Protective Four Peaks – Austria

Ian Wakefield

What is the Four Peaks?

OK, I agree it’s a rubbish name for a bike race, however, what used to be the Trans Germany has now become the Four Peaks and is rapidly becoming the best-known European mountain bike stage race.  One thousand participants ride more than 270 kilometers and climb more than 8,860 altitude in meters.  The event is estimated to attract more than 10,000 spectators at the stage locations.


I was one of those 1000 competitors, and over the preceding 9 months had prepared myself for the challenges to come.  Or so I thought. Preparing to race across the Alps and training for it in the flat lands of Norfolk is far from ideal and being accident prone didn’t help either, six weeks before the start I hit the deck on a wet slippery road in Macedonia and broke my little finger in two places.  Big deal I hear you say, but would I really be able to hold onto the handlebars tight enough with a broken finger on descents? to cap it all, on a rainy ride to Beccles three days before the start, I once again hit the deck, and now had road rash all down the right side of my body and left, with big bruises across my left thigh, and a broken finger.

Excuses over then, I flew out to Salzburg on Monday 15th June 2015 where I met my long time friends Mursel and Kathleen Rexhepi who had just completed three weeks training in the Swiss Alps.  We drove to the starting location of the race, a beautiful town called Bad Kleinkirchheim.  I couldn’t pronounce it either so it became “Bad Clench and Climb” which amused my friends.

The Tuesday was spent preparing the bikes and familiarising ourselves with the routines, locations and arrangements for race day.

That night was a sleepless night, I was very nervous about what was to come. I had so many doubts.  Had I trained hard enough? Had I trained long enough? Would I be able to cope with all the climbing? Would I be able to manage the descents? What if I fell off and bashed my broken finger again? the questions were endless.

Stage 1 (49 km climbing 2349 m)

Billed as the “Hardest day” this was the one that scared me the most it was over 49.36 km and up two major climbs, giving a total elevation of 2349 m.  Each day included an enduro challenge, ranking riders in terms of their speed down the most technical sections.

The first climb went well and I rode within myself to reach the first summit “Wollaner Nock” in good time.  It was at least 4 years since I had ridden down a steep ski slope so had to get off an walk on occasions.  Into the woods half way down and we were onto the enduro section.

In the rain it was very difficult to manoeuvre across the wet roots, sharp rocks, drops and ledges without coming off and I did so on several occasions.  Finding out later that I was roughly three times slower than the leading rider Juri Ragnoli (ITA) over the same section.

Soon enough we came to the second climb up to “Kolmnock Gipfeltrail”, at 10 – 12% for most of the way, until the top which was 31% and required the rider to carry their bike, in most cases it was too steep even to push.  It seemed to take forever to climb this last few hundred meters. Shortly after this I punctured, and with tubeless tires this really was a pain, the tire wall had a sharp cut which was too big to be sealed by the sealant, it took about twenty minutes of messing around to put an inner tube in and get going again.

Once over the top we were on the Franz Klammer World Cup Downhill Ski slope, which varied between -20 and -27% , the track was wet and slippery and with fingers and forearms aching from braking I was relieved to finish Stage 1.

Ian Wakefield

Ian Wakefield – Four Peaks – Stage 1

Stage 2 (91 km climbing 1969 m)

Although stage 2 was the longest stage at 91 km, it was one I was looking forward to as I knew I’d be able to take advantage of my flat speed, one of my only strengths.  Our opening descent out of Bad Kleinkircheim was neutralised, thankfully traffic police had stopped traffic and the 1000 strong peloton snaked it’s way down the winding road to the riverside in Radentheim.  My favourite part of this stage was drafting in large groups through the flat sections, I especially enjoyed leading some of the small groups although really I knew I should be saving my energy.  Riding in a group was proving to be highly effective as we sped past lone riders and small groups who didn’t have enough energy or motivation to jump on the back.

The stage ended fairly uneventfully in Hermagor, a pretty alpine town.  After washing my bike I decided to ride to my hotel rather than catching the bus, a distance of about 8 km.  The hotel (Strasswirt) was beautiful and the owners friendly and helpful.

Ian Wakefield - Stage 2 - Four Peaks

Ian Wakefield – Four Peaks – Stage 2

Stage 3 (59 km climbing 2421 m)

Next morning at 8 am I had an 8 km ride to the start, my friends and most of the other riders were on the bus.  It was a good opportunity to warm up and get rid of some stiffness in my legs.

Whilst waiting for the start I sat in an archway talking to some German riders who told me they were from Dortmund, I told them my dad (Now deceased) had been stationed there in the 50’s, they told me the camps were no longer there and we had a little joke, but I was thinking of my father, his life, his death and wondering whether his spirit was with me.  I had his Royal Artillery lapel badge in my bag, I touched it for good luck and swallowed to avoid being seen with tears in my eyes.

Stage 3 had the biggest single climb of 1300 m, I felt strong up it and went past many of the riders I’d been riding with or near for the last few days, it took me about 2 hrs, which meant I witnessed the two lead riders Christoph Sauser and Juri Ragnoli on their final descent, coming back down (they had completed the climb in about 1 hr roughly twice as quick as me). Before you judge, bear in mind they averaged 380 watts for the whole climb of 1 hr, I averaged about 208 watts for 2 hrs which was absolutely on my limit.

The second part of the stage became a real challenge for me having burnt too much energy on the first climb. With another very tricky technical section just before the second feed station, I was relieved to make it to the finish relatively unscathed.  When I say that, I actually had bruises all down my chest and stomach where the seat had hit me on steep descents, bruises all down the inside of my thighs where I had tried to grip the seat on rocky descents with my thighs, bruises down the front of both thighs and shins from previous crashes and a broken finger.  I realised at this point I was going to have work on my descending technique, as I felt many of the injuries were down to poor technique.


Ian Wakefield – Four Peaks – Stage 3

Stage 4 (71 km climbing 2122 m)

Noticing ten minutes before the start that yesterday’s crashes had caused my seat to be broken and was angled at a 45 degree angle to the side wasn’t an ideal start to the stage, but luckily the neutral service team were able to replace it before the gun went off.

The stage started in Tropolach and although it was raining, it was one I was looking forward to as once again it was flatter and longer, I was feeling stronger with the past three days riding now firmly in my legs.  Going into the mountains I rested long enough at the back of each group on the road to save enough energy to go past to the next group on the road, I did this about six times and was feeling good working my way through the field.  On some of the long climbs off road, I worked with other riders and on occasions took advantage of shelter behind stronger riders, leaving them when they ran out of energy.

The enduro on stage 4 was a pleasure and more like the trails I was used to in Thetford, unfortunately due to poor signing and marshaling I and a half dozen other riders went the wrong way, about 2 miles out of our way half way down.

As I approached 60 km in the pouring rain and mist I dared to think I was going to finish, each climb seemed to become longer, the skies became darker, I became colder but I knew I was getting closer to the end.  Eventually in the distance I could see a peak and I could see the sun shining through, this must be the final climb I kept saying to myself.  As I went over the top, the sun did indeed shine on me, a feeling of warmth came over me and I looked at the sky and said “Dad I’m going to finish”, somehow I felt he was with me.  I remembered his final bike ride to the post office before collapsing with a heart attack and it brought tears to my eyes. I wondered what he would have thought about me on this Austrian mountain, would he have been proud, maybe, maybe not, but what I did know is that I was proud to be his son.

The final descent was truly exhilarating and so close to the finish I was letting the bike run longer and longer between braking.  As I came across the finish line, an enormous sense of achievement, relief and excitement came over me.

Ian Wakefield

Ian Wakefield – Four Peaks – Stage 4

Final thoughts

I didn’t have to wait too long before my team mates Kathy and Mursel came in holding hands across the finish line, it was group hugs all round and an emotional visit to the podium for photos, it was going to take some time for it to sink in what we had all done and overcome.

Before the race I had designed some team jerseys, the motto on them was “Vincit qui se vincit” which translates as “He who conquers himself, conquers” we all conquered ourselves and I personally will treasure the memories and camaraderie from my team mates and other riders for many years to come.


I finished 208 in the masters category which was won by Udo Bolts (GER) a twelve-time finisher of the Tour de France.  The overall race was won by Juri Ragnoli (ITA) who narrowly beat former world champion Christoph Sauser (SWI).


Tour of Britain 2012

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Article first posted on Sport Nottinghamshire website Sep 2012

Monday 10th September 2012 saw the Tour of Britain come to Nottingham for the first time in 7 years, altogether about 100 riders, including Tour de France winner Bradley Wiggins and Mark Cavendish who has now won 23 Tour de France stages and is ranked 4th on the tours all-time list one place ahead of Lance Armstrong, perhaps the worlds most famous cyclist.

My own start to the day was an early one getting into Nottingham at around 6.30 am. Being a keen cyclist and not wanting to be late for this ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity I didn’t want to get stuck in traffic or risk being late.

The race was scheduled to start at 10 am prompt, from outside Nottingham Castle which was a superb backdrop to such an event. As the sun was coming up I enjoyed watching the frenzy of activity as sponsor hoardings were erected, TV crews turned up, volunteers arrived and then a bit later on of course, hundreds of excited school children, all frantically waving their sponsor flags and wearing Bradley Wiggins masks took their places at the start.

Last but not least, the riders started to arrive, each one of them was required to sign on before the race started, which provided some great photo opportunities right in front of the Robin Hood statue.

I was lucky enough to get a media pass and access to get right up close to the riders.  I tried to imagine how I would feel were I about to ride to Liverpool on a bike – pretty nervous was the answer, but these guys oozed confidence, many of them bronzed from continental races, covered in scars from previous races and some sporting bandages and wounds from only the day before.

On a more light hearted note the talk on the start line was high spirited and I was amused to see ‘Wiggo’ throw his half eaten energy bar at ‘Cav’ like a naughty schoolboy. You certainly couldn’t accuse ‘Wiggo’ of not having a personality could you?

The race started with military precision at 10 am and on leaving the castle, moved through Old Market Square and on to Wollaton Park.  The first part of the race was a virtual procession (Neutralised) and the race proper started at Trowell Road, near the M1, before climbing into Derbyshire and the Peak District.

Australia’s Leigh Howard eventually outsprinted Mark Cavendish to win the stage as it ended in Cheshire, 41/2 hrs later.

Stage Result

Stage Two, Nottingham to Knowsley, 180.7km
1) Leigh Howard, AUS, Orica GreenEDGE, 4:31:09
2) Mark Cavendish, GBR, Team Sky, same time
3) Boy Van Poppel, NED, UnitedHealthcare Pro Cycling, same time
4) Steele Von Hoff, AUS, Garmin – Sharp, same time
5) Russ Downing, GBR, Endura Racing, same time
6) Sep Vanmarcke, BEL, Garmin – Sharp, same time
7) Wesley Kreder, NED, Vacansoleil – DCM, same time
8) Nathan Haas, AUS, Garmin – Sharp, same time
9) Sam Bennett, IRL, AN Post Sean Kelly, + 0.01
10) Luke Rowe, GBR, Team Sky, same time

For all my Tour of Britain photo’s see:


Thetford Winter Series – Round 4 2012

Round 4

Sunday 26 th February 2012 saw the final round of the Thetford Winter Series.  The week before the race I’d had a really busy time, getting organised for the Nottinghamshire School Games as part of my job (A bit like the Olympics only smaller :-)), so with a few 12 hour days and 250 mile round trip to Thetford, I really thought I had wrecked my chances of a good race.

This coupled with no training since the previous weekends 50 mile ride up and down the canals of Erewash (Lovely!),  wasn’t filling me with confidence, in fact I was even thinking of not racing at all after pre-riding the course with my brother and a friend on the Saturday, and barely being able to keep up with them in places.

Still Sunday morning came and I got myself motivated, went through all the usual routines of making up drinks bottles, preparing a food belt and picking out my kit.

The weather was warm and many of the 600 riders were in short sleeves, the gun went off and I was soon pedaling like mad, and trying to stay far enough away from the guy in front and to the side, behind to make sure I didn’t cause an accident.  I knew I was going to have to average a 30 minute lap to beat the bar, and I knew this was going to be tough going with the preparation I’d had (Not!),  so I tried to maintain a good pace but also to reserve some energy at the same time, this seemed to work with the first 6 mile lap coming in at 27.45 mins about 4 mins behind the leaders, subsequent laps were 28, 29 and 30 mins, I was about 4 minutes under the 2 hr cut off which was a result in itself.  I was determined to put in a good last lap a pushed as hard as I could although every joint, muscle and breath were painful.

Coming into the finish I knew a rider in my category had clawed his way back to me and was going to do his best to ‘Drop me’ in the last 1/2 mile so I cranked up the gears, got into a time trial position and pushed as hard as I could.  I never looked round (A sign of weakness right!) but I could hear him panting, puffing and swearing, I managed to hold him off through the line, whereupon which both congratulated each other and collapsed on the floor.

The satisfaction of having finished all 4 rounds successfully and with consistent positions, the last one being my best (46th) felt good.  Looking forward to Mud, Sweat and Gears in May!!

The moral of the story being “You may feel at your worst, but if you apply yourself that’s when you’re at your best”.

Thetford Winter Series – Round 3 2012

Having recently been made redundant I had enjoyed the freedom for a few weeks of training 5 times a week, with up to 250 km a week being covered, so was really looking forward to the up coming race.

On Sunday morning 500 eager riders lined up on the start line to battle it out for either 2 or 4 hrs.

Even though the temperature was about 2 degrees I soon warmed up, and put in a good first lap of just over 37 mins, with the leaders lapping in about 33 mins.

As the race progressed I tried to work together with my old friend Adam Williams to keep the pace up, this worked for a while but coming towards the end of lap three Adam tailed off to leave me on my own.

I made it to the finish with 3 minutes to spare before the 2 hr barrier came down – this was a relief! However mentally I took my foot off the pedal and with no-one pushing me I started feeling weak, hungry and slow. The result being a last lap 5 minutes slower than the one before.

Slightly disappointed with my 49th position but lessons to learn for next time, fuel up properly, longer training rides (3 hrs plus) and don’t relax on the last lap.

In memory of my old coach Wilf Paish who died on this day in 2010.

Craft Bike Trans Germany 2011

In August 2011 I competed in my first stage race abroad, the Trans Germany.  This is a 4 day cross-country race covering 335 km and has a fearsome reputation.  This short article about my adventures was published in my village magazine ‘The Roundabout’

Read it here

Check out a video of the race here