I hear you. Last year in sunny Brighton a bunch of clubmates and I went for it and one day we happened upon a stretch of black ice at the bottom of a hill caused by a drain overflowing from a leaky pipe (it was otherwise bone-dry, which lulled us into a false sense of security). One of us snapped a collarbone and broke a tooth. Another of us hit her head and got a concussion - didn’t know where she was or why she was there. I got off lightly with torn bibs, a massive bruise on my hip and a sore neck. We all gave up after that
Can’t even attempt it this year due to work, but I might prefer to train inside anyway after that
I’ve done my full share of stupid stuff. Festive 500 has never appealed. I’ve done a 300km ride in February, in East Anglia (Eastern England for those who don’t know). Twice, in fact. The first one, was riding a 200k Audax event with an 8am start, and then ride 100km home to Cambridge - I recall stopping outside some farm and asking directions - in the dark at probably 10pm.
“Where are you going?”
“Where have you come from?”
“You’re mad” etc
Think I got home about 1am. I recall it being very spooky in Thetford Forest at 11pm. And I wasn’t alone - there were Travellers around.
I did one straight from home about 2 weeks later, and it was properly cold, -8C by the time I finished, so that when I turned a little towards the wind, my eyelids stopped opening and shutting properly and my water bottles had frozen to slush. Fortunately it was very dry so there was no ice.
No thank you.
Here in Bristol there is an organised 500km event to get it done in one go.