Spokenforks has witnessed plenty of misfortune during its time stood at the roadside hassling riders with flashbulbs and camera lenses; punctures, wrong turns, bananas M.I.A all checked off. Rutland’s CiCLE Classic multiplies these dramas for fun, twisting roads and gravel farm tracks feeding disaster, bad luck and failure to bloom within the peloton. Sadly, for us at least, it was bad luck which saw our camera make our trip up to Rutland seem a disaster before we had even seen a pedal turned in anger.
Whether it was a case of using film cameras from the 70’s which should have been hung up many moons ago or the mean race faces on show at NFTO; one picture and the shutter had called it quits on us. No back-up because “these bags are getting heavy” seemed genius at some point along the way, so Spokenforks was now camera-less in the middle of Rutland with the country’s best one day race waiting to roll out.
Sunday morning in Oakham was slim pickings for camera shops…surprisingly…so it looked like it was game over for us at the CiCLE Classic; finito, “that’s all folks”, kaput, The End. But to come all this way and leave empty handed would have been a disaster, so scanning down the high street for a charity shop to plunder was a bolt of inspiration from the blue. A total of £1.99 later we had a “telefoto” point & shoot compact and the lowest of expectations.
These may not be the most spectacular of shots, but they go some way to convey the hectic nature of the CiCLE Classic; weather you are a brave rider or just a disorganised journalist – 0h, and a menacing looking bull atop a hill.