Firstly I wouldn't use a modern set of rollers with smooth bearings and parabolic drums. I'd used a set that at best guess were 25 years old and had sat rusting in the back of a garage for at least 22 of these 25 years until their recent discovery. They would have bearings that sounded like a load of tin cans sat on top of a demented washing machine. Secondly I'd use my newly acquired road bike which I hadn't yet managed to set up into a state that was either comfortable or well balanced and on which I needed to shift myself all over the saddle in an attempt to get vaguely stable whilst I tried to pedal. And finally I'd choose a two hour interval session in which to try all this out.
|Rollers and torture rack at the Tower of London - Spot the difference|
After a couple of practice sessions and only once ending up on the floor, I decided that I was ready to embark on the main event. Not wanting to be too cocky about this I carefully placed the rollers in the door frame so I had something sturdy on both sides of me. And so off I went. After a rather sketchy start I got my eye in, picked up momentum and things got a little easier.
After 20 minutes I decided I was going to have to try and have a drink. I was so pleased with myself for managing to get my bottle out the cage that I stopped concentrating for a moment and nearly plummeted off. With order restored I managed a couple of sips and attempted to return my bottle to its home. In theory this procedure was only a little more challenging than removing it. After some sharp side to side swerves and the accompanying ricocheting in the door frame I confessed I was rather relieved when I dropped my bottle. At least if it wasn't within reach I had an excuse not to try and drink again and therefore save myself from a certain crash.
From then on things went ok. I managed to change gear. I managed to hit the heart rates I was supposed to. I even managed my second lot of sprints with a little more control than the first. The post session recovery was a rude awakening as the massive drop off in gyroscopic force as I clunked down the gears left me scooting side to side for a full 10 minutes.
But I did it. I managed a full 2 hours and despite some incredibly close shaves, I didn't fall off. But just in case it was a complete fluke, the next session will probably be on the turbo.