martes, 20 de septiembre de 2022

Collada Fancuaya. Solo Non-Stop. Climbed from the right side

Collada Fancuaya was the final climb in stage 8 of La Vuelta 2022 (27/Aug/2022). Jay Vine won that stage.

Not later than a week after the La Vuelta route was announced I went to climb it as I didn't know the climb and it is close to my place in Asturias. This was that ride in Strava

Two months later, in February this year, I went back. I wanted to know the climb well as I thought it could play an important role at La Vuelta. I improved my time up the climb this second time. Nothing impressive, especially considering this second time I was riding with a couple of strong riders. This is that ride in Strava

Imagine what was my surprise and disappointment when watching that stage on TV I realized the riders were climbing following a different route. The last 4km were the same I had climbed twice, but the first 6km were following a completely different route.  A road I didn't know and, to make things worse, a road that looked amazingly beautiful.

I know my image as a Road Captain is already damaged but in this case I have to say it wasn't my fault. La Vuelta didn't publish an official track so I followed what seemed to be the most popular way to climb it in Strava.

Anyway. Today was the day to correct that mistake (not mine, I insist). 

Even if I was correcting a mistake I was able to make a few more. You see that collection of PRs at the beginning of the ride?

Yes. That's the typical rookie mistake of starting a bit too hard. In my defense I could argue I had tail wind and it would be true. But looking at my power for those segments it is still true I started a bit too hard. I’m now blaming the coffee I had after lunch. A proper cyclist should have a good repertoire of excuses. As you can see mine is excellent.

In any case I can confirm climbing from this side is way more beautiful. The road has no cars, goes up a close valley full of leafy chestnut forests. A climb to add to the to-do list for the next time Kingston Wheelers visit Asturias.

What I failed to appreciate watching the pros on TV is that this side was also harder. I honestly was expecting it to be easier. It looked easy for the pros!! It wasn’t easy for me. 

Yeah. I have to admit I haven’t had a look at the profile. No wonder I was surprised by a 800m ramp at 15%, soon followed by another 600m at 16% and before I had recovered followed by another one of 300m at 17%. By then the caffeine effect had disappeared and I entered survival mode.

Luckily for me, soon I got to Yernes. A tiny village half way up the climb. From that point I knew the rest of the climb. That was good news… if I had the legs to take advantage of it, which I didn’t.

You can picture me now surprised when I see in Strava I did a PR (2:09 faster) for that section ( numbers are not that great so I’m afraid I’ll have to put it down in the wind assisted PRs. 

That was pretty much all. It was getting late. A quick picture at the top of the climb and settled for a steady pace to get me home. 

I was tired so my efforts at Fuejo and Escamplero were not what I was imagining when I started the ride (I was fantasizing with a PR at Escamplero) but I still managed to get home a good 30 minutes before it got dark.

Not bad for an improvised ride.

The ride in Strava:

Take care

Javier Arias González

domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2022

"Proper, steady K2 ride to Henley"

Well, this was my (rather short) career as road captain finished.

For some time I have been in the search of what type of cyclist I am. Now that it is clear that I’m not a sprinter (a climber was always out of the question). 

Last few months I was convinced that I was a Road Captain. Even if some of my “riding mates” (I won’t name and shame, you know who you are) were very fast highlighting the many reasons why I was not a good Road Captain. What do they know?!? 

That was until today. I’m not in search of a cycling personality. Road Captain is out of the question. Let me give you the details.

I posted in the Kingston Wheelers forum a club ride for today. 128km, 837m of climbing. Short and flat ( “Proper, steady K2 ride to Henley”. That’s how it started.

How did it go? Look, even before we started to ride it was decided we were not stopping at Henley. We were going to stop at Twyford instead. That was my leadership destroyed before the first pedal stroke. 

I still felt optimistic. 8 riders showed up. That is way more popular than when any of my “riding mates” propose club rides. A clear endorsement to my Road Captain skills.

I even surprised everyone with a first long turn at the front. Long enough to be worthy of outloud praise by one of my “riding mates”. To be fair it was probably the longest turn I have done in my whole cycling career.

But that was it. As soon as I moved from the front the “Proper, steady K2” description of the pace failed to be accurate. And that is a very polite way of putting it. 

I don’t take any responsibility though. It was clearly not my fault. It was everyone else’s fault. They were all very strong riders. You see that collection of PRs? You can be sure it was my merit.

My leadership was clearly questioned but I still found comfort in the fact that I was mastering the navigation asped of the road captainship. I even suggested a detour to avoid a big queue of cars. Not everything was lost.

A shame that a few kilometers later, at Walton-on Thames, I saw the group turning left when the route was going straight. I shouted and shouted but no one listened, or cared. It turns out that was another detour to avoid a couple of traffic lights. 

By then even the most optimistic Javier was convinced that the Road Captain career had come to an end. Time to improvise. Quickly.

So I fell back to being a sprinter. It was genius. The final sprint was approaching. It is a sprint where almost no one knows where the line is. I avoided the front like the plague and got ready to celebrate my comeback as a sprinter.

The problem was that Ed, a pure climber, and Rupert, a very dangerous competitor, got away and managed to get a decent gap. A big and scary gap. 

The group caught Rupert (some excuses about cramping were heard) but Ed, a pure climber, ended up taking the final sprint. 

It was clearly not my fault. It was everyone else’s fault. Ed and Rupert’s attack was a bit cheeky, the rest of the group was stuck in traffic. Dani did a monster turn at the front but didn’t manage to close the gap to Ed, even if he was riding super strong all day, a clear example of energy misuse. The rest of the group didn’t contribute to the chase, had they contributed we would have caught him before we got stopped by a red traffic light. 

I repeat. Ed, a pure climber, ended up taking the final sprint.

Not a road captain. Losing a sprint to Ed. Time to retire from cycling. 

Looking at how well I took responsibility for what happened during the ride I decided I have a better future as a politician.

Vote for me. You’ll be disappointed.

The ride in Strava:

Take care

Javier Arias González 

sábado, 10 de septiembre de 2022

Back For Breakfast first experience. This is torture


The Back For Breakfast gang torturing me

Back For Breakfast is the ride for those who have a life beyond cycling and can’t go on a long ride on Saturday mornings. I pretended to have a life and joined them for the first time today to see what these rides were all about. 

Well, they are turture. They are all about having fun torturing Javier. And not only because of the uncivilized start time.

Look at the start time of the ride. That’s not me being rubbish with technology. It could have been, but it is not. That’s the real start time of the ride!!

I’ll be quick to admit the ride is very well organized. The organizer publishes in the KW forum the route, the rules ( “Participants are expected to take turns on the front”) and a detailed report of the segments everyone is going to sprint for. 

That doesn’t work for me. Too fair. How on earth am I going to take any sprint if I have to do some work on the front and everyone knows what we are sprinting for!

Getting me to start that early in the morning and demoralized were only the first couple of twists at the turture rack. The third was the route. Yes, there was a gps track. Yes, I had it loaded in my Garmin. Yes, we were riding on local roads. No, I had no idea where I was the first half of the ride. 

Being lost meant I had no idea when the first climb was to come and when it came it took me by surprise. I pushed hard and I thought I have done really well. A shame the “official report” (yes, there is an official report of the ride that apparently people believe more than my report…) mentioned I lost my third place in the last meters of the climb. Out of the podium just because everyone but me knows where the line is. Let’s tighten a bit more the turture rack.

The good news was that eventually I recognised the roads and I knew where I was. We were approaching Juniper Hill. A hill I like, a hill I was prepared for, a hill I was looking forward to.

Less than three seconds (yes, three seconds) into the climb Marek and Adam attacked and opened a gap so big that it was clear the rest would sprint for third. 

I was well positioned and feeling well. The ramp half way up the climb came and Rupert attacked it, moved to the front and I jumped on his wheel. 

That was a genius move by me. Rupert is one of the strongest riders, if he is at the front the second half and I’m on his wheel I’ll have a chance.

The problem was that at some point Rupert flicked his elbow and I felt compelled to move to the front. Not exactly the position you want to be if you want to sprint on the last ramp.

In fact I didn’t even make it to the last ramp. Way before it I was out of breath, flicked my elbow and in seconds I was passed by half the group. By the time I made it to the top I felt like they had executed me following the Blood Eagle ritual. Google images of it if you want to know what I mean. Wikipedia says something like getting the ribs severed from the spine with a sharp tool, and lungs pulled through the opening to create a pair of "wings". Sounds pretty accurate to me.

Played it safe at the Horton roundabouts as the roads were web and slippery. Still I found myself well positioned for the sprint. Harry and Rupert in front of me and conscious of having Tobias somewhere behind. I was excited and worried at the same time. Excited because I was well positioned coming into the last roundabout. Worried because I knew I didn’t have much in the legs. Luckily for me a car forced us to stop at the last roundabout and that gave me the excuse to call the sprint off. That was the last twist at the torture rack. I’m now left with an eternal doubt.

I got home and it wasn’t even 8:30am. My legs were in pieces. Carmen asked from upstairs how the ride was.  


The ride in Strava: 

Take care

Javier Arias González

lunes, 22 de agosto de 2022

Taxa with the Psychopath Anonymous

Not flat endurance ride (

Riding all day at what I'd describe as a slow cooking pace. 

That pace is not slow but it is not super fast either. A pace that feels sustainable for ages, still a strong pace. 

A pace that kept the three of us together in the climb to Taxa but left me with a feeling of I have spent a bit too much.

A pace at which aero counts. And that means that I wasn't the cleveres of the group putting on my rain jacket for the descent. I felt like riding with an open parachute all the way to the coffee stop.

A coffee stop that got me having a coffee because I knew the slow cooking pace was getting me. 

A coffee that gave me enough energy to attack the Escamplero full of energy. I went for a PB. 

Only to blow in pieces less than 1km from the top. Slow cooking pace took a bit less than 130km to have me done. 

And the two psychopaths I was riding with kept the pace all the way to the top. 45 seconds faster than me in less than a kilometer. 

With my pride wounded I attacked every single ramp from there. 

Just fireworks though. The psychopaths kept the pace and by the time we finished I was completely cooked. 

Mr. "Endurance is my game", less than a month of declaring himself in the form of his life (, ten days after finishing LEL ( slow cooked by a couple of Asturian psychopaths.

I think I'm going to declare myself a sprinter when I'm in Asturias.

Those Asturians are up for a rude awakening :-)

The ride in Strava:

Take care

Javier Arias González

sábado, 6 de agosto de 2022

I am in the form of my life

Not meaning to brag here just documenting how happy I am with my form.

Last time I told myself I was in the form of my life was in the summer of 2018. That was four years ago!

At the end of August 2018 I had a bike accident that put a stop to the joy of feeling in top form. 

Starting a new job in October 2018. Traveling to Bath on a weekly basis and being very busy meant I didn’t recover my level in the summer of 2019.  

Then covid came, with it the first lockdown and I hitted a new low in August 2020. It took me a whole year to recover from that low level. Still didn’t make it to the level I had in August 2018. I was close but not quite there.

Another year of patiently training and I can now say I am now in better form than I was in the summer of 2018. I’m in the best form of my life!

How do I know? 

In the last month I managed to get significant performances (for my level) in several climbs we ride fairly often. 

2nd of July. In a LW-Brighton-LW ride 

I did 6:10 up Ditchling Beacon ( That is not a great time but that was a windy day. The reason I think it was significant is because that was my second fastest time up Ditchling Beacon and I dropped Ed Saintier in that climb. My PR (5:46) for that climb is from 15th of June 2018 in a ride I specifically targeted the PR in that climb (

7th of July. In a KW 2 Hills Thursdays evening ride 

I improved my PR up Effingham by 15 seconds ( and I did 6:31 up to Juniper ( 4 seconds short of my PR of 6:27. 

10th of July. In a ride to Tanhouse

I improved my PR up Combe Lane by 5 seconds ( my new PR was 4:48. It took me four years to improve that PR! 

On the 3rd of June 2018 I did a PR with 5:30 ( and on the 9th of June 2018 I improved it 37 seconds, my new PR was 4:53 ( 

21st of July. In a KW 2 Hills Thursdays evening ride 

I improved again my PR up Effingham by an additional 20 seconds two weeks later (  and I did up Juniper 6:29 ( 2 seconds short of my PR. 

23rd of July. In a ride to Lasham

I did 3:01 up Herriard Steep (, 2:41 in the segment Pot to Brockham (, 1:07 at White Hill (Official) (, 1:05 at crondall Lane last Farnham climb ( and 3:13 at Just the Climb ( All PRs in the second half of the ride. 

And then came the glorious weekend. The confirmation that I was in the form of my life.

30th of July. In a ride to Sumners Ponds

I did 5:11 up Hound House Road new PR for me. Interestingly I wasn’t sitting on anyone’s wheel. For most of the climb I was riding parallel to Ed Francis.

31st of July. In a ride to Milk Churn

New PR, 4:40, going up Combe Lane ( and I wasn’t sitting on anyone’s wheel either, I rode the climb solo. 

Juniper, Effingham, Combe Lane and Hound House Road are climbs we ride very, very often. To get good times in all of them in the space of a month can only mean that replacing August 2018, July 2022 is now the month I’ve been in the best form of my life. 

A month too late as I was supposed to be peaking at the beginning of July in preparation for the Maratona but excellent timing for LEL2022 as it starts the 7th of August.

Take care

Javier Arias González

domingo, 31 de julio de 2022

Kingston Wheelers' Saturday Gang as female pro-riders

In today’s ride The Pope suggested the idea of equating members of the Saturday Gang to female pro riders and we started playing with that concept.

Ed would be Annemiek van Vleuten (

I would be Elisa Longo Borghini (

Bidders would be Ellen van Dijk, that’s an obvious one.

I think we settled on GC Dennis being Kasia Niewiadoma because he is always there.

Willo suggested he would be Anna van der Breggen because she is retired but looking at how well he rode today I’m tempted to give that one to Luca.

I suggested Dai would be Cecilie Uttrup Ludwig but The Pope didn’t like that one and he suggested someone else. The problem is my after-ride siesta deleted any memory from my brain (that’s the reason why my ride reports are half invented) and I can’t remember who he was suggesting. Was it Lotte Kopecky or was it Elisa Balsamo?

The problem was I already hit the extent of my female pro-peloton knowledge (don’t tell my employers because they think I’m a walking cycling encyclopedia that can restart a computer).

My options were to either kick people out of the Saturday Gang (how the hell we got to such a big group) or I get educated on the topic rather quickly. The latter seems unlikely and the former a bit too rude, even for me. 

A third option occurred to me in a moment of lucid genius. I sent a similar version of the Saturday’s Gang WhatsApp group and the group continued the fun while I was taking notes. 

Let’s start saying that The Pope confirmed that Dai was Elisa Balsamo. Which has to mean that Rupert is Lotte Kopecky.

Bennett was quickly assigned to Victoria Pendleton. Not sure why. I actually had to google who she is (that shows that I’m not a walking cycling encyclopedia). Didn’t really matter, even after my search I couldn’t figure out why but I won’t challenge it. Bennett is Victoria Pendleton. Happy to hear your hypothesis of why?

He had hesitation with Leishman. We were looking for a “femme with sculptured calfs”. That was a relationship too hard to make so we went for making it a bit easier for ourselves and looked for an age relationship. Marianne Vos immediately was mentioned. Beryl Burton too (I knew who Beryl Burton was, in case you were wondering). I think we should settle for Vos though.

Finally T-Y was assigned to Cecilie Uttrup Ludwig. “That balletic dance on the pedals” was the reason. But I kind of challenge that. 

I think I should be Cecilie Uttrup Ludwig!

Did you watch the Tour de France Femmes stage 7? Did you see how she sat in Kasia Niewiadoma’s wheel all the way up to Gand Ballon only to outsprint her to the line? If we all agree that Denis is Kasia Niewiadoma then I must be Cecilie Uttrup Ludwig.

But wait, wait. There is one more key reason why I must be Cecilie Uttrup Ludwig. 

We share the same ride report telling style. Just watch her report of Ronde van Vlaanderen 2019 

I rest my case.

You can follow me for more in-depth knowledge of pro-cycling, male or female.

The ride in Strava:

Take care 

Javier Arias González

domingo, 24 de julio de 2022

I want my money back

A rant ahead, be warned.

GC Denis had put up the ride as “K1.5 to Windsor via Twyford - just under 100km”

The start of the ride was at Old Kings Head (OKH) instead of the traditional Sunday club starting point at Laithwaite’s (LW) . A cheeky way of confusing me and making me late. Even worse, to make me ride 5 extra kilometers and getting me even more tired than I was feeling when I jumped on the bike.

The post said “just under 100km” and my ride was 111 kilometers.

As close as Hampton Court, Denis got lost.

The coffee stop at Twyford was closed. So we had to ride 5 extra kilometers to get coffee at Wargrave. Did I mention I was tired? Well, by the time we made it to Twyford I was also hungry and craving for coffee. 

Is this enough to ask for my money back?

Wait there is more.

The ride was K1.5. A code for “let’s ride as fast as we can while pretending we are friends”. Richard L. has signed up for it and I was happy about it. He would bring some sense to the pace. Sense that I really needed because, as you know, I was feeling really tired.

In the morning I learnt Richard L. was not coming. At the start point (OKH, don’t get confused) I learnt Ed van der Poel was joining the ride. Forget about any sense in the pace. I almost cried there and then. I was so tired!

And then there was the wind…

Look it is ok to order wind for a ride you organize but when one does that you order head wind on the way out and nice tail wind on the way back. What did we get today? Wind all over the place all day. To make things worse Denis is so aero that you don’t get any benefit drafting him. I had to constantly pay attention and make sure I was sitting behind Ed van der Poel to get some cover.

Of course that is a challenge in itself. Imagine yourself having to pass any van der Poel to give him a turn in the front. You need an effort that will make lactic acid come out of your eyes. And I was tired!!

Can I please get my money back?

It’s only fair. What kind of experience did I get?

Denis took the sprints at Twyford, Wargrave and Drift rd. Let that sink for a minute. 

One joins a club run hoping to have a good experience and “GC” Denis takes three sprints. I didn’t pay to ride with someone that is transforming himself into another Pogacar.

To make my experience more miserable at some point we passed a group of Kingston Wheelers. They were riding at what looked like a K3 pace (Club pace for those not initiated). They looked so relaxed, so chatty, they were even smiling. 

I felt ride envy. That was the experience I could have had and instead of that I was hanging at the back of the trio for my dare life. Things were getting hot because we were getting close to the final sprint.

As always I did everything well. In the last meters I was sitting on Ed’s wheel and had Denis sitting on mine. I was paying attention to a potential attack from Ed from the front, something you always have to have in mind when you have a van der Poel in the front. I was also paying attention to a potential attack from Denis, now that I considered him a sprinter I had to take him into account.

At the right point I attacked…

And none of them contested the sprint.

If we are sprinting we are all sprinting. If we don’t sprint none of us sprints. Me sprinting WHEN I WAS ON TIRED LEGS and no one else sprinting is a terrible experience.


I’m going to report Denis to the committee for terrible road captain performance. I’m pretty sure he is going to be banned from organizing Kingston Wheelers rides for a few weeks. He’ll be missed but I hope when he is back he has reflected on his sins (and stops taking sprints).

The ride in Strava:

Take care

Javier Arias González

sábado, 23 de julio de 2022

What does it take?

What does it take to keep up with Ed van der Poel, Seb and Denis?

Cheating. Let’s be clear about it.

I’ll start from the very beginning, bear with me because this is going to be a long one. 

Knowing the ride was going to be challenging, I had dinner with plenty of boiled potatoes. Lets get some carbs in the body.

Went to bed at 10pm. Making sure I had a good 9 hours sleep night. 

Porridge for breakfast. More carbohydrates to the body. 

And a coffee. That was the first cheat of the day. I was so scared that I felt the need of a coffee!

When I jumped on the bike I didn’t feel fresh. Not that I was tired but I definitely wasn’t fully recovered from Thursday’s ride (

The Pope sent a message saying he couldn’t ride today giving some half baked excuse. From Old Kings Head to Hampton court it was just three of us. I spent the whole time trying to decide if being three was better for me than being four. I certainly would have preferred The Pope joining us but the question was what was better for my performance. 

A theoretical question because I didn’t have any intention of taking my fair share of turns in the front anyway, but still an interesting, theoretical, I insist, question.

Did you notice that I said I didn’t have any intention to do my fair share of work in the front? That was the second cheat. It is just part of what it takes.

But there is more…

From the start of the ride I made sure I was in 50 grs of Carbohydrates per hour. One gel at o’clock, one sip to energy drink at quarter past, another gel at half past, another sip to the energy drink at quarter to. Keep doing that for the whole ride. 

Eating is cheating, they say. Now, if I had a coach it would be a coach proud of how disciplined I was. As precise as a clockwatch. Anyone paying attention could know the exact time of the day just observing what I was eating or drinking.

Fourth cheat was a gel with caffeine. 75grs of caffeine. Delivered to the blood about half an hour before the “climb”. The only “official” “climb” we had today. 

I went for it. Full of caffeine powered confidence. Only to see Seb attacking me. Because that wasn’t him moving to the front to give me a rest, in my mind that was him attacking me. I sprinted to close the gap (see the image). As soon as I got on Seb’s wheel he started to open a gap. Slowly but surely. One of those painful gaps that keep growing and growing slowly and you can’t do anything about it. Seb ended up doing to me what Rupert also did to me on Thursday. I was smashed up the hill.

I’m kind of getting used to it. Kind of because I wasn’t happy about it…

So I cheated a bit more and had a latte at the Lasham gliding club. 

Big mistake. Overexcited with so much caffeine in my body I started the second half of the ride a bit too excited. Big, big mistake because me pushing the pace woke up Ed van del Poel, Denis and Sebas and after a few minutes of believing I was invincible I found myself at the back of the group thinking the pace was a bit too hard. 

If I had a coach it wouldn’t be a proud coach anymore. That’s precisely why I don’t have a coach.

What did I do when I found myself at the back of the group thinking the pace is a bit too hard for me?

Cheated again and my next gel had another 75grs of caffeine. By that moment WADA probably had my name in one of their lists.

Unfortunately it was a bit of a wasted move, a few kilometers later, 20km from the finish, Ed van del Poel got a puncture in his front wheel. When we stopped, a “Thank God” expression came out of my mouth. The caffeine gel was wasted but I welcomed the opportunity to rest.

And had plenty of time. For reasons I can’t explain, it took four cyclists, an inconfesable number of inner tubes, an embarrassing number of co2 canisters and the usage of two different pumps to repair a front wheel puncture in only 34 minutes. As said, plenty of welcomed time to recover.

To secure my victory at the final sprint I cheated just one more time (I have to confess that once you start cheating it is a slippery slope). Do you remember I didn’t have any intention to do my fair share of work in the front? 

Well, with 20km to go, I took my share as close to 0 as possible. Time to show my excellent racing kraft. 

A perfect execution. That’s the only fair way to classify my positioning as we were approaching the final sprint. Denis did the first long turn at the front. Seb, Ed van der Poel and me at the back of the group. Obviously!

Seb moves to the front. I’m now third wheel with Denis behind me. 

Seb’s turn was fairly long. Fine by me. Let him get tired. He is very dangerous.

At some point Ed moves to the front with me on his wheel. Denis on mine. Seb at the back of the group.

We are getting closer to the line. 

I’m fairly confident I’m going to take it. I’m pretty sure Ed doesn’t know where the line is. Seb is last in the line, probably way too back. Denis was not a threat because in an undisclosed WhatsApp chat he had agreed to let me take the sprint (That’s what I was thinking at the time but I now realize he was referring to tomorrow’s sprint).

I looked back to check the situation was as great as it looked. I couldn’t believe it. A victory worth all the cheating.

I looked back again to double check. I was cool as a cucumber.

And cool as a cucumber I stayed when I saw Seb passing the group at a speed way too fast for me to even consider trying to sprint. So I pretended I never had any intention to sprint. 

Not very proud of all the cheating. Not very happy with Seb taking all the KOM and sprinting points. I’ll console myself thinking I won’t have to cheat tomorrow to take the final sprint as Denis will surely keep his word and allow me to take it.

All I need is no one else signing up for the ride…

The ride in Strava:

Take care

Javier Arias González