When you're looking down at a hill from above and can see that it's taking cars a good five mintues to drive up you know that this hill is a bit of a killer. When we first caught sight of Matt D and Trig they were just tiny pin-head dots at the bottom. This hill out of them all so far looked like the longest and steepest so far. It was painful just watching them grinding it up this monster.
As Trig scratched his way to the top the first in series of problems were about to start. On the way up the hill pedalling like an absolute madman Trig had broken on of the clasp's on his shoe (a clasp locks you into the pedals for stability and safety).
As he made it up the hill we could hear him shouting for us. I ran down to see what the problem was and we quickly sprinted back to van to get a the clasp replaced so Trig could get back out on the road. we managed to do this quickly without any major issues and off he went again
Matt and I jumped into the van and decided we would get a good few miles lead of Trig now and stop quickly to grab some food to get us through the rest of the day. It was about 2pm at this point and we'd not eaten since before the race had started that morning. As we went on ahead we saw coach Whittle in his van who was also on the route as part of our support team, we gave him a hoot and carried onto the nearest petrol station. When we got to the petrol station, without a thought and seriously hungry we both headed in to grab some scooby snacks. We must of been in the petrol station less than 2 minutes and sat on the wall outside eating our snacks and waiting for Trig to reach us.
Five minutes passed by and we'd finished our food, no sign of Trig yet so we were just chatting away. Another few minutes passed and we said to each other this is weird he should be here by now, surely? We tried to phone coach Whittle and see if he'd passed him, no signal. Bollocks!
At this point we werent sure what to do, whether to drive backwards to check that everything was ok or forwards in the minuite chance that he'd passed us when we went into the petrol station. We decided to drive ahead, and were met with a fork in the road.
Now, we had the route and the map in the van with us so we knew the route but if Trig had passed us he wouldnt have a clue as it was our job to direct him. Pure panic set in at this point, we were frantic. We drove in the most obvious direction for about 5 miles to see if Trig had gone that way, no sight. Turned around and went the way he was meant to go on the correct route, no sight, FUUUUUCK!!. This was not good, at this stage in the race Trig needed us perhaps more than ever and we'd most definitely lost him.
Driving back and forth for a good 15 minutes we eventually got some signal and managed to get hold of coach Whittle who said "Yes, he passed you at the petrol station ages ago, he's on the right route but he's bonking and he needs you". Luckily for us Whittle had followed Trig and passed us at the petrol station and put Trig on the right course, all of this happened in the 2 mins that we were in the station and we didn't have a clue!