On Tuesday, 27th September my friend John died at his desk at work.
As a birthday treat, he and his wife Di, who shares the same birthday, were going to celebrate the occasion with a Kiwi Randonneur ride of 200 km from Martinborough to Eketahuna.
I had planned to have an easy day as I was racing the next day in Featherston around the Lake.
A few days before I had raced with some Wellington friends who were looking forward to the 200 km and then the race in Featherston. If they could do it then so could I.
But would I be able to smile all the way round and chat, just like John does?
Di decided to set up her legendary Masterton stop and I decided to do the first 150 km and at least make it to Di and John’s place.
The girls were pleased that I had made the effort to turn up and we had our group photo.

My late entry meant that I didn’t have my own brevet card, and Simon gave me his.
At 8:00 am in the Martinborough square, we stood for one minutes silence in fond memory of John Chesmar before heading off for an adventure on our bikes up and down the valley.
The front group picked up the pace and I just enjoyed the tow before realizing the girls had been left behind. It was up to me to hold or spend a few hours on the rode alone.
Thankfully we broke into two groups and I could catch my breath.
The riders around me spoke fondly of Di and John and it was a pleasure to share stories.
I was still with this group when we arrived in Masterton. We didn’t have a designated stop this time and although my support crew, Brian, was on standby, I decided not to stop. I still had lots of drink and food. I would get more water in Eketahuna.
Dreyers Rock corner seemed to take ages to appear. I worked out the front for a little while on the climb heading towards Alfredton and then enjoyed the down hill. Turning around I notice my companions had disappeared. The Alfredton flats were great and I obviously had a tail wind.
I thought that it wouldn’t be long before they were back on my wheel.
Climbing up out of Alfredton, I shared a private joke with John, as I still expected the riders to catch up. I could even smile on the third hill – thanks for that John.
Once in Eketahuna I met up with a rider who was enjoying a break. He thankfully hung around while I filled up my water bottle and had a nature break, before leading me out of town. He offered to drive me back to Masterton should I consider completing the event.
I was still feeling ok and when you are on someones wheel the adventure is so much easier. I said I’ll see you in Martinborough.
While winding our way around the back roads of Eketahuna, my companion was riding the hills much stronger and soon left me behind – sorry John.
Once I came to the main road, I knew where I was and I only got a little bit lost at the Opaki Kaiparoro Road turn off. But a quick u-turn and a check of the directions and I was back on the correct path, across the one way bridge and heading towards Mauriceville.
Again it took forever to reach the Dreyers Rock turn off. From there though, the familiar ride quickly disappeared and I found myself on the main road and heading to Di’s.
I was the only one at the stop, and I enjoyed the break off the bike and the quick catch up. Di’s question “Are you going to carry on?”, was followed with a smile – we both knew that John does not have a DNF beside his name at an event. And neither would I.
Although it was lovely to enjoy the company of Di and her team ( thanks heaps Lexi for doing the baking while I was doing what Brian referred to as sitting on my bum all day!) I needed to be on my way.
I tried to convince Mike to tow me back to Martinborough but he just smiled. This leg, I was on my own. My support crew, Brian, kindly offered to return to Martinborough and pick me up.

In such along ride it’s just the little goals that help you finish, getting to Cornwall Rd, then Parkvale, and finally Millars Rd, because from there it is only another 18 km to go.
Brian took a few photo’s and I was pleased to see the 3 km to go sign.

Back in Martinborough, I was all smiles.
I was impressed with the first group who were now enjoying a drink and sitting with empty plates in front of them at the cafe.
It was a great day out and despite the weather forecast, it had stayed settled for my ride.
I would like to thank Di for the inspiration, Mike for the training and the guidance to complete my first Randonneur in the dark, ( Am I addicted now that I have done two? ) Brian for being such a great support person and finally Mad Dog, friend, club legend, drinking buddy, “Chessie Bell” and weird bike designer, old car lover and mentor.
It was great spending your 66th birthday with you John, I will always miss you.

p.s. Always one to dress up and have a laugh, Chessie was invited to a party where he had to dress as a sports person he admired. He came as himself, in the era of the banner photo above.
Di’s comment at the time was “especially great to see my man with a head of hair again lol. Very shiny – must be the shampoo & conditioner”
