The Davis 750 Mile Bike Packing Ride
Raising £10000 For Four Charities
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Wow! What a fortnight! 9 months of planning came to a head on the 2nd of July. I left CFC Proact Stadium at 12 noon and my journey began. A journey that took me across England and into the north
corner of Wales. I then cycled around the coast of Wales using both trails and the road, before heading over the bridge back to England. I then went to Bristol before heading east to oxford and
Bedford. Then came the northbound journey back to where I started.
It wasn't without its trials and tribulations though. There were many tears. I suffer from PTSD as many of you know, from being in the coma. This had my emotions on a roller coaster of a ride! The support from my many followers had me crying. 14 punctures and failed bearings had me in tears. The encouragement from people that knew I could do it made my eyes water. The generosity from the public made me weep. Nope! I couldn't win! There were more tears than an episode of EastEnders! Both tears of joy and tears of frustration.
I saw some sights that I am never likely to see again. Sunsets from my tent porch that melted my heart. Sunrises over coffee sitting on the sea wall. A couple of the older generation playing with a toy boat in the sea. Clouds whipping around mountains and rainbows as wide as the world.
I was whipped by the wind and scorched by the sun. I cycled through the gentle waves along the beach and rode 3 feet away from the cliff edge next to a 200 feet drop. I cycled for what my life was worth along busy dual carriageways and rolled down loose trail stone along the coastline. I've been lost, physically and emotionally exhausted and rescued by complete strangers who took me in and fed and watered me and sent me packing with a smile on my face.
I met people from all walks of life, all intrigued by my story of why this mad Englishman was riding around Wales on a mountain bike loaded up to the hilt with gear. All astounded that 1 year ago I was laying in a hospital bed with machines running all of my organs and only a 10% chance of survival, and had only been cycling for 9 months!
I stunk for most of my journey. My clothes stunk, my cycling shoes stunk. My sleeping bag stunk as did my tent. There wasn't much I could do about it. Everything got soaked when it rained and never really had a chance to dry after. And when it did dry, it rained again. I saw people move back in queues in the shops. I'd say "I'm sorry if I stink, I'm bikepacking 750 miles for charity". Then they'd buy me a coffee!
I had people donate money right there in front of me, inspired by my quest. I've had roadies tell me they've done 60 miles today, when I'd only done 40. I'd just grin to myself and say "Good on ya son!" They hadn't been doing what I'd been doing, day after day, hungry, alone, exhausted.
I've had messages of encouragement bigging me up, rebuilding my ego, when I've been at my lowest points. I'd not been shy in telling people exactly how I felt. I made sure you all knew. You needed to know about the hard moments as much as you needed to know about the good ones. You were all a part of this as much as I was.
When I was crossing the bridge back to England, I was so excited I wanted to wee! I screamed, I cried, I whooped! You was with me through that too! It was a great moment!
As I rolled into Bristol Southmead Hospital, A voice called "Shane?" I looked round and there was Rich. The charge Nurse who was one the massive team responsible for saving my life. More tears! An unbelievable and unforgettable moment! I've waited a whole year for this moment. This moment to say thanks. Thanks for saving my life.
When I saw the first sign saying "Chesterfield" I was elated! I was nearly there! In my head I'd done it! My body started to slow down, exhausted. My legs didn't want to turn the cranks anymore. I was still 40 miles away! With a further 30 miles to do the next day! I used every last bit of my energy, my focus, my endurance, to get back for my daughters 16th birthday. Well I did, My family were waiting outside the house for me with open arms, and I fell into them! I'd made it!
The next day, a mere 30 miles to finish off the 750 grand total. I finished back where I started 16 days previously. More tears...
Would I do it all again? wait and see...
Now it's your turn. I've done my bit. I've spent 9 months planning, begging for kit, finding sponsors for more kit, been without my family for 16 days, I've stunk and cried and wept and laughed and climbed nearly 35,000 feet and cycled 750 miles on a mountain bike carrying all of my gear, solo and unsupported. Now it's time to donate. Get your bank card out and make a little donation of even £1. It all adds up. If you've enjoyed my journey as much as I have, then please, make a little donation. If you've admired my strength and determination, then chuck a couple of quid into the pot. If you think I'm am inspiration, then have a whip round at work and add it to the total. Don't forget you'll be helping 4 deserving charities:
Southmead Hospital Charity
Chesterfield FC Community Trust
I'm Bristol Southmead Hospital Charity's Hero of the week! They've made me that because they think I've earned it. I'm not so sure I'm the hero here, I think it's you guys, the ones that spurned
me on, the ones that are donating the reddies!
It's been a journey of a lifetime, and I've done it! Whoop! Whoop!