I have to admit, I can be a bit of a cynic at times. Not that there’s anything wrong in that, you’re rarely disappointed if you’re always expecting the worst. So with that attitude I went to bed on Saturday night, just a few hours ahead of a 5am alarm call for Ride London.
There was no way the organisers could get 20,000 cyclists in to and out of the Olympic park on time. Locals on the route (own up that person in Dorking who rang a national radio show to claim the roads had been closed since the previous Wednesday) wouldn’t support an event that closed the roads for half the day, and the huge discrepency in rider’s ability would cause mayhem on the route itself.
So it was with an enourmous smile on my face that I rode the brilliant final kilometres (see my story on page six) in to central London after one of my best days out on a bike.
Organisation was spot on, riding ability was surprisingly high for such a large number of people, and support along the route was inspirational.
There is something truly special about riding on closed roads, and there’s something even more special about being cheered through towns by hundreds of spectators.
All the events of Ride London were a resounding success, and crucially an Olympic legacy success story. I’ll be one of the first to enter the ballot for next year’s event.
This article was first published in the August 08 issue of Cycling Weekly. Read Cycling Weekly magazine on the day of release where ever you are in the world International digital edition, UK digital edition. And if you like us, rate us!