Climatised to the icy starts now, the thought of a long hot shower post ride, keeps the spirits up when fingers, toes, nose and other small parts are suffering the cold air. 15 brave souls faced a gentle southerly for the 38km OC's lap. Good to catch up with a few only seen weekly. The Rudd Rd dash saw Nick bolt early, the little missile Bo was boxed in, and i bedded in the new12 tooth to get the chocolates. (reassuring not to have the chain jump teeth in a sprint anymore) Tempting to dig into the treats at the Butterfactory but there's a long weekend of breakfast rides ahead.
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| Sundays breakfast with champions |
Sundays' 2 degrees tested tenacity but the thought of cooked breakfast drove us on. The OC lap but with mates from the Tuesday & Thursday thrash. Lots of talk about not sprinting, but the "smiling asassin" and Leon wound up the pace which was just too much temptation for Bo! A decadent breakfast follwed with lots of laughs
Tough to wake on Monday to face a holiday and the task of doing it all again with the P&W's. Not! A 50km toaster loop this time (must find a toaster and place it where the old one once was) in the 2 degree chilly air with 9 of the die hard crew. Princess finally unveiled the bike he'd had squirrelled away for ages, a very flash Avanti in shades of matte & shiny carbon with appropriate Mavic Carbone's. An appropriate weapon for the Chadster, dapper in a new kit too. Great conversation with Fee, Grasshopper (we're gunna miss him) , Cougargirl, a steadily thinning Ironman Ayto, Guysy, Stace and the clan, followed again by a delicious breakfast. Carbo's burnt, carbo's loaded. Spoilt.
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| Princess and the new Avanti staelth bomber |
Quite hard to face the reality of going back to work Tuesday. Harder still was the 1.2 degrees start. 7 others prepared to ride so that makes it bearable. At least there was no wind, but i could swear the penguins by the side of the road were frozen solid! A solid effort by all for a 32km/h average. Almost a heart attack on the way home. Car shot into a main intersection (running late for work?) instead of giving way. My big swerve toward the traffic island managed to avoid me becoming a bonnet badge. It was only then that the brain dead driver looked and slammed on the brakes. Obviously 380 lumens of light couldn't penetrate his eyelids! Much profanity ensued! (flashbacks of rolling over the bonnet of a Commodore 18 months ago) So word up; maroon Navara dual cab at 7.05 am means battlestations! The nerves had calmed enough during the morning so a 45km circuit with a dozen hospital group in the evening. A decent bunch and an effort to hold on for second after launching way to early. Got to 53km/h when the youthful Mr Allemand shot past me with 100 metres to go (reality is a hard pill to swallow) so no hope for this old boy. Got home with the appetite as big as the want for rest.
Fog as thick as a brick Wednesday and only 7 P&W's to start. Minus 1 may have something to do with it!Riding near the centre of the road 'cause we couldn't see the edge. Little Grasshopper well and truely firing on the front, being paired with him was a genuine workout. Not a lot left near the end and happy to see Matty take the win. A great sprint by the much improved Scotty (CPG) for 2nd. Pleased with a 34km/h average. Train in sight, Cats not! Home to thaw out under a hot shower. Aaahh, the simple pleasures of a hot coffee and a piece of raisin toast.
Thursday was the same temperature and actually got the long leggins out today. An eerie sight of a lunar eclipse on the way out, a three quarter orange-red ring around the moon above a foggy paddock was a good distraction from the cold. Good to see 8 turn up in these conditions. Nice work by all to get back into town to see the train leaving (and to beat those pussys home!). A big attack of the "cant-be-bothereds" on Thursday night. Nice to veg out on the couch. Up early as usual Friday morning but the sound of early rain cancelled any thought of riding. Breakfast in lycra like many others i'd guess.
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| P&W breakfast |
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