September 19, 2009
James Bowthorpe becomes the fastest cyclist to circle the globe
Helen Nugent
to not show photographer information –>
James Bowthorpe
here with the id “dynamic-image-navigation” is used so that the innerHTML can be written to by the JS call below. –>
Recommend? (6)
–>
He has survived an ambush in Iran, a collision with a wombat in Australia, food poisoning in India and tendonitis in both ankles. But the fastest man to pedal around the globe believes it was all worth it.
When James Bowthorpe cycles into Hyde Park, Central London, this afternoon he will have completed an 18,000-mile bike ride across 20 countries in less than six months, beating the world record by 20 days.
Last night, as he completed the final leg, he told The Times: “The best thing about the trip was the people. I’ve been shown some amazing kindness – I’ve had free meals and clothes and bike maintenance. The mechanic at Bullmoose Brothers in Kentucky gave me the cranks off his own bike when mine failed. “There have been some idiots but not many – the person who threw a kebab at me out of their car window somewhere in Western Australia definitely isn’t getting an invite to the welcome-home party.”
Although Mr Bowthorpe, 32, is proud of his achievement, beating the record set last year by the Scottish cyclist Mark Beaumont was not uppermost in his mind. After watching his grandfather suffer with Parkinson’s disease, raising money for research into the condition was his main priority.
Related Links
- Modern quests missing the ‘Wow!’ factor
- Cyclist takes on world trip in his front room
- Cycling round the globe in 150 days
Before he embarked on his challenge in March, Mr Bowthorpe, from Balham, South London, signed up with What’s Driving Parkinson’s, a research clinic at King’s College Hospital in London. “To raise enough money I knew I would have to do something really tough,” he said. So far he has accumulated £55,000 out of a £1.8 million target.
“I’m looking forward to applying the same persistence that got me round the world on two wheels to the task of raising more cash for WDP’s research.” Although Mr Bowthorpe was clocking up to 150 miles a day by the end of his trip, his “leisurely” pace was more than 100 miles each day. Not even a severe bout of food poisoning in India could stop him: on a day when he could eat no food he managed to cover 132 miles.
It has been an incredible journey. When Mr Bowthorpe set out from Hyde Park on March 29, he knew to expect wind, rain, temperatures of 40C (104F) and fearsome headwinds. He anticipated treacherous terrain in countries as diverse as Ukraine, Turkey, Malaysia and Canada. But nothing could have prepared him for flying kebabs or bandits in Iran.
A wombat was less easy to avoid. “Everyone thinks ooh, wombats, they sound cute, and when the Australians warned me to look out for them at night, I laughed them off. Sure enough, I hit one going downhill at speed into a town called Eden. They’re massive, it was like hitting a brick wall. My bike folded up and I went flying over the handlebars.
“The wombat ran off and I limped into town, luckily with only scratches and bruises.”
The wombat did not figure on his list of bad memories.“The worst things have been headwinds, they’re so demoralising,” he said. “Illness is hard to deal with on such a tight schedule. I got very low after I left India and I was so sick that I couldn’t leave my Thai hotel room for five days. I thought I might have to give up. And I was almost kidnapped in Iran.”
Described by Mr Bowthorpe as “the worst half-hour of my life”, as he left a small Iranian town after dark he was confronted by five men in a car who followed him for three miles.
“I was going quickly and managed to swerve out of the way as they tried to grab me off the bike,” He wrote on his blog. “There was other traffic on the road which might have made them hesitate. They were soon back alongside, edging me off the road.
The principal grabber had moved to the front passenger seat and was leaning out of the window shouting: ‘Passport! Passport!’”
Thankfully, two teenagers came to Mr Bowthorpe’s aid and called a friend from the Iranian Army. “His name was Abdullah and he explained that the people in the car would at least attack me and take my bike, passport, everything. He ran his finger across his throat, who knows?”
1 Comment
He has survived an ambush in Iran, a collision with a wombat in Australia, food poisoning in India and tendonitis in both ankles. But the fastest man to pedal around the globe believes it was all worth it.
When James Bowthorpe cycles into Hyde Park, Central London, this afternoon he will have completed an 18,000-mile bike ride across 20 countries in less than six months, beating the world record by 20 days.
Last night, as he completed the final leg, he told The Times: “The best thing about the trip was the people. I’ve been shown some amazing kindness – I’ve had free meals and clothes and bike maintenance. The mechanic at Bullmoose Brothers in Kentucky gave me the cranks off his own bike when mine failed. “There have been some idiots but not many – the person who threw a kebab at me out of their car window somewhere in Western Australia definitely isn’t getting an invite to the welcome-home party.”
Although Mr Bowthorpe, 32, is proud of his achievement, beating the record set last year by the Scottish cyclist Mark Beaumont was not uppermost in his mind. After watching his grandfather suffer with Parkinson’s disease, raising money for research into the condition was his main priority.
Related Links
- Modern quests missing the ‘Wow!’ factor
- Cyclist takes on world trip in his front room
- Cycling round the globe in 150 days
Before he embarked on his challenge in March, Mr Bowthorpe, from Balham, South London, signed up with What’s Driving Parkinson’s, a research clinic at King’s College Hospital in London. “To raise enough money I knew I would have to do something really tough,” he said. So far he has accumulated £55,000 out of a £1.8 million target.
“I’m looking forward to applying the same persistence that got me round the world on two wheels to the task of raising more cash for WDP’s research.” Although Mr Bowthorpe was clocking up to 150 miles a day by the end of his trip, his “leisurely” pace was more than 100 miles each day. Not even a severe bout of food poisoning in India could stop him: on a day when he could eat no food he managed to cover 132 miles.
It has been an incredible journey. When Mr Bowthorpe set out from Hyde Park on March 29, he knew to expect wind, rain, temperatures of 40C (104F) and fearsome headwinds. He anticipated treacherous terrain in countries as diverse as Ukraine, Turkey, Malaysia and Canada. But nothing could have prepared him for flying kebabs or bandits in Iran.
A wombat was less easy to avoid. “Everyone thinks ooh, wombats, they sound cute, and when the Australians warned me to look out for them at night, I laughed them off. Sure enough, I hit one going downhill at speed into a town called Eden. They’re massive, it was like hitting a brick wall. My bike folded up and I went flying over the handlebars.
“The wombat ran off and I limped into town, luckily with only scratches and bruises.”
The wombat did not figure on his list of bad memories.“The worst things have been headwinds, they’re so demoralising,” he said. “Illness is hard to deal with on such a tight schedule. I got very low after I left India and I was so sick that I couldn’t leave my Thai hotel room for five days. I thought I might have to give up. And I was almost kidnapped in Iran.”
Described by Mr Bowthorpe as “the worst half-hour of my life”, as he left a small Iranian town after dark he was confronted by five men in a car who followed him for three miles.
“I was going quickly and managed to swerve out of the way as they tried to grab me off the bike,” He wrote on his blog. “There was other traffic on the road which might have made them hesitate. They were soon back alongside, edging me off the road.
The principal grabber had moved to the front passenger seat and was leaning out of the window shouting: ‘Passport! Passport!’”
Thankfully, two teenagers came to Mr Bowthorpe’s aid and called a friend from the Iranian Army. “His name was Abdullah and he explained that the people in the car would at least attack me and take my bike, passport, everything. He ran his finger across his throat, who knows?”
!–<>!–>!–>!–>