Nuts. Crazy. Madness. Insanity. Just some of the words thrown at me after I posted a ride on Strava in the wee hours of yesterday. And I agree completely, but sometimes it just seems right to do some things, no matter how strange they might seem. The session in question was an “Everesting” on Singapore’s Mt Faber. For the uninformed, “to Everest” on a bicycle is to climb the equivalent height of the world’s highest mountain (8,848 metres) on a single hill, in one ride. No sleep is allowed, but thankfully breaks are permitted, indeed encouraged, by the keepers of the rules of Everesting, an Australian mob known as the Hell’s 500.
It took me 16 hours and 51 minutes of riding to hit the target, plus about three hours of downtime to eat, charge lights and Garmins (yes, plural, it’s best to have a back up for an Everesting), apply chamois cream and contemplate the existential meaning of life. I covered 333km. Click here to read the full report.
It took me 16 hours and 51 minutes of riding to hit the target, plus about three hours of downtime to eat, charge lights and Garmins (yes, plural, it’s best to have a back up for an Everesting), apply chamois cream and contemplate the existential meaning of life. I covered 333km. Click here to read the full report.
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