On Sunday 29 July, two of the Logic team cycled 100 miles to raise money for Parkinson’s UK.

Here’s Guy’s account of the ride he and Lindsey did in honour of his late father.


Now get this…
Wow, that was tough…but we did it, crossing the finish line in front of Buckingham Palace just before 5.15pm on Sunday. And what an eventful day it turned out to be!

London calling, yes, I was there too
The event is extremely well organised, but one of the drawbacks is that with 25,000+ riders setting out from the Olympic Park in Stratford we were handed different start times. As the heavens opened and the DJ did his best to generate an atmosphere with some stomping tunes, Lindsey went off first.

The plan was for me to catch her up somewhere along the route before we got to Richmond Park. As fate would have it, I caught her up within 400 metres…unfortunately that was because she had a puncture. Thankfully a friend was passing a few minutes later and turned back to help us fix the tyre and get back on the route. #MyHero

And you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
In total contrast to the last few months, Sunday’s weather can only be described as “wet and wild”. The roadside was littered with cyclists frantically trying to mend punctures and there were several accidents from start to finish. As the driving rain made visibility tricky, we had to stop frequently to clean our glasses (even trickier as all the clothes, towels and tissues we had were soaking as well!).

We stopped after 50 miles at the top of Newlands Corner to get some running repairs to our cleats (the things that keep your feet locked into the pedals) and it was truly blowing a gale up there. Thankfully a nice man with a mobile bike shop supplied and fitted new cleats. #MyHero

Those familiar with the Surrey Hills will know that Leith Hill is particularly steep. By the time we got there it had been closed to riders due to a number of incidents. Neither of us shed any tears at the closure. In fact it spurred us on a little and there was a spring in the step by the time we reached Leatherhead and the 75 mile mark.

London calling at the top of the dial
With the finish line just 25 miles away and the entire width of the road to use, we rode alongside each other – encouraging, cajoling (and, yes, sometimes cursing). We actually overtook quite a number of other cyclists as the training paid off. Fortified by sustenance and high fives supplied by our landside support teams (thanks, heroes!), we started to really fly through the towns and hills.

And then it happened…I went just a little too hard at a hill around the 88 Mile mark and got cramp at the top. Cycling with cramp is nigh on impossible so you can imagine my mood. But within minutes a passing motorcycle medic had me on my back in the middle of a traffic island and was massaging my tired legs.  I laid back and dreamt of the finish line; Lindsey just laughed and took pictures. The medic told me to relax and he would help me finish the race. He was right.  #MyHero

And after all this, won’t you give me a smile?
People do the Ride London 100 mile event for the challenge of the hills, the thrill of the once-a-year closed roads, and of course to raise money for charity. An estimated £12m will be raised from this one cycle ride. Staff and volunteers from the various charities set up cheering zones along the route and the noise they generate when they see you coming is deafening. Even out in the countryside, residents were standing out in the pouring rain clapping and encouraging as we wheezed our way up the hills. We acknowledged and waved to as many as possible to thank them for turning out.

And that encouragement really does work. You find yourself pedalling that little bit harder, upping the intensity a fraction, smiling rather than grimacing.

To those who turned out on the day in appalling conditions, each and every of you is truly #MyHero

London calling…
A treasured memory for me is coming down the hill and over Putney Bridge, turning right and heading towards Westminster. By then we knew we were going to complete the race and we were just enjoying the ride. Around Milbank, we’re going at a fair old pace past the Mile 99 marker and a rather well-inebriated woman standing outside a pub shouts “go on, keep going, you can still do it!”.  If I had possessed any energy I would have told her that nothing – NOTHING – was going to stop me reaching the end and I would crawl and drag my bike for the final mile if necessary.

As it was, we turned the corner into Whitehall, then Trafalgar Square and finally The Mall and crossed the line together in front of thousands of spectators. Okay, so they were there for the professional racers due about half an hour later, but they still cheered us on!

So there we have it. The story of an eventful day. Thanks to the generosity of friends, family, colleagues and clients, we were able to raise an incredible £1,700 for Parkinson’s UK. That’s enough to fund a life-changing home adaptation for someone living with Parkinson’s. To each and every one of you, thank you. 

As we were doing this in memory of my dad, it’s only fair to finish with the response he no doubt would have given if he had known just how much would be raised…“bloody lovely”!