Taiwan KOM Challenge 2019 Race day

By John Thomas, 27th October 2019

All images courtesy of Taiwan Cycling Federation




At last – race day! So much anticipation and preparation, now it’s time to convert the work we’ve done into a result. I got a good 6 hour sleep, woke up as per usual 10 minutes ahead of my 4am alarm. I’m pumped up for this thing as much as my first ever bike event in 2005.

Oliver and I grab a coffee and breakfast in our vast hotel room, plenty to eat the day before and about a 4 hour effort ahead of us, no need for a huge breakfast. Muesli, yoghurt and a banana is enough. We head down to the hotel lobby to meet the rest of the team and ride the flat 4km to the start. It’s raining! This isn’t what we ordered. The forecast had been dry, we didn’t need this. A couple of minutes up the road the rain abates to our relief, a dry road, looks like we’ll be alright. This is a tough enough day without rain. In 2014 riders had to deal with rain for the whole event. Not nice.

We arrived at the start in perfect warm conditions. Dropped our bags off with stuff for the finish and got ourselves in position near the front. We were earlier than we needed to be but that was cool. Looking out over the Pacific Ocean, there are worse places to wait for the sun to come up.

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almost time boys!

The 6am start time approaches. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Fitter and stronger on the bike than I’ve ever been. A great bike to ride that runs sweetly and is lighter than most. I know the course from last year and I know what I’m capable of. Everything points to a good day.

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Team CCC dominate the start

Off we go. 18km of neutralised riding. This event is run well and the commissaire leads us at a decent 35-40km/h pace. Perfect to warm up the legs. Alastair, Ruari, Stephen and I are all near the front. The rest of our team not far back. The Team CCC ladies are in the front row and I stake my claim for territory on the right side and make it hard for anyone to get past me. I’m getting better at this type of riding. You need to be bold and confident, even in a neutralised section. Relax too much or leave a gap available and you find yourself swamped and going backwards. There are 700 riders behind you that want to be where you are. There’s a definite skill in being able to stay at the front.

6am and we’re off
Taroko Bridge

Taroko Bridge apporoaches, the iconic gateway to the Taroko Gorge. As we cross the bridge I’m in a good spot, on the right, just a couple of rows back, similar to last year. Good for the hard left hander coming up at the end of the bridge. The commissaire has his head out of the sun roof,  shouts some warning to us that I can’t hear properly. This is cool, just like a stage start in a Grand Tour, kilometre zero is just around the corner.

Commissaire gets us ready

Round we go and the flag comes down. Game on. 86kms to the top from here. The pace is hot but I can live with it. I’m about 30 riders back as the peloton strings out. I remember this point last year, I was shocked at the pace and struggled to stay with it. This time I’m on top of it. 3km up the road there is a narrowing, a dip and a hard right. It caught riders out last year and riders went down just behind me. This time we all got through smoothly.

I’m happy, the pace settles to a swift but consistent tempo, doesn’t seem like there are any attacks off the front. Alastair is just behind me, Ruari, Stephen and Oliver just ahead. We negotiate the first of the 16 damp and dingy tunnels that make up about 6km of the total race length. Alastair and I exchange a few words, taking stock of what’s happening after a few minutes. The pace has already split the peloton, we are in a group of about 100 riders, 600 have found the early stages too hot to handle.

lots of tunnels

Km 35, the road starts to ramp up a little, nothing severe but 5/6%, enough to cause problems for some of the 100. At this point it’s crucial not to be too near the back of a group like this. It can easily sever in a matter of seconds and you need to be on the right side of the split. I’ve learned to my cost of the importance of positioning in a group in previous races. I’ve often found myself too far back. Stephen is the most experienced racer in our team, he’s a good marker for me. He gets himself in good positions, if I’m nearer to him I’ll be safer.

steady pace thanks to CCC

At this point there are Team CCC riders who are dictating the pace. It’s smooth and steady. I’m happy with where I am. Constantly looking ahead to make sure I can react quickly to a change of pace. I’m comfortable but I have no idea how long it that will last. I have a chance to take in the moment. I’m in the thick of a lead group of about 70 riders now, with World Tour pro riders dictating the pace on the front. All happening in one of the most dramatic, deepest gorges in the world. It’s all a bit dreamy, one of the those ‘pinch yourself is it real’ situations. This event is like nothing else. No where else can I get an opportunity to race with these people. And I’m part of it, not just making up the numbers, but I can do more than just hang in there. I feel part of how things might play out today, as I’ll discover soon my team mates are going to be an even bigger part of this fantastic game I’m immersed in.

I can’t win this race outright, I’m too old and not good enough, simple as that. There are 20 or so riders surrounding me now that will ride at a different level to me at the end of this day when it hits it’s tough, steep climax. But I’m in another race within the race. I came narrowly second in the over 50 category in this event last year and I want the win this time.

Our race numbers pinned on our jerseys are sequenced as per our category. All the oldies are numbers 667 through to 775. I’m scanning for those numbers, in my group of 70 I can’t see many. We are ranked on previous KOM performances so I get number 667 as the fastest previous competitor in my category. Juergen Eckman who pipped me by 9 seconds last year is not on the start list. There are loads of riders doing it for the first time though so the numbers don’t tell the whole story. I can see number 668, a Japanese rider, Shingo Nakagome, bit of a legend in this event, has won this category in the past. Looks confident and keeps moving up near the front. 702 is Stephen. I’ve raced with Stephen in the Haute Route Pyrenees earlier in the summer. Very experienced and strong. Very capable of getting on the podium here but I know I’m a shade stronger than him on previous performances when it gets to the business end of the day. The only other old bloke I can see is 752, smooth looking rider, long greying curls spilling down his neck. No idea who he is but he looks handy. Could he be the rider who spoils my party?

The kilometres pass quickly, this does not feel like a chore. I’m in control. Alastair is right with me. In the same way I use Stephen as a marker I think Alastair’s doing something similar with me, that’s cool with me. We see a moto with a board help up with ‘50”’ on it. Unbeknown to me someone has ridden off the front in the last few kms and has 50 seconds on us. No one is chasing though, no one in the pack seems concerned. Our pace remains very steady, almost feeling slow at times. Who could be up the road? I move up through the pack to see if I can see Oliver and Ruari. I get it in my head that maybe they’ve both gone off the front. Oliver loves to breakaway and get a bit of glory, has he done so and towed Ruari with him and maybe set up a chance for Ruari to win this thing? The top riders here don’t know who Ruari is, maybe they’ve let him go not realising how much of a threat he is?

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Oliver bridges the gap to the break

Then I spot Ruari, tapping away near the front. No Oliver though. Looks like he’s away. I’ll discover later that he’s part of a three man break that he bridged across too in spectacular, photogenic style!

I’m excited for Oliver. He, like me, isn’t capable of winning this thing outright but he’s super strong on these moderate slopes and certainly capable of ruffling a few feathers and staying away for a long time. The gap gets bigger, up to nearly 3 minutes at one point. Still no concern from the pack. They are clearly still convinced that whoever’s up the road is not a contender for the win.

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Peter Waldron on the left giving it everything
Michael Barnes means business

All the time we’re climbing through changing light and conditions. We ride a few kilometres through damp cloud, a wet road and moody light. Soon we will emerge above to stunning views of the sea of cloud below us. The air and road is dry now.

Alastair Roberts making the pace hard for the likes of Ashleigh Moolman-Pasio
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Marianne Vos on Stephen Blackburn’s wheel

55km in and I’m still comfortable. Sure I’m working hard but it’s sustainable and I’m confident. I move closer to the front of the pack. To hell with it, I’ll go on the front for a while. No one seems bothered and I get a few minutes of being in charge. We’re on gradients of about 6% at this point, cruising at around 20 km/h and it’s nice to be on the front and riding at a pace that suits me. I know that will change soon but at least as riders come past me now I can monitor who they are and be on the look out for any oldies who might have escaped my radar scanning earlier.

We’re approaching the point where I got dropped by the lead group last year, about 64km in. It gets a bit steeper for a couple of kilometres then followed by a stretch of about 8km of much easier gradients. If I can get through this steeper section with the top guys I could get a useful tow from them on that flatter section. I stuck with them, my power numbers are nudging over threshold but I’ll be alright for a while. I’m about 30th wheel in the group of 70 here, unaware that I’m just ahead of a significant split. Stephen and Alastair have been jettisoned and I get to carry on in the lunar landing craft!

My critical moment, hanging onto the top 30 until km 77

The pace is hot. As we reach Km 68 the gradient eases but the intensity goes the other way. Past winner Jon Ebson and other contenders start attacking and testing each other. It’s ‘pulsey’ and fast. All I can do is hang on. I’m close to losing touch. Big numbers required. Hang on man. If I get get a tow to the end of this section it could be a fantastic launchpad for me. The fun and games at the front is a blessing in disguise for me. That injection in pace means we’re putting a big gap into the other riders behind. I look around when I can. No Stephen, no Nakagome, I think I’m the only old bloke left in the pack. I’ve made a very good decision and I’m getting a fantastic pull from my young playmates at the front. The CCC ladies, including Marianne Vos and Ashleigh Moolman-Pasio have gone too. It’s just the men left now. Ruari’s right up there. On a few loops in the road I look back down below to look for chasers. No one in sight. This is really good.
My course knowledge from last year is invaluable. Knowing exactly where things get easier and harder on this mid section of the race is crucial. My Garmin computer confirms the profile ahead for me too. 2 or 3 more fast and easy kms to go and then sustained up for about 7km at 6/7%. I need to stay with this group until the foot of the next pitch and then it’s time to let go. I know my abilities and my limitations. Too long on a harder section with riders of this level and I’m going to burn myself out. Let them go at km 77 and be thankful for the launchpad they’ve provided but don’t bite off any more.
I let them go. The rest of the 30 ride away from me. I’m happy. I’ve dropped myself on purpose. I’m sure it’s the best place to do it. Several of those 30 were looking pretty weary, I was confident that I’d reel them in later. Time now for me to find my own rhythm and get to the finish as efficiently as possible. From this point group riding would not affect things greatly. Steeper gradients now, everyone against the mountain.
At km 79 I came through the feed station at Bilu Sacred Tree on my own. The total pro experience continues as I’m handed a fresh bidon by neutral support and get to throw my used one to the spectators for a souvenir! I wonder who’s got that Alpine Cadence bottle now!

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no need to slow down for a bidon

A timing mat at that feed stations would confirm later that Oliver had just been caught by the pack in front of me and I was about a minute behind. His breakaway and glory had come to an end but not without dozens of fantastic photos showing for posterity how he was a leader in the Taiwan KOM for a long time!I ride on. On my own up though the forest. 7km of steady up until a descent of 4kms. Well over 2000m above our sea side start now. Time for me to review, check, monitor the engine. All the dials in the cockpit are giving the right readings. I’m running well. The tiniest twinges of cramping are there but nothing much. I’m in better condition than the same point last year and in a better position in the race. It’s all about not blowing up now. Manage the engine and respect any changes. Through the forest ahead I can see the weaker members of the group of 30 getting closer. There are some tired legs in there. I get the feeling that I’ll pick off a few of them before the finish. I don’t need to work to catch them though, they’ll come to me. My big mileage on the bike this year has seen me stronger at the end of big rides than ever before. I’ve had a trend this summer of overtaking plenty of riders on final climbs, I’m confident it will happen again.

As I top out on that section I’m close to 3 or 4 riders ahead. The short descent that follows offers respite to some but perhaps an opportunity to others. I push hard over the top. A little too hard into the first hairpin, almost locking up and running out of road. Concentrate! Don’t blow it now with a stupid mistake. Next bend is smoother and then all good, pedalling hard through the rest of the open bends. Later on Strava I’ll see that the descent went well for me, more time into rivals who perhaps cruised it a bit.

Up we go again. 90km done, 15 to go and all up. 1100m of altitude to find. The average gradient of about 7% doesn’t remotely tell the story of what’s to come! Super steep ramps ahead of us approaching 20%, with flatter stretches and a short descent corrupting the average gradient and making it a useless figure. This final stretch is hard and it’s what the Taiwan KOM is all about. About 55 minutes of managed pain remaining!

I start to pick off riders. Still no one in sight behind me but plenty in front as the steep gradients and slow speeds bring the field more into view. I tap away in a small gear. I mix it up in the saddle and out, still no cramp. Brilliant, I was cramping at this point last year and incapable of getting out of the saddle.

Then, Oliver! At the side of the road punctured! ‘oh no, mate!’ I shouted. I was so disappointed for him. He had a neutral support moto helping him so I couldn’t help. He would puncture again before the finish, a hard way for him to finish his day but nothing could take away his glory from the early part of the ride.

I rode on with mixed feelings, really happy with how I was going but disappointed for him. The vicious ramps were just as hard as last year. My 34/29 gearing set up was enough for me, just. Lots of riders there will have been regretting their gear choice I reckon.

5km to the finish, still plenty of work to do but I know I’ve got this in the bag. Still passing riders and not feeling like a rider that was about to blow. I’d nibbled away on 3 energy bas since the start and a couple of gels on top in the final stages, I knew I was on top of my energy needs. One of the race vehicles goes past me and I can hear on the radio ‘race leader 50m from the finish’. That put some context into my humble effort. The winner of the race, a young Anthon Charmig from Denmark,  was just about to cross the line and I was still 5km back. The speed in which those top guys finish is incredible.

stunning ride from Anthon Charmig winning in 3 hours 26 minutes

3km to go. An open descent of 1.5km ahead of me. I rode it well and carried plenty of speed around the spectator lined right hander at the end that would signal the start of our final 1.5km up to finish. The crowd support from the local people is incredible. So much enthusiasm. I’m not sure what they keep shouting at me in Mandarin but it sounds like ‘JEE OH’, whatever it is it make me ride faster!

The finish is hard. A fairly constant 11% for 1.4km. Put that at well over 3000m when you’ve got 4 hours of hard riding in your legs already and it’s hard. I found myself on my own. I’d overtaken 7 or 8 riders in the last few kilometres but now there was no one in sight, ahead or behind. I was where I was in the race. Nothing was going to change unless I blew up or punctured. I count down the metres, 1100, 1000, 900. It’s so steep and slow. A commissaire’s car follows me up to add to the atmosphere. I’m all over the wide road. Zig-zagging my way up in an effort to create virtual hairpins and the relief that they bring. 600m to go, loads of noise. I can hear the commentator on the PA system at the top and crowds ahead of me. 400m to go, so hard. The crowds are bashing the hell out of the hoardings and shouting their ‘JEE OH’s’. The support is amazing. They have no idea who I am. I suddenly get emotional. A mix of relief, pride and excitement overcomes me. I’m goosepimply all over, my eyes are teary. It’s amazing how those people at 400m made me feel. I finished so strong, the last 200m seems easy with what that crowd gave me. I push all the way to the line with a little hand in the air to celebrate my personal victory.

I’ll take that ride!

I’m in good condition. I stop, get a medal draped around my neck and take a few moments to think. This time last year I was ‘peeled’ off the bike by marshals as I was in the depth of massive cramp spasms. This time was different. I’d given it my all and the body had delivered everything I asked of it.

Ruari is there, ‘How d’you go?’ He was 4th, Superb result, so pleased for him. Alastair came over the line just 3 minutes and 4 places behind me. He’s had a strong finish too and I was so happy to see how well he’d done. I headed over to where the timing was set up. Leaning over to get a glimpse of the laptop with the results coming in I could see I’d finished 25th overall and confirmed as 1st over 50. I was shocked to see my time, 3 hours 45 minutes, way quicker than I thought I could do.

Ashleigh Moolman-Pasio wins from Marianne Vos

The leading ladies, Ashleigh Moolman-Pasio and Marianne Vos came in a few minutes later. Again I was surprised. I often joke about how I’m one of the top lady riders as I almost always finish around the same time as the leading lady. To finish a fair margin ahead of these girls was another indicator that I’d gone really well.


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More of our team came over the line. Oliver got there in good spirits despite a difficult finish. Stephen rolled in under 4 hours and would be second to me in the old blokes category. Michael finished strongly followed by Pete who’d also suffered a puncture scuppering his hopes of joining us on the over 50 podium. Duncan finished in his usual, reliable manner and an ever cheerful Fenton meant that we were all safely finished.
The atmosphere at the podium presentation at the top was a lot warmer than the foggy chilly conditions we were greeted to. Our team of riders had well and truly performed. There was a fantastic buzz around what we’d done, no doubt fuelled a little by the dozen beers that Oliver had made sure wthere for us to consume as our recovery drinks!

Between us we collected 6 trophies, Ruari 4th overall and first in M20 category picked up a handy cheque for 50,000 TWD. Stephen and I enjoyed being top of the tree for the M50 division. Alastair podiumed in M30 and Oliver podiumed in M20 despite his calamitous finish.



So, to reflect. As a team, we have had the most incredible day and indeed the most incredible week. Taipei and Hualien have provided us with amazing memories. A trip that has culminated in a wonderful world class event, but a trip that is much more than just that. An exciting adventure into a new culture. Sights, smells, sounds and flavours that have certainly invaded our senses! Of course we need to let the dust settle from the excitement of all this but I suspect a few of us will be coming back for more.

The event itself is epic. Totally unique. A challenge to complete and an opportunity to share the challenge with top riders that I certainly haven’t found anywhere else in the world of cycling. I can’t recommend this event highly enough. However long your cycling bucket list might be, this has to be on it. Well organised, spectacular and wonderful support from super friendly people. Hard to beat.

For me personally, ah, where do I start?! I’m proud, I’m relieved, I’m satisfied, I’m excited. So many things. This cycling journey that I’m on continues to deliver amazing emotions and experiences. I knew I was going well this year but to convert my fitness and abilities into a result in Taiwan makes me feel on top of the world. I keep surprising myself with what can be achieved and it make me very excited for the future too.

Last year in Taiwan was superb, this year though was even better. To share the experience with a team has been wonderful and I’m proud to be part of the team success.


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Taiwan KOM Challenge 2019 – 1 day to go



Tomorrow is race day! We’ve been based in Hualien, the host city for the event for the last 2 days. Some chilled out riding enjoying the local roads and relaxing in our very comfortable hotel. Almost time for action. First let me talk more about the event itself and how it’s evolved into a major bucket list bike event in recent years.

The first edition of the Taiwan KOM Challenge took place in 2012. A 105km race, almost entirely uphill, from sea level near Hualien on Taiwan’s east coast up to the Wuling Pass at 3275m. A race open to anyone, pros and amateurs alike. A climb that takes the rider up the length of the Taroko Gorge, Taiwan’s most visited geographical feature. A spectacular, vertiginous gorge lined with sheer limestone cliffs.


The event has grown in stature and now easily sells out it’s 750 places. The field comprises of current pro cyclists chasing the 500,000 Taiwanese dollars on offer to the leading man and woman. Past winners include Vincenzo Nibali, Emma Pooley and specialist hill climbers like Jon Ebson. This year multiple World Champion Marianne Vos is on the start line with her CCC team as well as male pros from teams Katusha, Astana and EF.

For amateur wannabe’s like myself and the rest of our Alpine Cadence team this is a unique opportunity. No pens or separation at the start. Every one starts together, you stay with the pro riders for as long as you think you are able. That could be a couple of kilometres for some or about 65kms in my case last year when the ‘elastic’ between the top guys and me finally snapped.


The climb itself is varied. The first 18km is neutralised and flat. 35 minutes of riding north along the coast from Hualien. A chance to warm up and contemplate. At Km 18 the course crosses the Taroko Bridge and shortly after the left turn at the end of it the commissaire’s car signals the start of the race proper.

End of Taroko Bridge last year, timing just about to start, me peeping out from behind the scooter, Oliver front middle


Km 18 – 37 is mainly ‘false flat’, gently up but nothing enough to split stronger riders. From KM 37 to KM 89 the gradients steepen, generally between 4-7%, in this section the peloton will split into it’s different fitness levels. KM 85-90 is a short descent followed by the big finale. The last 15kms is what this race is all about. That final 15kms ascends about 1100m but very unevenly. Plenty of gruesome gradients with lots of ramps in the 15-18% range. The final 1.4km is a sustained 11% and with the thinning air at 3275m will provide a very challenging finish.

Leaders Benjamin Dyball and John Ebson on one of the ramps in the closing stages in 2018

The men’s race is usually won in a time of about 3hours 25minutes from the Km 18 point, with the leading ladies about 25 minutes later. For my level it’s almost a 4 hour effort. 4 hours of hard work. With the exception of the short descent there’s no let up. This is a hard thing to train for. When else can you go uphill for 4 hours?

Tomorrow we’ll all line up at 6am, at Chisingtan Beach, just north of Hualien. 20 degrees forecast for the morning and dry conditions.

Our team is well prepared. 3 nights in Hualien have given us a chance to ride locally and enjoy the town. 30kms on Tuesday, 75kms yesterday and another 30kms today will be just enough to keep the engine ticking over whilst staying fresh for our exploits tomorrow.


This afternoon we’ve just attended the pre race presentation in the hotel in which we’re staying. The top riders like Marianne Vos were called up and interviewed on stage and we were treated to a performance of local dancers. I don’t mind admitting that I’m getting nervous now, just like I always do. I couldn’t really be better prepared but I’m anxious and need to be on the bike, then I’ll be fine.


My preparation for this year’s event has been pretty simple, lots of mileage over the summer and turn up skinny in Taiwan! This season with all the trips I’ve guided around Europe I’ve been lucky to accumulate around 14000km of varied riding. Lots of climbing, 275,000m to be precise! The riding required for guiding trips is perfect training, lots of mileage, lots of lower intensity riding with occasional big efforts. As I learn more and more about cycling I realise more than ever that the long easy miles are crucial and really show in a rider’s performance.

I’m as light as I need to be, skinny but healthy. Cutting out most of the beers in the last few weeks and being a bit more careful with how much I eat has done the trick. I’ll be pigging out tomorrow night!

So as I put this blog to bed shortly followed by putting myself there, I really hope we have a fantastic experience tomorrow. We are a great team of riders and I desperately hope that after coming all this way each member of the team is able to convert their potential.

Go team and get the job done!

Taiwan 2019 – the build up to the KOM


As I write this we are on our team bus from Taipei, Taiwan’s capital to Hualien, host city for the Taiwan KOM Challenge. Last year Oliver and I came to participate in the event, this year we have a team of Alpine Cadence riders with us for a week long adventure culminating in the big event.

The event itself is now very much on the global cycling map. A unique race, almost entirely uphill from sea level all the way to Taiwan’s highest road pass, Wuling at 3275m. An epic and challenging 105km event attracting 700 riders ranging from top pros chasing the prize money on offer right down to plucky amateurs just trying to finish within the 6.5 hour cut off time.
Recent winners have included Vincenzo Nibali and Emma Pooley, this year’s start list will include the likes of multiple world champion Mariana Voss. There’s no other event we’ve come across yet where anyone who fancies the challenge can rock up and race against the best. Bring it on!
Oliver and I arrived in Taipei almost week ago to check out local roads and sights to see in the city. I really wanted to create a trip that would give our team of riders the best chance to do well in the KOM event but still sample a good dose of Taiwanese life and culture while we are here. Two days of riding in the Taipei area combined with city sightseeing, then on to Hualien for the 3 nights prior to the event with some gentle ‘tapering’ rides on the cards around that area.

a spectacular ‘BladeRunneresque’ skyline

Our 2 days in Taipei have been a great balance of superb riding and city sights. The riding North and West of the city is great, taking in the Yangmingshan National Park and over to the spectacular North Coast with it’s numerous beach’s and fishing ports. Each day we road 90/100kms with 1500/2000m climbing. These would be our biggest 2 days on the bike in the lead up to the event. Might as well remind the legs of what they’ll need to do at the end of the week and and exercise like that nicely overrides or at least distracts our bodies from jetlag issues. We quickly adjust!

Superb bike paths along the Keelung River

Those 2 rides went really well. The riding in the city is surprisingly good. A fantastic network of spacious bike paths along both sides of the Keelung River means hassle free, flat riding for as long as you need. Really quiet too, meaning that unlike some bike paths you can ride safely at a good speed. The city roads themselves are quite an experience. Dedicated lanes for bikes/scooters and a very clear and well organised system. Busy for sure but a real feeling of courtesy and respect from other road users and a safe and enjoyable experience. Once beyond the city perimeter we found ourselves in lush jungle almost immediately. Formosan Macaques would gives us some friendly company and very little traffic. Here and everywhere we would ride in the next few days the road surfaces were superb. Fast, low roll resistance tarmac everywhere, makes you feel good!

Watch out Duncan!

The North Coast provided fabulous ocean views and perfect friendly coffee stops. Wide roads and almost too good to be true quietness, lovely!



The selection of climbs we did varied hugely in their gradients, a bit of everything to keep us on our toes. Sometimes constant, sometimes rampy, no real trend to the roads apart from that were all great! The toughest section we dealt with was the 2kms at 11% up to Mount Datun that would give us a good simulation of what to expect in the latter stages of the KOM event.

Off the bike Taipei delivered too. Using the efficient metro system we visited to impressive Taipei 101, once the world’s tallest building. Chiang Kai-Shek Memorial Hall was a highlight too and a reminder of Taiwan’s recent history.


Eating in Taiwan is a joy! Shilin Night Market provided a fabulous and authentic local eating experience. To contrast that that we even treated ourselves to afternoon tea at the exclusive Taipei Grand Hotel to feel like celebrities for an hour or so!

Shilin Night Market
Grand Hotel Taipei

We leave Taipei with great memories, wonderful bike rides, plenty to see and do off the bike and great eating. Now time to head to the event.

Hualien is 180km down the east coast from Taipei. A spectacular 4 hour drive taking in wonderful views of the Pacific as we hug the dramatic, steep coastline in the second half of the trip.


On arrival in Hualien we’ll be checking into the modern and spacious Parkview Hotel, a very pleasant and comfortable environment for us in the lead up to Friday’s exploits. With a couple of fairly big days in our legs it’s time to take it easy. Any riding we do in the next 3 days will be shorter and not too much climbing. We want to enjoy the area that we are in and keep the legs turning but essential that we go into Friday’s event as fresh as we can.

The hotel is big and will accommodate the pre race presentation on Thursday and the top pro riders who are lining up for the event. Cool to be rubbing shoulders with the those guys as we line up for our extensive breakfast buffet.

Our Alpine Cadence Team is 9 strong. Oliver and I are doing the event for the second time after a very good experience last year. We are joined by 7 other riders all of whom have shared Alpine Cadence adventures with us in the past. Duncan Carrier (GBR), Alastair Roberts (GBR), Stephen Blackburn (AUS), Michael Barnes (USA), Ruari Grant (GBR), Peter Waldron (AUS) and Fenton Curley (IRL) all signing up with various aspirations and goals for the event. We’re a pretty strong bunch although I say it myself. With the generous dishing out of podium trophies for different age categories we stand a good chance of getting a bit of tangible reward in this event. Ruari is our best hope having won the prestigious Haute Route event 5 times including this year’s Haute Route Alps. Stephen is a rider with a huge amount of experience and could do very well in the 50 plus category. Alastair finished 8th in last year’s Haute Route Pyrenees too. All in all a strong bunch with hopefully no one troubled by cut off times at the back of the field.

Next blog will share more information as to the event itself and how we prepare in the last couple of days leading up to it.

See you soon!




Haute Route Ventoux Stage 3 ITT


Haute Route 3 day events always finish with a time trial and this was a big one! 22km up the Bédoin side of Ventoux. 1600m of climbing in one hit. Lots of wind at the top. The leading riders would be looking at about an hour and 10 minutes of anguish with the bulk of the field looking forward to something closer to a 2 hour experience.

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This would be just my second ever ascent of Ventoux from this classic side, my first in the Etape du Tour of 2009 was a disaster. Ventoux’s summit finish on that 174km stage destroyed me. I ended up having to walk some of the mid section in the forest, bad memories of a hill that needed replacing with good, new ones.

There was no pressure on me really. I was solidly established in 5th place overall. Louis-Paul Niemerich in 4th was 3 minutes up on me and Thomas Berger in 6th was about 5 minutes down. That meant it was unlikely that my position was going to change much. I had a healthy 6 minute lead over Liam in the over 50’s too so today was all about a well paced solid ride and not blowing up.

That pacing would be crucial. On Strava I was able to look at all the statistics and previous performances from my closest rivals on this climb and I knew it was a 75 minute effort for me in perfect conditions. High winds on the top half would stretch that out to 80 minutes. Most riders of my level get to know pretty accurately what they can sustain for 20 minutes and 60 minutes but an 80 minute threshold effort is more unusual. My 60 minute threshold is about 310 watts when I’m fresh and going well. An 80 minute effort with 2 big days in my legs meant I’d need to be very wary of capping my efforts to just under 300 watts for the early stages of the climb.

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As per usual we all started in reverse order of our position in the General Classification. 20 second intervals between each rider with 2 minute intervals reserved for the fastest 5 riders. Paul, James and Adrian were all on their way. I’m used to doing these events with the 20 second intervals and therefore having riders up the road to see and chase. This time though my 5th place overall had ‘earned’ me a 2 minute interval. A much more lonely experience.

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humble gradients to start with our end goal up above

Off I went and into the first 6kms of gentle climb. So tempting here to push too hard. This was where a power meter was really useful, regulating my effort at about 290 watts. I felt like I could go much harder but it would come back to bite me if I did, be disciplined and be patient. I knew I’d be losing time on this section to bigger, more powerful riders. Adrian for example, would take about 30 seconds out of me on this section. No point fighting physics though, lighter riders like me would get our reward on the next section!

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the tough, forested middle section of Ventoux

Around the left hander after about 6km and into the forest. The next 10kms up to Chalet Renard average 9% with no respite. Settle in, find a rhythm and try to occupy the mind with something! This section was the one with bad memories for me. Not a place to be with tired legs. Today was good though. My legs were good and all was functioning as planned. I scaled that section keeping a steady 290 watts. Sitting most of the time with little standing intervals to stretch the muscles a little. 40 minutes or so spent in that forest seemed to pass quickly. My 2 minute interval meant no overtaking or being overtaken, at least at this point.

As I got closer to Chalet Renard the wind began to blow. A chilly northerly that would be in our faces for much of the rest of this ride. Chalet Renard is 6.5km from the top. A change in gradient and environment. From this point on we’re into a desolate, exposed, treeless wasteland. Open to the wind. Slightly easier gradients to the forest section with an average of about 7% left to the top.

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Every time we tacked right following the contour of the mountain the wind was right in our faces, brutally strong. Every time you turned left there was shelter from the wind and even a bit of tailwind. This was a section where my speed would vary between 11 km/h and 26km/h on the same gradient, with the same power output!

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check the spikes in speed in the final 6kms, all down to the wind

There is strictly no drafting in time trials but I could see riders ahead huddling and sheltering like frozen penguins, a bit of drafting was inevitable in conditions like this. I was catching lots of riders now, but mostly ones much further down the GC than myself. It was sometimes tempting to get a few moments of shelter from each of them but I needed to get on. Keep the power on and get past them all. Of my rivals, I only managed to catch Liam with a couple of kms to go. Kevin, 2nd in GC, overtook me a few minutes later, he’d started 6 minutes after me so was on a good ride.

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My power numbers were still good, I’d paced it well. I had enough in the last km to empty the tank and forget my 300 watt ceiling. I finished strong albeit almost blown off the bike in the final ramp by the huge crosswind.

I finished in 1 hour 19 minutes. 7th place on the day and about 7 minutes off the winning time of Pierre Ruffault. Regardless of the result I was very happy with that performance. I’d averaged a steady 288 watts of output for those 79 minutes which gives me great confidence for my Taiwan KOM event coming up later this month. A little later I would discover that I’d taken more than 4 minutes out of Louis-Paul’s time so had managed to sneak up to 4th overall for the three days, a nice bonus. Roedi Weststrate had a return to form today finishing a minute ahead of me and fastest over 50 on the day.

Adrian, James and Paul all finished strongly and finished 19th, 57th and 78th respectively for the event. We got a few pics together at the top before escaping the ‘death zone’ at the top and getting back down to the welcome, warmer climes in Bédoin.

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My Haute Route year is now complete and what an experience it was. Alpe d’Huez, Pyrenees, Alps and Ventoux. A total of 20 days of racing. I’ve been so lucky, 20 great days where a combination of good luck, no mechanical problems and good decisions meant that I could totally fulfil my potential. The friendly battles I’ve had this summer with the likes of Louis-Paul Niemerich, Richard Scales, Roedi Weststrate and many others have been amazing and so much fun. Sharing the experience with so many Alpine Cadence riders has been incredible too, most notably Jon Bray and Adrian Beer who I’ve ridden neck and neck with on some fabulous days. Alpine Cadence really has felt like a team this year and I’ve loved every minute.

Thank you to everyone at Haute Route who has contributed to an amazing season. Haute Route continues to be a wonderful experience both for it’s sporting challenge and the great people it brings together.

Long may it continue!

Now my focus shifts to Taiwan! Lots of blogging to follow as I prepare with 11 other Alpine Cadence riders for that little jaunt!








Haute Route Ventoux Stage 2


Stage 2 was scheduled to be 133km and 3300m of climbing, a summit finish on Ventoux via Malaucène. I woke up feeling good and confident that my cramps from yesterday were due to race rustiness, today would be better and my legs would be happier. That was my plan at least.

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We were greeted to a stunning clear morning, less chilly than Stage 1, perfect conditions. Looking at the profile it didn’t look like there would be too much to split us up prior to Ventoux. Humble gradients most of the day and a potentially very fast course.

Out of Bedoin we were straight into the timed action after just 500m. The first part of the ride was a lot more settled than the previous day. No early attacks, the first few kilometres passed at a very smooth, stress free pace.

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The first ‘climb’ was the 20kms or so up the Gorges de la Nesque. Jaw dropping, beautiful scenery all the way, an absolute pleasure to ride. The early stages of this climb had already reduced the field to a lead group of about 60. James and Paul had just missed the cut. Adrian was comfortable near the front and I was ‘firmly relaxed’ somewhere in the middle. Nesque is what you’d call a power climb or even a false flat. Lots of 2, 3 and 4% gradients and nothing to tax us too much.


Adrian leads the field up the Gorges de la Nesque

Next we came across the charmingly named Col de l’Homme Mort. The meat of this climb was 5kms long with an average gradient of about 6%. Combined with the strong winds this had the potential to damage the group dynamic and it certainly did.

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In the run in to Homme Mort there was a break off the front from about 8 riders. I was a bit too far back to have seen it in time. The gap got big quickly. This needed to be chased down. Adrian came through to get the job done. He’s immensely strong on the flatter stuff and the ideal engine to get us back. He worked hard and I sat in on his wheel. I didn’t look back at this point but I suspect that this is where our group of 60 would have totally disintegrated.

A flick of the elbow from Adrian, the signal for another rider to help and come through. No one wanted to, or perhaps weren’t able to, Adrian and I were hungrier than the rest. As the road ramped up I took over from Adrian. We powered up the ramp and made good inroads on the break. 2 minutes later we were back. Our lead group was down to about 25 riders.

Off another break went. This time just 4 riders, 4 of the top guys in GC but missing Kevin, the leader who was still back with us. No one chased this time. The break would stick. I was happy where I was, no one in the break was a concern to me whereas a couple of my rivals had been in the prior one.

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Onto the main part of the Homme Mort. Really windy. Kevin needed to work on the front, he had a lot at stake. Nicolas Roux was there to help too, a super strong rider with pedigree. Riding as a Mavic ambassador. He and Kevin did the lion’s share of the work up that climb into a vicious wind. I hid behind them, constantly adjusting my position behind them to best exploit the sheltered enclave behind them.

Over the top and onto a magnificent and spectacular decent. As we’d crested we were down to a group of about 12. To ride with those 12 was a pleasure, the decent was fast and flowing and everybody knew what they were doing. We made good progress.

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Just a few lumps now in the 40km that remained to the foot of Ventoux. I grabbed a crucial bidon from Ben at Alpcycles at the top of Col d’Aires. I’d got enough drink to the finish and a quick pee on the descent with a welcome push from Dan Sims and my primary needs were accounted for! Peeing on the go is a fairly crucial skill if you want to do well in stuff like this. Not too much detail on that one but the main ingredients to do it well are a gentle straight descent and ideally another rider to push you along.

My legs felt good. I felt good. This was a fantastic bike ride. We were all riding well in a fabulous environment. Roedi and Liam my ‘more mature’ rivals were there but no sign of Richard Scales which seemed odd as he’s usually wherever I am!

Getting closer to Ventoux. The pace remains firm, it needs to be, especially for Kevin if he’s going to have a chance of hanging on to his overall lead over the 4 breakaway riders.

We arrive in Malaucène. I can’t wait to get my teeth into this thing. 21kms at 7.5%. Big. Our group of 12 is sure to smash to pieces here. Kevin goes hard straight away. He’s in a different league to me and the rest of us in that group. I’m happy to see him ride away. I’m not so happy to see Roedi chasing him. I put about 5 minutes into Roedi yesterday but really want to finish close to him to preserve that margin. I decide to go for it, I ride across the gap to an encouraging shout from Liam behind.

I got onto Roedi’s wheel and he’s going hard. Kevin is away now but Roedi seems to be on a mission. I’m just about ok on his wheel but the power figures I’m seeing are alarmingly high. I can’t see myself sustaining this to the top, if Roedi can then good luck to him. The pace eases a little. We find ourselves joined by Thomas a young Frenchman who pipped me by a few seconds yesterday.

It’s windy but helping us more often than not. I count down the km markers, 14, 13, 12 to go. Still seems a long way. Then I see a big red sign ahead, 5kms to the finish! We’d been alerted last night that if the wind was too strong at the top there was a contingency plan to finish 6kms shorter, at the little ski station. So my 11kms to the top had instantly turned into 5kms. That suited me down to the ground. I sensed Roedi starting to tire and we were just starting the steepest section of the climb with plenty of double figure percentage gradients to keep us busy.

I put the hammer down and rode away from Roedi, I think he was spent and didn’t follow. I felt good and I knew I could sustain a decent effort over the last 15/20 minutes left. I was out of sight of Roedi really quickly. Up ahead I could see Louis Paul, one of the earlier breakaway riders. He was struggling. His efforts to stay away were taking their toll now. I rode past him and uttered a few encouraging words and asked him if he needed a gel or anything. He was ok, just spent. I rode on and felt stronger and stronger. Maybe there might be another straggler from the break that I’d catch. I didn’t catch anyone else but I rode fast to the finish churning a nice big gear in the final, flatter kilometre.

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Over the line and very content. 5th on the day and plenty of time put into my usual rivals. Up to 5th in the GC and really happy with how my legs had performed on the day. This sort of a ride was a good indicator for Taiwan in three weeks’ time. I’m looking forward to that now more than ever before.

Great results too from Adrian in 19th, James 52nd and Paul 74th. Tomorrow we round of the event with a time trial up the classic Bedoin side of Ventoux. 22kms of pain remaining and hopefully about 80 minutes of effort. We’ll see!












Haute Route Ventoux Stage 1


Here we go again! Another Haute Route adventure in beautiful Provence. Haute Route Ventoux is a 3 day stage race with 2 full length road races followed by a time trial on the final day. Each day would scale Mont Ventoux taking in the three classic ways up this iconic beast.

For me this would be just my second visit to Ventoux. My first experience of it in the Etape du Tour of 2009 was pretty disastrous so I had a big score to settle with this hill. 3 days here was going to be a fantastic experience, shared with Adrian Beer, Paul Martin and James Richens. Regular Alpine Cadence riders and great guys to be with.

This event would also be a perfect training block in my preparation for the Taiwan KOM in 3 weeks. 4/5 hour stages culminating with tough summit finishes would replicate Taiwan’s course really well and the physical demands required.

As I arrived in Bedoin, the host town for this event, I discovered some of the other riders who were registered. Roedi Weststrate, Richard Scales and Liam McCrory were all here. They are all in my over 50 category, my ‘race within the race’. Roedi had well and truly beaten me in the Pyrenees this year, Richard and I had enjoyed numerous neck and neck battles over the summer and although I’d never raced against Liam, I knew he was good! This was going to be fun!

Stage 1 was a 114km ride culminating with the ‘easy’ way up Ventoux from Sault. A couple of climbs would keep us busy prior to Ventoux, most notably La Liguière with its 9.5km at an average gradient of just over 6%.

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A chilly start for us in Bedoin. We assembled at the start with Ventoux and it’s famous tower looming over us and waiting for our arrival 4 hours later. We had 1.5km of neutralised riding before the timing started just out of town. Quite surreal to be just behind the commissaire’s car with Frank Schleck right next to me, Stage winner and on the overall podium in the TDF. He was there to ride with his guests in his cycling enterprise.

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As the flag went down the pace inevitably went up. Straight away there were attacks. I went with the first one but we were all reeled in within a minute. A few minutes later 3 riders get away, I’m too far back and miss it. Maybe they’ll stay away. They get 10 minutes of glory but are reeled in by the rest of us before we head up the first climb.

By the time we start climbing it’s been a busy start to the day, attacks and chases but all together now, or at least 80 or so of us from the original 270 starters. The first climbs of the day are not steep by any means but are ridden briskly enough by the leaders to whittle down the field. Adrian and myself find ourselves in a lead group of about 25 riders as we crest the Trois Termes. There’s no one in sight behind us. The main selection of the day has happened.

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We forge ahead together through some beautiful Provençale country. The pace is firm but I get enough chance to glance at the gorgeous place that we’re are toiling in. I know that 66km into the ride the La Liguière climb will start to shake up our group of 25. If I can just get to that point with this group I’ll be happy, then our different fitness levels can manifest themselves.

There’s a fairly slow speed crash just ahead of me, 4 riders down, I get round it and the pace eases as we let the crash victims get back on board.

50kms in, our 25 splits. I don’t know how I miss it but I find myself in a second, sub group with a dozen riders up the road, including Adrian. I’m annoyed, I haven’t paid attention, I should have been nearer the front. I chase and do most of the work on the front of our second group. I’m angry. I should be sitting in behind the leaders, not hauling these other guys along the road.

We get to the foot of the La Liguière. Maybe a minute behind the leading group. As soon as the road ramps up I drop my chain. I’ve had niggling gear issues all morning but this is a disaster. I haven’t dropped a chain for about 2 years and what a time to do it now! Now I’m really pissed off. I can sometimes get a chain back on on the go but not this time. Off the bike and get it back on. Probably cost me 20 seconds but felt like an eternity. I ride on seeing my people that I’ve towed for the last 10 minutes all up the road. When shit happens the adrenaline flows. My adrenaline spiked and I was back on board with the group very quickly. It was splitting already. Richard and Roedi were away. It took me a bit longer to reel them in but I did.

I carried onto the top with those two and started to feel happier. Roedi is an immensely strong rider. Being near him in a race is a pretty good indicator that things are ok. The lead group was out of sight but as we crested the top and started down the other side we swamped 3 riders including Liam who had been spat out by the leaders so we were now a second group of 6 riders with an estimated 8 riders up ahead.


As we approached Sault I started to assess how I was. I was happier and in an ok place in the race. I was still frustrated at not being with the lead 8 as I knew a couple of riders there that I was more or less the same level as. Anyway, it is what it is, things are not too bad…..apart from my legs.

Maybe it’s the fairly long lay off from racing, about 5 weeks since the Haute Route Alps. My legs were cramping, not badly, but the signs were there. All my efforts that morning were taking there toll, all the on and offs, my legs were not happy. I needed to show them a bit of respect or I was going to be in deep trouble.

The first few kms out of Sault rise up gently and no one seemed keen to push things too much. This was a perfect environment for my legs to recover. I started to be more and more hopeful that I’d get through the cramp. My ‘race within the race’ old boys were all there. Roedi, Liam, Richard and myself all together and poised for a good battle at the top.

The whole climb of Ventoux from Sault is about 25kms long but the only tough bit was the last 6.5km from Chalet Renard to the top. An average of about 8% and I would need good legs there.

As we approached Chalet Renard I was surprised to see Roedi fall off the back of our group, we were down to 5. Into the last section and Mont Ventoux lived up to it’s name with some strong headwinds every time we swung round to the right. Nobody wanted the front. Everybody wanted to hide. I still had twinges of cramp but otherwise I was feeling pretty strong. As we got closer to the finish I fancied my chances of beating the rest in my group. I’ve got a decent kick on me and it was just a question of when to go.

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I have no idea how the others are feeling, are they tired, are they plotting their own attack? 2 kms out I push ahead, my 275 watts goes up to about 375 watts for about 10 seconds, a bit of a tester, I look back and they are still there. Oh, now I’ve shown my hand! Still feeling good. When I crank up the power I can hide it well, I stay seated and the onlooker doesn’t see much change. Some riders will go into a completely different mode and body language when they attack but I think I hide things well.

700m out (or so I thought) and I go again, this time it’s to the finish. I look back and I’ve gapped my rivals. No one on my wheel. Now I’ve got to sustain it. My maths is wrong and the finish is further than I thought. This will look pretty stupid if I get pulled back in through mistiming this. I hold on better than expected and finished strong up the steep final ramp.

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Very happy to finish that one. 6th on the day and taking a few seconds out of my old man rivals. All in all a good day although it didn’t always look like it would turn out that way.

Adrian finished well in 23rd, James 64th and Paul 105th.

We enjoyed a fast descent back to Bédoin and then a welcome massage and lunch. Even a chance to console Mr Schleck who couldn’t keep up with us today!


Tomorrow is longer, 133km. Finishing up Ventoux from Malaucène. Time to sleep!