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It’s a fresh Spring morning and the only thing troubling the sky is the welcome return of the aircraft contrails, it’s going to be a good day. It’s going to be an even better day for a big bike ride.

Half way up the Rhigos, on a Rhigos, it was clear that the bike is aptly named. Verenti are a company without a back story, the decades of racing history that many of their competitors can draw on. This bike isn't a Galibier or a Mortirolo, with all the memories that those sinews of tarmac can evoke, but it is a proper bike for the hills nonetheless, and a homegrown one too, designed for these shores. The Rhigos is a proper climb, not the longest or the steepest but a challenge and a rewarding one; you might call it good value and that's certainly what you get with the bike.

Long Audax rides, I've discovered, are pretty much everything I like about riding on the road. There's cake, for a start. Lots of cake. And there's the camaraderie of a mass start and a big group ride, and plenty of easy miles sitting in a bunch and chatting. Until you stop for cake. And there's a maximum speed as well as a minimum one, which makes me feel like I'm doing everyone a favour by not going too quickly.

This is it: the final test. Shakespeare Avenue rises steeply from the Bear Flat, too steeply for the gear I'm running. It's not long but the race has been, an hour in and the legs are beginning to really hurt: I'm digging deep but the entrance to Alexandra Park seems impossibly distant, even though in reality it's a couple of hundred yards. It's just Jez and me: If I can make it to the top then It's three laps of the park and a sprint, and I reckon I can find the legs for that. If I can make it to the top.