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  • Coupe du France Enduro series round 2, Val d’Allos

    Coupe du France Enduro round 2, Val d'Allos

    12 years ago in a small ski resort (not that) far far away, a new race was born…….

    The riders of Val d’Allos took DH racing, but went further, creating the “Tribe 10,000” where riders would race laps of different trails, with no practice, over a weekend clocking about 10,000m of descent (that’s 33,000ft, 18 laps of the Fort William DH course or 26 empire state buildings, depending on if you read The New York times, Dirt or The Sun). Like DH, but more endurancy.

    Aurélien Giordanengo fully pinned. #soenduro

    The event went well and grew year after year. But what to call this new fangled endurancy DHy race?

    Back to 2014 and the 12th edition of the Val d’Allos Tribe 10,000 is the second round of the Coupe du France enduro series, so the car was loaded with 3 bikes, 6 sets of riding gear, 3 riders, many tyres and lots of food for the drive south. The optimistic sat-nav was trying to convince us that the drive would only be 5 hr, but as we crawled up the pass to the Col d’Allos battling oncoming road bikers, motorcyclist, sportscars, broken barriers and several hundred sheep, 5 hr passed and we eventually made it to our apartment for the weekend about 6 1/2 hr after setting out.

    Battling up the Col d'Allos

    Saturday started with an obligatory 0715 rider briefing. With 3 people who don’t do mornings it was always going to be a struggle, but somehow we managed to get ourselves to the grassy field under the main chairlift in time.

    Speaking of the chairlift, the lifts used for the race are being replaced this summer (you could see why…) and aren’t running in 2014, except for this weekend where they were opened specially. I can’t see Compagnie du Mont Blanc doing that! The staff put in a huge effort not only loading hundreds of bikes onto chairs, but coaxing the lifts into life despite the mechanisms obviously not being happy about working one last time.

    The slightly clapped out lift kept stopping, everyone got up in the end

    Back to the briefing where Fred Glo, Coupe du France heid honcho, told us that this wasn’t the EWS, so they could use whatever rules they wanted. Instead of 3 courses on Saturday with a reccy run followed by a chrono lap on each we would be getting a single reccy run of the 1st track, then the next 5 runs would be timed. The second course (laps 3 & 4) shared the same 1st 1/2 as laps 1 & 2, but the last course would be run completely blind.

    Fortunately the reccy run showed that the trails in Val d’Allos are amazing. Fast, scary scary fast in places, singletrack sweeping through meadows and trees. Not much in the way of technical sections, but equally you could pretty much ride the whole trail chainless.

    Trace 1 & 2 ran under both chairs, giving you a chance to check the lines

    The second laps were the same but different. Fast swoopy traces of dirt meandering through the trees with the odd new cut section through the grass.

    Hard to make out on a phone-photo, but the track runs left to right down the ridgeline. Quickly.

    The final stage was something different though. A flat pedal for a 100m or so dropped you without warning down a steep chute into a 90 degree left. The trail then swapped between some of the sweeping singletrack of before, tighter rockier chutes and linked by widely taped meadow sections which felt more like skiing than cycling as you picked a line to air over small rolls and use the features to help cornering.

    If all that’s a bit hard to visualise, just watch the offishiul race video here.

    The weather stayed dry pretty much all day and, with temperatures just warm enough to stop you needing too many layers it was a pretty good day’s riding.

    Then Sunday came.

    Not looking forward to stepping out into the rain

    All week the forecast had been calling rain on Sunday, and sure enough in the middle of Saturday night the sound of water on tin roof came into the apartment. It eased up at points during the day, but when it rained, it rained…..

    With the less than perfect weather, some changes to the format were announced. Instead of a reccy run of today’s stage (which was completely new, never raced, and featured mostly fresh cut trail. Perfect in the wet) followed by 2 chrono runs then a final “super special” stage on a secret trail, we would get to reccy the first half of the stage, then go straight up to the top for our first timed run.

    Of course, most folk were planning on using the reccy run to work out what tyres to run, but now there was no time to swap before getting on the chair up. Most folk were on all round tyres anyway, with a few having gambled on the conditions and swapped to spikes already, but there were plenty concerned looking people still on fast rolling semi-slicks.

    No no, it's fun.

    The reccy run was interesting……starting above the tree line it was hold on and hope over open hillside with slick grass and slick off camber rock. Once into the trees it was steep lines through more slick grass and very wet loam. I was one of the early runners on the reccy and the loam was amazingly tacky, but what would it be like after about 300 riders had slid through?

    Back to the top and everyone huddled together like a penguin colony in the Antarctic winter trying to keep warm. Then the thunder started. The peel of thunder was followed by peels of laughter, what more could happen to the track now!

    Once on the course the section below the reccied route turned out to follow old trails and paths so wasn’t as treacherous as up high. It was a long stage though with about 1000m of vertical taking us down below the finish village from Saturday.

    With only 3 hoses for 300 riders, you had to look out for alternative ways to clean the bike between laps

    We had thought there would then be a cycle back up the hill to Allos, but instead yet another lift was coaxed into action and we were returned to the paddock to sort bikes without having to break sweat.

    After much milling about and hiding in the feed tent the next change in running order was announced. As the weather was only getting worse there would be no more runs on the new stage, instead the second and last stage of the day would be the lower part of the second course from Saturday.

    When the finish arch gets blown away, you can accept it's a bad weather race.

    How did the racing go?

    I went into the weekend chanting the mantra “slow is fast, slow is fast, slow is fast” and cruised down my first few runs where I discovered that slow is still just slow. Nina was having none of the this approach and was flying when still on the bike, unfortunately some mechanicals and rider mistakes were holding her up. Read her thoughts on it all here.

    The other problem holding us up was that the narrow trails were very hard to overtake on, and with more than 10 riders to pass on most laps, you had to get quite used to bouncing through the undergrowth. It was the same for everyone outside the top 20 though and just adds to the experience. I told myself.

    Nina heading for the finish on day 1

    The first run down the final trace of Saturday was my riding highlight of the weekend. I’d abandoned “slow is fast” in favour of “trying a bit harder but not too hard”. There’s not much better than riding fast into blind terrain and it always (or at least mostly always) working out like you hoped it would.

    Turn, pedal, turn, pedal, turn, pedal, finish, find food.

    Sunday’s weather knocked a lot of the enthusiasm out of us though and the long first trace was hard to race. I took the run far too cautiously and was never anywhere close to a crash, but also didn’t overtake anyone and was passed twice. Fortunately this was down to me sneaking a start in with the fast folk and I ended up with my first top 50 stage time.

    I hoped that swapping to flats would let me ride looser on the second lap and move up the standings, but the second running of the course never happened.

    Nina hitting the finish paddock

    Instead we were back on Saturdays narrow singletrack. The flat pedals stayed on, but I was too lazy to swap to spikes instead hoping that the trail would stay firm. It didn’t, but even if it was slower without spikes, it was so much more fun! Pretty much every corner was foot out and drifting. Somehow I got away with it until virtually the last turn in the woods before the final berms when I slid out, off the trail, through the tapes, over a drop and down an embankment into the trees. It was fun while it lasted.

    Sunday trace 2. More fun than riding a bike in the mud, or something.

    Nina’s first time on mud tyres went much better and despite catching the girl in front of her, crashing, then catching her again and not being able to pass, she rode in to 5th for the stage and only 12 seconds away from 3rd. Suddenly she liked riding in the wet…

    Overall an improvement on my pretty rubbish performance in Blausasc with a 65th in category on the Saturday and 48th on the Sunday, but still plenty room for getting betterer.

    Again, thanks to the Tribe team and all at Val d’Allos for another great event and cheers to Nina for letting me jump queues with her (the girls get to start after the top 20 guys, so get to go to the front of all the lift lines) and Spence for driving, mechanicing, chefing and taking the photos.

    Next, something more local. Megeve racing.

    This apple haunts Spence & me and it's everywhere in the southern alps watching you. Just watching you.

  • Coupe du France Enduro Series round 1, Blausasc

    Flo Nicolai pretty much destroyed everyone, 8 of 8 stages

    When I last raced DH in 2000 I remember looking at the results of the masters category and thinking that I’ll come back to racing next decade and I can get to be competitive again. It’s been 14 years, but I look through the names of the masters category and now they’re the ones top ten-ing in the overalls. No chance of being competitive there then.

    So instead I looked at enduro, apparently the refuge of downhillers who were never quite quick enough, and sure enough, the start list is again filled with the heroes of my youth. Still, how fast can a bunch of ex world champ downhillers be? Worse, this is France, home of enduro. At the first round of the Enduro World Series, 13 of the top 20 guys were French. No chance of being competitive here then.

    Despite all this, I entered the full Coupe du France Enduro series.

    Someone being competitive

    This isn’t as daft an idea as you’d think though. For a little over 250euros you get 5 races from Blausasc just outside Nice to Samoens next to Chamonix. Not only that, someone marks out a load of the best trails, gives you a lift pass (or at least some food and water to help you up the hill) and stops anyone from walking up the trail the other way. Plus you get 26euro brake pads and a jar of olives in the goodie bag. Result!

    Besides, last time I was racing I would drive 8hr south to get to a muddy forest in Shropshire to race, now the same drive gets me to the south of France, if that’s not progress, nothing is….

    Heading south. That's why we have sunglasses on.

    After said 8hr drive Spencer and I arrived in L’Escarene, a few km up the road from Blausasc to meet Nina and several of her relatives who were putting us up for the weekend. Chamonix connections working out once again!

    The last hour of the drive had been spent staring at the perfect looking terrain around us, so we headed over to Blausasc itself to walk stages 3 & 4 and see if it was as good up close.

    Compared to the alpine trails we’re used to in Chamonix, Blausasc was a huge change. Dry, dusty, limestone rocks everywhere. Very similar to Finale not far up the coast, but slightly less clay in the dirt and with the added touch of a strong local trials (motor) bike scene to help cut the tracks.

    Visualisation is key during track walks.

    Stage 3 started above the trees with some fast corners and MX whoops, then into a bobsleigh track section with several big compressions. After a sprint up some fire road it then got into super narrow singletrack winding through the trees following the contours of the hill before abruptly diving off the edge into some loose fresh cut trails, before another km or so of foot wide singletrack to the finish.

    In contrast stage 4 was rocky and open, with a couple of short but very technical sections, but mostly on established trails and finishing in the village itself. As for the first 2 stages, no idea, we’d find out in the morning….

    Is fixing bikes in YOUR garden as photogenic as this? Last chance to prep the bikes.

    Racing started at 0900, with the top 20 guys setting off in pairs at their allotted times, then the girls, then the rest of us. Nina got her interview at the start line and rolled off on the first liaison whilst Spence and I wandered back to the car with a relaxed 45 minutes for me to get ready. 25 minutes to go I start looking for my gear. No knee pads. I’d left them in the flat in L’Escarene.

    Nina cruising out through the start arch

    Almost everyone we’d met in the village would tell us about how their cousin was an ex world champ downhiller (there’s a few of them kicking about these hills) or a rally driver. Spence did a pretty good impression of a rally driver getting my pads back to me in time for my start!

    In the “rallye” format French enduro races you are given allotted times to start each stage, so you can get there as quick or as slow as you like, but if you don’t cross the start line at the given time you get the time you’re late added to the stage time. With 38km of distance and 1400 of climbing to cover each day I was mildly concerned at how the timings would work out.

    Fortunately the liaison stage timings seemed to be sufficient for the weekend though, with delays on both days due to timing issues and riders needing stretchered off the course, you could feel a bit pushed if you forgot you were getting extra time to complete.

    Stage 3 after my blow-out, and discovering a 16gram CO2 cart isn't enough gas for a 2.4 HRII

    The event video’s already online and will give you a better idea of the stages, but I’ve written a description anyway because that’s what a blog’s for, pointless writing.

    How was stage 1? The red mist came down and remembering details is tricky, but it was a mix of fast straights with rocks up high and roots lower down with steeper and twistier new cut sections.

    Nina carving through the switchbacks low on stage 4 saturday.

    A long road climb up to the start of stage 2 showed just how much work and organisation goes into these races with several road closures to let racers cross over or race down streets. It’s an indication of how much biking is worth to the economy here, with Nice and the coast taking most of the tourism euros, and hence how much bikers are valued. It’s nice to feel wanted.

    And some lad called Jerome on the same

    Stage 2? Pretty pedally, really pedally actually. I crossed the line a broken man having given it all and as a result knackered my legs for the rest of the weekend.

    Stage 3 rode much like it walked (except for me blowing out the rear tyre at the top and having to put in a tube and Nina forgetting to let some of the 35psi out of her tires) a whole lot of flowy fun, but you really didn’t want to be going over the edge on the narrow sections.

    Stage 3 on Sunday. Dry would be a fair description of trail conditions

    Stage 4 was great fun to ride, how often do you get to blast through town streets, round blind crests and corners, without worrying about other people. My Sunday run down the hill was some of the most fun I’ve had on a bike in ages….despite some comedy crashes and having to stop for the paramedics carrying a stretcher.

    Nina getting into town on stage 4 Sunday

    Those were the race stages, but a big reason for doing the series was to be forced to go to new places to ride. Chatting to folk on the hill all were saying that these traces were ok but really the race should be getting held on the trails over there, pointing to the next hill over, as they were much, much better. Whilst Nina and I were racing, Spence was out checking some of the other trails and confirmed, everything here seems to be pretty amazing to ride. Plans were being hatched for a return visit without the race plates, so I guess the event did it’s job for the local economy.

    How did the racing go? Nina pulled a pretty good ninth over the weekend, especially given this was a very physical race with over 2800m of climbing and Nina strength is definitely in her downhilling and she had a less than perfect lead up to the race. You can see what she thought of it all here. I tried too hard on Saturday, multiple crashes on every run, usually whilst overtaking (All the riders were excellent at getting to the side of the track as you caught them and shouted rider, alas I wasn’t so good at guessing the best side of the track to try passing on….) combined with the blow out left me way off the pace, so on Sunday I played about with various techniques and discovered doing jumps and wheelies and riding how I do normally got me my best stage placings, which is convenient.

    Enduro Champion du Monde 2027

    A massive thank you to Nina’s relatives for being so welcoming to us all for the weekend and giving us the run of their amazing house. Also cheers to the team and volunteers who organised the race. Finally cheers Spencer for fixing up my bike as well in his official role as Nina’s mechanic (and doing most of the driving, photo taking, food prep……) and Concept Pro Shop for the pre-race bike tune in their incredibly well equipped workshop.

    Ellie. Team mascot for the weekend

    Next stop, Val d’Allos.

    Heading home

     

  • Risoul Deval (turns out the deval IS in the detail…)

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    Across the world, the end of the ski season is marked by weird races thought up by, usually drunk, ski bums who don’t really want the snow to melt, but if the inevitable’s going to happen then they might as well have fun doing it. Hence the “Peak to Pub” multi sport carnage which takes place annually from Mnt Hutt to Cairngorm.

    Risoul’s been running the Deval for 9 years now, which involves an off-piste ski from 2500m down to the resort at 1800, then a 10km ish enduro bike down to the River Durance at roughly 900m where the wild card of an 8km river canoe is added to the competition. Competitors descend in teams of between 2 and 6 with pretty much any form of snow and bike equipment allowed. The ever competitive Jan knew this was the race for him, and I wasn’t quick enough to think of a way to say no…..

    A lot of gear in a very small car, it's a road trip.

    Our 5hr drive from Chamonix to Risoul in a VERY laden small car started perfectly when I lifted the lightest bag I had to put it in the boot and tweeked my back. By the time we arrived I was barely able to walk upright and had to hobble into registration like an 89 year old and sign the documents proclaiming full fitness for competition without looking the official in the eye.  After discovering that Risoul is actually very very small, we ate some pizza, and returned to our gite in the zombie proof fortress of Mont Dauphin Fort.

    We were up bright and early, or at least early, on Saturday for the qualification. There wasn’t a huge amount of information before the race about this, though we knew that it was purely a ski stage and your performance dictated your start time. With a lot of narrow singletrack on the bike section, which was where we expected to perform best, we needed to get an early start number to avoid being stuck behind slower riders. Expecting an offpiste timed descent we discovered it was a gate race mix of DH, giant slalom and slalom radius (here’s a go-pro from one of the other teams if you’re interested  ). With a belly full of ibroprofen and fairly normal skis I’d be ok, but Jan had fully rockered, 112mm underfoot Katanas. Things were looking even worse when some of the locals turned up and looked decidedly like they were actual ski racers….

    Milling about at the first of many race briefings

    Either way, we did our best, got a clean run down the track, tried to ignore the gnawing desire to find out where we qualified and went to get changed before the compulsory VTT track inspection. This was when you realise just how much effort goes into the organisation of the event. The bike park was a carpark, secured and guarded by the local mohicaned gendarme with entry only on presentation of your race bracelet. For every stage away from the town itself, you had a drop bag which would be waiting for you at the next stage with your change of clothes or equipment.

    Spare tyres, that was space well used.

    Taking it easy to avoid damaging the bikes or ourselves, we set of on a leisurely descent of the mountain. The first few hundred meters were on easy road, then a hairpin right, steep muddy slope and…………snow. Lots of snow, knee deep, soft and completely covering the trail. A path had been cut through by use, but there was no way it was going to clear before the race. We experimented with riding, running, walking and swearing, but in the end fastest (or perhaps least slow) progress seemed to be by holding onto the bike and sliding down next to it using your trainers as skis!

    Thin snow cover early on the bike section!The snow easing off so we could ride at last

    Eventually the snow eased off and we could ride the trail, and very enjoyable it was too. Lots of nice singletrack through trees, a good mix of surfaces and the occasional fireroad section that would be vital for overtaking on the Sunday.

    Eventually the gradient slackened off and the last kilometre or so were flat with short, but painful, climbs. We were both feeling pretty smug with dropper posts and pedalable bikes, a lot of the field were either on XC whips or full DH rigs.

    Lots of bike wash points

    After checking where our transition cage was for changing from bike to canoe we used the bike wash, handed over our bikes to the transport team and got on the bus back up to Risoul where the qualification sheet was up.

    No bad

    4th. Which we were pretty happy about. Looking at the times there was about 8 seconds separating the 2nd to 6th places, but 1st was the all girl team of twentyforty a country mile ahead with 12 seconds clear on 2nd place. That would be the GS racer and her trainer then! Feeling fairly happy with our performance, we marched off to the bike park to check on our competitions steeds. Spirits were further lifted by finding a mix of XC and DH bikes, with only Gachette Heureuse on matching top end Cannondale Jekylls. This concerned us, but there wasn’t much we could do so we started on our race strategy.

    On race day, teams start at 10 second intervals from the top of the hill. Although the Deval is won or lost purely on time, the first team across the line in the canoe has always had the fastest time, so basically we needed to get to the front and stay there! We hoped that as all the teams infront had local knowledge, we could just do our best to stay with them and let them lead us through the ski section, then do everything we could to get past them on the bike. As for the canoe, well, I’d at least been in a canoe before, Jan had seen a picture in a book once, so we would just have to work it out as we went along.

    Settled in our plan, we headed off to the evening briefing before more food, ibroprofen and bed.

    Final race briefing, with added go-pro

    Race day! An early start as we needed to drop off all our bags for the various transition zones, check the bikes were still working (you never know what gremlins can strike at night!) eat more ibroprofen, drink more water and get up to the top of the hill. There was some concern from the organisers that the rapid warming forecast was going to make the ski section too dangerous, however the start was cool enough that it could go ahead as planned, despite the avalanche risk rising to 4 during the day. A mild panic that we were going to miss our start time due to pre-race pee requirements proved unfounded and after our ARVA check we joined the throng of skiers warming up.

    Pre-race photo, daft clothing obligatory if you wanted to do well.

    And then it was on. We started with a brisk walk up the boot pack, trying not to beast the legs or lungs too much. By the top of the bootpack we’d made it to 3rd and clipped into the skis just behind the lead 2. Relying on their local knowledge we speed checked where they speed checked and held position into the first steeper section through gates. At which point we realised we were much much faster off piste than on! We tore past and headed blindly into the trees relying on the occasional gate and some go-pro footage from the briefing the previous night to guide us. Entering the village we were clear in the lead with no one in sight behind us. Unfortunately we now had to run about 500m through town on concrete in ski boots.

    After changing boots and ditching a layer we started cycling back up the hill through town against the flow of skiers running down. Gachette Heureuse played a blinder on their transition (by cunningly freezing to death at 2500m in only cycling jerseys!) and we were splitting each other’s group. I don’t use a go-pro, but if I’ve ever wanted one it was for sprinting down the road out of town, leading the group, with a helicopter filming 50m infront of me flying sideways down the road!

    After turning off the road and into the snow we discovered a local team had made a cunning shortcut through the town and got ahead of us. Fortunately we could fall out of control down snow whilst holding onto out bikes faster than them, and again 1st and 2nd was split between us and Gachette Heureuse. Jan pulled clear of the trailing Gachette Heureuse team member and once we were in the lead the 2 of us did our best to keep our excitement in check, whilst still pushing on. Our aim was to get clear of Gachette Heureuse in the hope that they would ease off when they couldn’t see us, but despite slowly increasing the gap, we couldn’t quite shake them.

    We were there to compete, not participate, so no shots from race day. Here's a wee picture from practice to break the wordsAnd some more practice day page breaking

    The final section of the bike was mostly flat or climbing. Knowing we weren’t going to need our legs for the canoe we gave it everything we had and gasped into the final transition with a reasonable lead. Alas we were now in the unknown. We got the wet suits on fairly quickly, but bibs under or over the buoyancy aid? Different officials shouted different instructions. Then my buoyancy aid had a missing strap and had to be fixed. We leapt into the canoe and headed off downstream, but something wasn’t quite right.

    I was sitting very low at the back of the boat, with it slowly filling with water. We were paddling hard but still about ½ way down the river, Gachette Heureuse came past cruising serenely down the Durance occasionally dipping a paddle in the water. This wasn’t going to stop us and we kept pushing until I got bounced out the boat by a not very submerged rock in a rapid! Quickly back out the water (even with a wetsuit on it was cold) and it started to dawn on me what the problem was. We had the boat back to front! Too late to turn around before the next white water, we kept going, switch to the end.

    Gachette Heureuse got across the line a well deserved 1st, we were just behind, then a bit back was Les Razmokets. The Deval’s a timed race though, so we wouldn’t know everyone’s final place until the prizegiving in the afternoon, so began the long wait to see….

    Getting back to Risoul I wasn’t expecting Jan to turn round and tell me there may be a problem but, Jan turned round and said there may be a problem. The car was in Risoul. We now needed to drive down to the bike-river transition to clean and pack the bikes. The car keys were in the bike-river transition. Jan hopped back on the bus down to the valley and started the series of hitchhikes needed to get the keys back, I went and laid down in the sun watching the local gendarmes guarding the bike park, whilst having a BBQ and playing football. I can’t see that happening in Glasgow….

    Breaking my summer beer ban with a celebratory demi

    Jan made it back, we packed the car and went to enjoy the final bit of the Risoul package, free lunch on the terrace. The Snowboard Café deserves a mention here for having a rubbish name but a brilliant competitors package of starter, pasta main, dessert, beers and coffee. All this and on the slopes next to the prizegiving.

    We wandered over and waited for the announcement. Sure enough the top 3 was as we crossed the line, 2nd overall 6.46 seconds back on Gachette Heureuse. Realising how daft it was to be disappointed in 2nd, we cheered up immensely, possibly because we now had a big cup and several kilos of Haribo.

    Woop