be fair; we had a tailwind and the ambition was never to hammer home so I just rode a comfortable pace. As per usual, once I get to CircleK in Halmstad the home stretch begins. And what a lovely morning it was. It was good to see everyone was awake, haha. But around 4. Unless the wind is awful or your legs are completely smashed it rarely takes more than 2h10min to ride the 62 or is it 63? This was lovely. When the deal was done some people went straight home but a few of us slumped down on the benches outside, enjoying a cup of coffee in the morning sun before going our own ways. It was a great ending to a great ride. Also, for the first time ever, I had ridden a km brevet without any rain. Who knows how this season might end? Strava Activity. I said we started out as 7 but only 5 of us came to finish together. I was talking to Tony at the beginning of the ride so I knew he never really expected to hang on all the way. When he dropped off the back around Ullared after kilometers or so that was that. He reportedly had fallen straight backwards into a shelf and onwards to the floor were he was now lying. During the minutes that passed before the ambulance arrived he started feeling better and suggested we should keep riding. The rest of us were adamant that this was unwise which we made very clear. Head injuries can take some time to manifest themselves and a few of us had personal experiences of the effect of such injuries. Further to that, while this incident occurred in the relative safety of a petrol station it may just as well have occurred our on the road in which case the consequences could be much more serious, also for the rest of us. When the ambulance arrived the situation was under control; Jeppe was safe and in the hands of professionals so we got back on our bikes and carried on. A few hours later I received a message from Jeppe that he was back on his bike I later learned that various tests had been taken in the ambulance and when declared healthy he had taken the decision to carry on. He did complete the brevet on his own and now, more than a week later, is doing well which is obviously a relief. It is difficult to talk about safety in the context of endurance cycling. I know I have but I try to be conscious about it and not repeat my mistakes. But what I do ask is that everyone involved in these kinds of activities consider the safety of themselves and fellow riders carefully. Nisse and I rode that route in It was raining and raining and raining. It was cold and in the moring there was some hail to make things even better. In the early morning ours I got sleepier and sleepier and eventually crashed in a ditch outside Flyinge. So, a few weeks from now we revisit that route with the aim of being wiser and faster last time. For this I apologize, but there are still plenty of old posts to read to satisfy your lust for misery. End of foreword. A km brevet might not be a HUGE deal anymore but there are still a few boxes to tick so Wednesday evening I had to clean and service my bikes I admit it would have been clever to make a decision about which one to use thus saving half the work, but hey…. Continental GPs II on archetypes measure Being a parent to two young children is excellent training for a sport where ability to handle sleep deprivation is a clear advantage. To make matters worse I perversely woke up at 5. At least this left me with plenty of time to have breakfast and get dressed. As previously outlined the worst ride of the year is done and so we were looking forward to a dry and sunny day. I then rolled out in the spring sun and jumped on the train to the old country. Rolling out at 8 sharp as per the usual procedure we were also back to familiar ways, i. With Patch, Ebbe and Mattias we were a quintet that rolled through the increasingly green forest to Blentarp 50km for the first control. After that followed a km stretch to the next control in Laholm. After Sverigetempot my perspectives on what constitutes a long leg have changed somewhat and why not stretch the course a bit to change the usual dynamic? To cater for other desires the route passed through Ljungbyhed and Klippan allowing people to resupply if needed. In Ljungbyhed Mattias took advantage of the opportunity to stop at the Conditori, so after a quick stop to adjust clothing and bring my phone back to life we were a quartet continuing north. In randonneuring, Ride hard, finfika later. Patch packing coke. To the sea! Torekov by afternoon. Yup, they make roads like these. At this stage and schemes Patch and Ebbe might have had to finish at a gentler pace were surely gone after Nisse and I almost behaving for so many hours. I think Helsingborg should build an actual wooden boardwalk here. It was fantastic day on a bike; lovely weather, charming route and great company. Next up is the km brevet on May 20th. Patch and Ebbe but not Nisse are expected to turn up. I have promised to behave though nobody really knows what that means and I have NOT signed up for the Copenhagen Marathon on the 21st. Sometime back Nisse and I came up with the grand plan to ride our season premiere brevet on cargo bikes. Not because we really thought it would be difficult and not to prove anything that has already been proven, but just for fun really. I wore shorts, because enough is enough. Photo by Patch. They come in many shapes and forms but the two types represented on this ride, Bullitt and Omnium are decidedly on the sportier end of the scale and ride pretty much like any other bike, except you can carry most of your family on them. A fact that I made no attempt to hide from Nils and Jim in the days leding up to this brevet. Train to Blentarp. Since I a had to patch a tube and b had to locate something very small and sharp in the tyre there was time for a little spring warmer by the roadside. Much better use of the roadside than crashing or sleeping. Going forward I will definitely prefer drinking to the other options. Jeppe and Jim saw their chance to sort out a few practicalities in Ljungbyhed 10 km down the road and went ahead, but Nils and I had soon solved the pneumatic issues and raced after them. Here we had many years of built up guilt to make amends for. Many cyclists come here but I really think this must have been one of the first times a lycra clad man had stepped in asking them to get a cardboard box ready. Beats half-assing…. Celebration time! When writing these posts I actually try to be careful not to exaggerate. This applies to exaggerating how hard things are, how good or bad for that matter I or my friends are, etc. Only once before have I given a firm recommendation NOT to try something at home. What dreams are made of. While the minutes of uphill riding allowed us to work up some warmth, the temperature was now a few degrees below freezing and the rain had been replaced by a very wet sleet. Nisse meets his Gavia…. At the top we met Jeppe who had come to join in on the ride and so we continued as a trio. Before descending from Stenestad the second time I stopped to, as agreed, text Jim so that he could time our arrival in Denmark. Nisse and Jeppe rode ahead to pee and probably started wondering how hard it can be to send a text. Eventually we got going and made solid but painful progress towards Helsingborg. Jeppe then kindly paid for the ferry seeing as Nils and I were entirely unable to get any money out of our pockets after about km of Scandinavian spring. People are nice — one woman even offered us a lift home. However, we politely declined, without going into further detail regarding our mental health or plans for the remainder of the day. Instead we bought hotdogs, coffee and gammeldansk to try and warm up. Unfortunately, Jeppe punctured again after only a few hundred metres and started to doubt whether the long route to Copenhagen was a wise choice so we parted ways. He eventually sorted his tyre and rode down to Copenhagen while Nils, Jim and I headed north-west towards Gilleleje, into the wind and rain. But it was warmer here than in Sweden, we started seeing blue sky on the horizon and within an hour we were exposed to direct sunlight and temperatures of degrees. If we had started the ride there and then it would have been a rather lovely early spring day, but Jim had also had a cold ride up the coast so our trio needed a bit longer before we could really break the smiles out. In fact, my jaw still hurt from grimacing most of the morning so it took some face gymnastics to be able to smile and speak without a slur…. At Tisvildeleje we turned south and cruised along in the tailwind — I really enjoy the roads up around the north coast. There were a few interruptions in the form of punctures. Meet the Flintstones. Spring Classic. It would be easy to claim that were absolutely exhausted when we finished but an interesting aspect is that the riding intensity had been moderate all day: we were too cold, had the ferry, the punctures, the small stops etc. This meant that the traditional tiredness in the form of sore legs etc. This ride, while unassuming on the surface, represents a re-calibration of the discomfort scale. The good thing about it is that it may make all other rides this season appear nice and comfortable. The bad thing is that it may make all other rides this season appear nice and comfortable. While we sat down with a post ride beer the stories already started getting a life of their own as we begun retelling them via social media. If nothing else the pictures are different. The organisation consists largely of Patch setting up a facebook event — then you just rock up and ride. Sweden has lots of gravel roads, dirt roads, horse tracks etc. With a 9. After the last cyclocross race I set up my cross bike with 28mm slicks, bottle cages and normal road chainrings and voila — pretty much a perfect dirt whip. Following a solid meal and only modest alcohol consumption on Friday night I went to bed at a reasonable hour yes, really. I was in fact so excited I woke up before my The fancy residential areas along the coast north of town definitely sleep. So for almost two hours I was alone in the dark. The nice thing about the ferry, for an inherently impatient cyclist like myself, is that you have to take a break. So I bought a cup of coffee and enjoyed my large home made sandwich without a care in the world while my feet gradually regained some feeling and mobility. I take that to me this was a pretty sensible thing to do! Rolling off the ferry onto Swedish soil some 20 minutes later I was still pretty much in splendid isolation. With about 15km to go, i. When I pulled up outside Musette at 8. Some sections were maybe 1km long while others were km. Off course pretty big gaps open up when some go really hard for several kilometers but as far as I could tell the mood was good both up front and further back and when we reached tarmac the bunch regrouped. It was generally pretty hard work getting to Blentarp. Some had places to be and people to see and thus peeled off along the way but about 15 of us made to SmakSak for a, I dare say much needed, little break. If the dirt sections before the break had been undulating or even hilly, the return leg had a few really flat ones across open fields. According to Nils, randonneurs have words to describe rain. When the temperature is ranging from 1 to 5 degrees Celcius and the rain is persistent we are on the invective rich end of the scale. Those are the days when even self proclaimed misery enthusiasts like myself wonder what the? Based on my experiences from that night I did make some adjustments to my equipment before Sverigetempot but I never really got to try them in anger. It consists of multiple components that can be mixed and matched in a very large number of combinations as the conditions change. Below is a little illustration of the described setup. Pictures taken Sunday February 19th upon my return from a km solo ride in aforementioned Danish winter weather…. Best piece of cycling clothing ever. Almost half a year has passed since my latest blog post, as even the not-so-observant reader might have noticed. One reason is that takes a while to digest an adventure like Sverigetempot. It sounds obvious but remembering to remember an experience makes it a better experience. I think I can now safely say that that marathon was the most horrendous mental and physical struggle I had all year. It really was entirely overwhelming to be in such severe discomfort whilst having my wife there for company the whole way. It was just too much. Another memorable weekend was when I rode to Gothenburg for a near perfect combination of night riding, midsummer, Bruce Springsteen and good friends. If only it was possible to pack THAT much quality into everything you do. Time well spent. Service Station Deluxe, somewhere in Halland. I know people who refrained from riding Sverigetempot for fear that it would make them hate something they love. Someone else I know got caught up chasing a goal of running a certain, very large number of kilometers in a year. That goal was ultimately reached, with many fantastic stories along the way, but the conclusion was that the furious hunt ended up taking some of the fun out of the sport. This is important. Then there are all the underground events that barely exist — rides and runs quickly scrambled on facebook. These often have the best roads, best company and best beer afterwards. I actually cheated and started the new year with some spectacular trail running in Norway at Christmas…. I think will be a good year… The Band Played On. Warning — Long text. Short version: it was hard but fantastic and we f-ing did it. In strictly physical terms the journey started on Before start — travel, preparation, anticipation. I took the morning flight from Copenhagen to Stockholm Friday July 15th and then the earliest possible connection to Kiruna, bringing me there at To my urbanised eyes this was a two hour train ride through a vast wilderness. Some days you should just avoid the in-flight magazine…. While brevets strictly speaking are individual events, there are gains to be made if you manage to establish a well-functioning group. The 12 people in my start group contained several very strong and experienced cyclists who I could potentially ride with if I wanted to and they wanted to. But not everyone shows up to go full gas every time and eventually it seemed as if my objectives aligned best with those of Ian To and Toni Arndt. Ian from England is doing his first season with really long events but had just come off winning two ultra races in Italy km and Croatia km and was hungry for more. Ian and I have been in contact prior to the event so we have learned a little bit about each others strenghts. Toni is well known on the Swedish randonneuring scene for strong rides at PBP and other long events. Toni and Jonas Nilsson also holds the course record from Sverigetempot at hours 20 minutes. This year we were facing an approximately 50km longer course but we were excited and optimistic about breaking the record and maybe even go under hours. It was a lovely Friday evening in the land of the midnight sun. At around Saturday July 16th saw the start for the first group. This was the group that had elected to ride under a hour time limit while my group had a maximum of hours at our disposal. Some in that group because they needed all the time they could get and others because they are more sensible than I am and prefer to take on this adventure in a more relaxed manner. The first start group gathering across the border. The rest of the day was spent pacing around, checking bikes, chatting, eating, drinking coffee and the odd beer, all while we were watching the rain fall and fall and fall. In fact it rained all day and all night, 18 hours straight, until shortly before we rolled out to the start on Sunday morning. Some riders struggled with last minute mechanical problems causing them and some of their friends to hang back a bit. This meant that shortly after the start we were down to a group of eight. Vegetation is scarce above the arctic circle making everything seem more dramatic. After about an hour on wet roads we were riding in the dry. The climate means the roads up north are frozen for much of the year. This means that a they lead a very hard life and b the necessary repairs must be completed in a rather short time window during summer. About 60km in I get the first puncture in the group and my first in a brevet since Guess I spent my luck on the weather, haha. It takes about an hour to catch the others again. At least we did better than this guy…. Once we caught the others the group continued at a rather high pace towards Kiruna. As the tailwind shifted to a cross wind we rode both in echelons and a Belgian chain. For some reason the intensity was pushed way up during the final 30km into Kiruna. When we eased off riding into the city we all looked around at each other; it appeared everyone felt that push was entirely unnecessary but no one wanted to take responsibility for initiating it… oh well. After a short stop at the Kiruna control km we set out as a quartet with Manuel from Germany joining us for a couple of hours before dropping back. Endless straights lined with trees with only the odd river or scatter of houses to break it up for hours and hours. The fact that you ride for hours along seemingly identical roads is a beautiful illustration of just how immense this part of Sweden is. The entire section was ridden into a slight headwind, though not very strong by Copenhagen standards. The terrain is mostly flat and the road well suited to long steady pulls on the front and our trio rode well with km long pulls, meaning you got plenty of time to sit at the back looking around, eating and drinking. As you approach Porjus the landscape changes somewhat. There is more water with huge hydropower stations who have also brought slightly more houses with them. Porjus itself has lots of large, beautiful wooden villas overlooking the water. After Porjus we encountered the longest stretch of roadworks, at least 7km of uninterrupted rough gravel. Back home me and my friends seek out dirt roads on our road bikes for fun and so I rather enjoyed riding through these roadworks. Our puncture extravaganza had taken some time so before we had finished eating Peter, Martin and Josef walked in to enjoy a similarly glorious rando meal. We met lots of friendly and curious people along the route. After a rather long stop in Jokkmokk we headed into the night. The next control was Vilhelmina an astonishing km away. It was a cold night, degrees and rather damp. The mood was good during this night and we kept making good speed. We rode onwards through the early morning hours towards Sorsele km where past Sverigetempot competitor Kalle Gunnar was also handing out coffee and sandwiches from the back of his car. Here it should be noted that while Sverigetempot is an unsupported event it is allowed for friends and strangers alike to cheer along the route and also bring some refreshments. I had no issues eating a fair amount while Toni was struggling a bit more with his appetite at this point and Ian used the short break to sleep rather than eat. The plan was to ride to Storuman 70 km down the road and have an enormous hotel breakfast — a strategy successfully used by Toni in the past. The most exiting thing we encountered was a confused reindeer trying to run away from us successfully, granted along the road rather than just get off it. After 25 hours of riding we rolled into Storuman km only to discover we were an hour late for breakfast. We have since learned that there might have been other options such as supermarkets had we been desperate, but we wanted cooked food now. After a 10 minute rest on the lawn outside the hotel we set off for Vilhemina 70 km away hoping to get there at a suitable time for lunch. Leaving Storuman the landscape again opened up with more houses, more lakes and more open views. It was a rather lovely day in fact and our trio powered along in a tight TTT formation. Our little group works well together with eveyone taking good, solid pulls at the front. We encourage each other, complementing good efforts and generally maintain a high spirit and focus. In Vilhelmina km we had essentially done one third of the course in 28 hours. Some poor people came in after us…. After Vilhelmina I finally worked up the courage to take the leg warmers off. But now it was so warm I felt safe. We continued chugging along the occassionally passing people from the first start. He had adopted the strategy of riding fast in between eating and sleeping well, which left him rather lonely on the road. At one point we lost Martin due to a mechanical but shortly after that our trio stopped for a 10 minute power nap and when we got back on the road we quickly found him again. It was nice with some new company for us and any company for Martin. Seeing farmed land was rather heartwarming. The evening started turning to night and getting rather chilly so at some point we had to crank up the intensity a bit to stay warm rather than stop to change clothes. Not quite what you need when you just want to go to bed. Upon arrival at the control km at around On the other hand here we had access to actual beds indoors and so getting a better rest now would likely pay off next day when sleeping facilities might be ok, but certainly not as favourable as here. I showered and ate some food pasta, yoghurt, nutella sandwiches… anything they had really haha before going to bed stark naked. Quite a few of the early starters, many of which I knew at least a bit, were sitting casually at the control, not riding again until morning. Despite the lack of sleep it was time well spent to chat a bit with them, hear some of their stories and gossip from the three days of riding this group had had. It can be lonely out on the road even in a trio and any external injections are welcome to keep your mind occupied. Some had abandoned the race due to injury, some were behind schedule due to either physical or mechanical problems. Each rider had his or her head full of impression. There were still km to go. I got out of bed at 3. Feeling very happy I put on a complete change of cycling clothes. I also packed my bike with all the four spare tubes and the extra patch kit I had in the drop bag and picked up a fresh battery pack for my GPS. And what a morning it was. The morning was so lovely it took us quite a while to realise it was bloody freezing. With these climbs having such limited significance in the grand scheme of things we all took it quite easy. Toni in alpine mode. Ski slopes lacking snow. On the boring road between Vemdalen and Sveg we overtook the at least according to the tracker leading rider from the first start group, meaning we were now first on the road. The road to Sveg is rather uninspiring, but all three of us were feeling fresh or at least no one let on so we were powering along delivering what must have been our best 2 hour segment since day 1. Toni taking a selfie full of symbolism on the spot outside Sveg where he abandoned Sverigetempot, cold and disillusioned, in This time things were very different. This brought in a new element — The Quest for the most mind-numbingly dull road in Sweden! The tarmac was crap. Not in a fun way, but just an annoying way. The trees lining it were entirely uninteresting. Just big enough to block the view completely. I can understand their eagerness to get out of there…. Crappy tarmac and all those shit small trees lacking that are only good for blocking the view. It is exceedingly popular amongst Swedish randonneurs to eat pizza. Those of you who has followed Sverigetempot or any other brevet will know this. But we were now approaching the end of the third day and at least Toni really wanted pizza. As we rolled through town I was the first one to express concern about the amount of energy in a single pizza, suggesting I might order two… When we stepped in to the restaurant Ian quickly bettered that by ordering a burger meny and a pizza, an order which I copied. Toni ordered a pizza and a portion of bacon and eggs which he duly dumped on top of his pizza. This was almost km away so it would be early morning at best when we got there. During the third night its only fair to say we collectively failed on a number of accounts. Sometimes people will drift off the back, other times stay at the front for too long while letting the speed drop and drop. Indecision regarding clothing or food can be one sign as can a lack of focus on getting the critical things done at controls; stamp your card, fill your bottles, buy food. I even sprinted symbolically at the Evertsberg sign to have something to do. It was a lovely evening and actually rather warm. We stop twice in short succession for a 10 minute nap. Somewhere after Vansbro I realise I am really struggling. I claw my way back a few times but then drift 10, 20, 50, , metres behind. After a while Ian has plugged his headphones in I assume there are only so many things to say about wallabies to help keep awake and begins to ride in a rather erratic way; inconsistent pace, sometimes dropping us, sometimes falling behind Toni. Toni and I find some sort of insect farm about 2 metres from the road where we curl up in aluminium foil blankets on top of a mix of wet grass and dirty tarmac. Does he not want to ride with us? Confusion is the word best describing the situation. The discussion is equally heated and pointless. We sleep. When we wake up the argument continues. We have ridden close to km now but still have almost km remaining. This is the absolute low point of the trip. Wednesday morning 7am. What if this is as good as it gets? So we get the chat going, apologise for being idiots and decide to get on with things. There are periods where you can only sit on the saddle for a few seconds before you feel a desperate need to change position, get out of the saddle, just doing something different. But then suddenly the body accepts its fate and goes confortaby numb for, typically, at least a few hours before it resumes begging you to stop. For the first time since the start I hear the sirens of an emergency vehicle and it gives me a suprisingly homely feeling. In the future I will still try to pack lighter, but with such a geographically vast course you need to prepare for at least some eventualities and I think I came quite close to meeting my own needs in a suitable way. Beauty sleep outside Degerfors. Rando-life at its finest. If every long-distance brevet course had sun drenched soft lawns next to lakes at even intervals this would be a very pleasant sport! This is now a very warm summer day, at least by Scandinavian standards and we need to fill up our bottles. Onew would think that the service level would increase further south but this would only hold true if we stayed on the main roads. Up north we stayed on THE road and all services the area had to offer were on our path. There are no shops there as people drive to the nearest town to shop. But there are some houses and when we see a man outside in his garden we come to a halt and politely ask to fill our bottles. I realise here that while , or km are entirely abstract distances to most people everyone can relate to the entire length of the country they live in. The landscape opens up more and more, with fewer trees and more farmland. We have about km to go, which will eventually take close to 24 hours, but everything we do from here will be the last time; last dinner, last evening, last night, last morning, last day. The food establishment refuse to let us borrow their toilet so after a few kilometers we stop next to a camp site along the route. Toni heads for the bushes and I roll maybe 20 metres further to pee with Ian somewhere in between. After a few moments of confusion a camper comes up and directs us to the camp site toilets where we can find Ian. From Ulricehamn to Tranemo we ride the small road which is an old railroad track made into a very long and very straight bike lane. This night, our last night, I am the one struggling the least with sleep. Ian and Australia-born Toni had slight Imperial bias…. In Tranemo we take a 10 minute nap at the bus station while the local youth is occupied with a moped race on the adjacent street. Still, the concrete floors were dry and sheltered so we could have slept more here. But we carry on in the night but a few hours later have to stop for 30 minutes at another concrete floor behind a petrol station in…. The last night. Herding the flock in the full moon. The rest of the night and early morning we ride towards the control in Hyltebruk. Despite now being far south the night is very, very cold. Ian and particularly Toni are very sleepy. The sun eventually dawns on our last day and the world springs to life around us. We see lots of deer and even a wild boar. This is actually the most wildlife we see during the whole ride. In Hyltebruk km we have to make do with another photo control in the early morning hours before taking another 30 minute rest on some benches down at the square. With Toni and Ian snoring away I email our photo stamps to the organisers and try to arrange a coffee date with Patch in Laholm. Out of Hyltebruk it seems we all want to go home as we set of in a under the circumstances furious pace. About halfway to Laholm Patch and his friend Colin meet us by bike. The stories come pouring out of all three of us despite us being very tired. At the Preem station in Laholm we have something I suppose must classify as brunch. Here we again shift into our lightest clothes and Ian even gives away his overshoes. This is my homecoming, one of the things I really looked forward to even as i signed up for this. Sure, no one was pushing the pace but the main body parts were doing what they were supposed to. I suffered form this at the Stavanger km last year too, which despite the shorter distance included WAY more use of the small chainring hence many more shifts. Electric gears would have been nice, on the other hand this ride was so long Ian actually had to charge his Di2 batteries along the way. The flower shop is closed due to vacation we we get a stamp and some water from the supermarket instead. We just wanted to finish this and someone put an annoying rise in the road there. With between 50 and 60 km to go I get my fifth puncture of the ride. Sure, it was the first one in km but five is still too much. Riding through Genarp with about 40km to go fans start lining the streets. But Anders has cycled all the way from Norway just to join Linn in cheering for us… or something along those lines… a bit further my dad is also standing by the side of the road. With about an hour to go Ian mobilises his last strength and start pulling at a furious pace whilst shouting that we have to make the time cut. We go full gas for a few kilometers before we manage to get through and explain that we have a good hours margin to the record and more than 40 hours to the actual time limit. Suddenly as we come over the 57th little undulation the ocean come in sight. We made it. We made it essentially from from start to finish as a trio. This is what you get when you choose to ride in a group. The main reason Toni, Ian and I could stick together for so long is that we are all capable of doing meaningful work even after 4 days on the bike. We were thrown in here by coincidence and we made it work. At the finish external support was very much allowed and we toasted in cold beers brought by my dad and celebrated our success. Here we are — three randomly gathered dads who managed to keep it together for km. Ian, Toni and I had so much fun and it was such a fantastic adventure. Reading all the comments and all the discussions that took place during the event and after the event enforces the good memories and make the bad ones fade away. They are both exceptionally strong endurance athletes and it was a pleasure to do this ride in their company. Out of this about 6 hours is actual sleep, another couple of hours will have been spent on stopping for sleep and getting going again afterwards. The rest is eating, clothing adjustments, punctures etc. Sure, I might have mistaken a few trees for mooses but I think that was just as much because I really wanted to see a moose. In the second start group the weather was favourable ther whole time while the first group got lots of rain the first two days. The good weather from their day 3 onwards has ondoubtedly helped keep the DNF rate down. Tried and tested stuff that I trust. Everything worked. Sverigetempot — Length of Sweden is truly spectacular and something I will carry with me for a long time. It is next held in Will I be there? Will I try to ride sub? Will I bring a tent and a sleeping bag? Time will tell. As is being married to one… In the run-up, Johan helped organise some of the local practicalities for this cultural exchange and we were all set when the big Thursday came and it was time to head north. The Randominatrix — Fully Loaded. Yeah, we can fika pretty hard. Do you even after bike? The road. A thousand words. Full gas, comfort level zero. How long will it take to ride six hundred kilometers? Are you done yet? Sun and moon. Lyby kyrka. While my usual M. Tuck in. Maybe this is why? Dirt Whip. His and Hers. This also means you can leave it on longer between showers without drowning in your own sweat. Pictures taken Sunday February 19th upon my return from a km solo ride in aforementioned Danish winter weather… Look what the cat dragged in… not sure why my left thigh is impersonating a track sprinter? This rain gilet IS very tight. It works well, but looks a bit shit in a cafe so better just keep moving… Yes, I wear arm warmers on top of base layers or double arm warmers. This mesh is great, dries out faster than heavier fabrics. Midnight Sun Shakedown. The group rolling along the spectacular E Ian negotiating the roadworks. Homeward bound. Blog at WordPress. Subscribe Subscribed. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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