The Antarctic weather blew in overnight to remind us winter isn't finished just yet. Barely 2 degrees and a southwester blowing off a glacier to cool the enthusiasm for Saturdays trip. Rolled down to the Peppermill to find Meags and Hayles from team hardcore ready to attack the circuit. Andrew was the only other to attend, others it seems seeking asylum with other groups. Dave at least enrolled for duty near Mt Nicolaci, pleased to have another Argon (Hayles') in the pack. All agreed to the old circuit but navigation was difficult with the clouds low enough to mimick fog. Hayles as smooth as silk in TT pose (Port Mac experience no doubt) Andrew & Dave not sparing speed either. A dozen Pussycats braved the elements too, southbound near River Rd (spied a certain Greendawg lurking at the back, ready to pounce i'd guess) as we all repeatedly wiped the damp from the glasses to keep track of the course in Boundary Rd. Nice to have Meags rolling through tapping out long turns, all up to Ford Rd to face the music of a head wind. A few recognisable faces within the Goats and Muppets heading east, we finally arrived at Rudd Rd to be spared the toil of the breeze for a cruise through town, coffee and banana toast as first prize for finishing (Meags murdered French toast instead). B grade arrived with a few 6.30 regulars aboard (turncoats I say) for a lengthy verbal interlude. Much discussion on the future of Saturdays 6.30 ride, course and start time up for debate. Hopefully consensus rules.
Bit of a birthday bash Saturday night with Fee, THM, Stace, HWK, Sootie, Meags and Fox, Hayles and even Choppy to carbo load on Fat Yak's in celebration. Lots of bike banter with great mates made a great night for an old fart.
Adopted teachers' hours (subtle sledge, no offence meant Meags, Fox, Nick et al) Sunday morning with a fair sleep in till 7.15, layed back breakfast and finally on the road by 9.15 for a solo clockwise Toaster loop. The Shepp Marathon was well underway with runners slogging out and back the Boulevard (Matt T seen stretching out the legs well). A confrontation with a over zealous marshall (the Hard Man) waving a slow bat was dismissed with a threatened fist :-) and a cheerful good morning, out past the Golf Course feeling a south westerly building. Turning east in Wanganui did the ego good, holding 40 (with a reasonable push) kept the odometer ticking over quickly. Princess & Minto neared DECA, just arriving back from a lap, but few others on the road. I'd probably regret a self imposed target of holding 40 till the Emu (which wasn't quite successful) but was pleased to make a 38.5 average to turn into Cosgrove North Rd. Spotted Nick, Norm & GT so slowed for a yarn, GT prevoiusly going base over apex when inattention caused him to brush Norm's rock steady and still upright wheel. A few bumps and bruises to mend I think. Social intercourse ended at the Boundary/Old Dookie intersection, the trio shortcutting home, me continuing the big lap solo. So tempting to take the easy way in Channel Rd (sheilded a bit from wind) but the head told the legs to harden up for a slog down Mitchell to face reality. The prior average was relinquished for something a bit more achieveable for this sad old engine, content to maintain 32 into the 22km/h headwind. The chicken in me argued Archer Rd home but the stubborn / martyr side won out for the full distance via Raftery. At least the last few k's were only hindered by a side wind making a 2029 calorie ride at 33.8 worth a 490 calorie coffee and chocolate brownie at the Butterfactory fair reward.
Just Fee & THM showed for P&W's on Monday (apologies from Cougs...crook), maybe minus half a degree had some part in attendance shortfall? An extra two minutes wait proved unfruitful, so eastward bound the trio traversed indian file. Sunrise is noticably earlier, the icy atmostphere far more noticable though (pain diverted glancing at naked cows in paddocks chewing on frozen cud) It was no hinderance to Fee slogging along at a handy speed on the TT, Griffo's attempt at a nose blow blew him OTA though. Slowing after the pub till he caught on, Rabbit (Tony?) passed slowly, dissapearing into the light fog laying on Boundary Rd. A bit before the Mitchell dog-leg the felines slowly passed too, a shivered greeting from a few. Just a minute elapsed before a slow 51 train overtook and set about hauling in the Cats. Fee awarded the QOM polka dots for Mt Nicolaci, our trio stuck together to complete the course, triple the effort than that of the larger bunches. Suprised to see a tripped over Toyota in Raftery Rd, thankfully we all got home upright.
Chose a quiet lap with Cougs (recovering from a dose of the lurgi) Tuesday morning, rolling out a a k behind two very neat rows of Couldabeens. Chris A rolled up behind us chasing a ride with the 51 train after missing their start. I must be getting a bit too familiar with winter, it felt mild today (and it only reached 3) Enjoyed seeing the scenery outside the headlights beam, the sun rising two minutes earlier each day. The 6.17 Cats train headed south, the 6.20 Goats train passed the piggery and the 6.22 #51 express was full steam ahead on schedule at the Old Dookie Rd crossing. A quiet lap finished in good time, a few extra minutes to prepare for the days toil.
The regular handful of Hospital bunch ("Team Psycho"?) were waiting Tuesday night outside the local mental health facility (ironic?), nice to see the member for Toolamba at the start. Mike was having another attempt, as usual i was paired with the youthful exuberance of Nathan after some shifty riders shifted. The Dalton dynamo needs some samples taken, performing at his best in recent weeks. A steady stream of riders joined in en route swelling the pack to 20 plus, we even had 5 anti-clockwise crew u-turn to head clockwise wih us (till Channel Rd at least) The turn at the Emu brought some relief from the 10k ENE breeze, but Bomber blistered the bitumen to shut everyone up, calm restored at Boundary Rd when he and the diesel Steigy's turn ended.Squeezed a few sentences in with Gools, some time off the the bike hasn't slowed him a bit. Nath and I shared front-of-house duty for the first 2k's of River Rd, but soon after Bomber teased more pace from those unfortunate ones at the pointy end. Many sighs of hope when he exited at Kialla Hall. Rob plucked up some horsepower for a go at the front near Archer, Dave shot away at Mt Nicolaci only to be hauled back in with traffic at Melbourne Rd. The right hand row of riders became extinct nearing Arcadia Downs, volunteers for the headwind at the front came down to Dalton, Nath and me thereafter. My candle had burned both ends at 45 with half a k left, Nath spent all his pennies at 46 with 200 to go, tactician Robbo shot out of the barrel for the sprint then resigned, allowing Gools the victory. 5th satisfying (a long string of lights strung out behind) at 35.4, the 43k covered in 1.12.25. Hats off to Mike who finished.
Only Stace & Fee at the P&W start Wednesday morning, no Meags, THM or Princess (but at least apologies from Cougs) even waited and extra two minutes to no avail. The single file trio pushed into a 20k NNE wind, nearly had to call 000 'cause the girls were on fire. The big struggle was with wildlife, ducks, magpies and rabbits aplenty static on the tarmac. Despite the threatening clouds only a handful of drops fell from the heavens, mild at 10 degrees too. 51 finally caught us at Melbourne Rd, train driver Nev nearly had the carriages un-hooked, 2 of their young guns were motorpaced a minute or two behind (passed us at Arcadia Downs) Our trio crossed the line, 8 Cats couldn't catch or match. We graciously relinquished our lead on the roll through town so the poor pooped puddytats pride wasn't humbled by a hot harem.
Early duty at the coalface prevented a lap with the Couldabeens on Thursday, but rolled out earlier (or was blown out to be accurate) only to face a fair workout to get back home, but that's part of the challenge isn't it? The big challenge though was spotting the charcoal grey 4x4 minus headlights (and without sanity) at the Doyles Rd intersection, thankfully collision avoided. (the "what's the matter" look on the drivers face takes the cake) Thursday night's horizon had rain written all over it, a night off enjoyed instead.
A much improved P&W attendance on Friday, Irongirls Stace & Hayles, Hard Man, Cougs, Meags and Sootie (great to have him back on two wheels after a knee rebuild). Cougs' pace was on from the start, Meags belting out long turns too. Picked up Fitzy near Channel Rd, then new rider Matt joined in at the top of Mitchell (a recent Couldabeens baptism was a bit much tempo for him). Into a head wind for the long Mitchell Rd stretch, Hayles tapping out a very smooth and strong turn, Stace duplicating the effort (as Irongirls do). THM was looking for a tow up Mt. Nicolaci and Fitzy almost was run down by an Area 51 attack as they passed us just over the highway. A neat lap by the team to complete another week, adeiu to winter at last.
Week 35 370km 13,320 calories (242 Weet-Bix) 32 average YTD 13,329km
"In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends"
Martin Luther King 1929-1968
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Week 34
Another busy Saturday meant an early ride with Trev's posse (but no Trev, temperature the reason? GG missing too). Rocket, Ryan, Cougs, Shorty and Jason were keen participants, particularly with a breezy southwest assistance. Pedalled out Channel and up Boundary with an effort allowing a chin wag. A different scenario for the westward route home though, the breeze upsized to a stiff 28km/h. Ryan was the fit one boring into the head wind in the 30's, thankfully a great team spirit bonded the group for the almost relentless slog to Rudd Rd. (funny how the gusts, up to 35km/h, always hit when you're out in the open) Great relief getting back to town, bikes smeared with that lovely post rain road grime, but not a concern drinking hot coffee in the Lemontree's hospitality, much talk and philosophy on all matters of bike & riders.
A steady P&W lap on Monday morning with Princess, Fee, Cougs & Meags (too hard for THM to crawl out from under the doona it seems) and a chance to chat over the weekends action. No evidence of wind but felt like someone had the handbrake on heading out Old Dookie Rd. A respectful ride, all given the chance to do their bit, Meags granted some respite after a decent circuit Sunday. Cats passed a little before Central Kialla Rd, Matho delivering usual cheek and Vince with usual cheer. Tony & BP silently hanging 20 metres behind. The toil of Mitchell & Rafterys' Rd done as a team, all across the bridge at the end with the creek risen to almost meet it.
Maybe the guilt of taking Sunday off (the first since early June) was too much, or the weather looking crook late in the week did it? Concience decided a longer lap on Monday night, a toaster loop but out to the Cosgrove quarry adding 14k to the total. A light north east wind spelled a tail wind home, so out past the golf course and head down for the l-o-n-g drag out to Boral's big pot-hole at Cosgrove. Nearing Verney Rd, perused pedestrian Princess perambulating puppy (there goes that verbal affliction again!) but the real concentration was on attempting to hold a decent rate of speed. It's a long way to the Emu, another 6k further seems forever. Hopes of an early spring seeing canola flowering, much more spring in the legs turning down Quarry Rd then west onto New Dookie Rd. It seemed further than 6k to the church (down to the 14 tooth sprocket and trying to stay on top of the gear maybe to blame) but it finally appeared with a smudge of pink sunset amongst the blue grey cloud as a backdrop. One or two solo riders were about, unidentified in the dark, thankfully the speedo was too. Maybe the legs act as metronomes, maybe the sense of speed seems slow but there's something about riding at night. Found myself pushing to a point between sore and survival, knowing it's a long way home with an empty tank. The long haul of Boundary and Mitchell done, onto Raftery (now an effort with the breeze swinging a bit north) and a final push to the finish line to discover the Raftery bridge half a metre under water and the road closed! Bugger! A compulsory u-turn, ride all the way back to Melbourne Rd then north into the breeze again back to town, 12 extra k's unplanned. Something strangely satisfying though turning over 77k's at 33.8 on a winters' night. A dozen donuts worth anyway.
Got to the Archer St shops early Tuesday morning to witness a mass roll up of Couldabeens, including a maiden voyage from Liam and a newbie, Matt. Not 3 metres travelled by the bunch when 2 seperate punctures stopped the stampede, Jason and newcommer Matt succumed to glass. Extra chat whilst super spannerman Nath assisted a rapid change, then rolled out for the usual route. The call of "all on" drove us up to Doyles Rd, but we weren't "all on", half the pack 100 metres back chasing. Slowly up to the school where the bunch reformed, then a solid push up to Boundary, many keen to make up for lost time. A southward bound group of 10 just beat us to the Boundary Rd intersection, but by the Broken bridges we were in the draft of a gaggle of Goats. A good move to rotate through rather than overtake, by the time Vince & Rocket hit the front we were in warp drive. Recognised Brendan & Keith amongst their clan (a pair of lasses bumping up the good looks department) but smoothness and speed reigned supreme for the Couldabeens. In the 40's most of Mitchell Rd kept many peaceful, all opting for the Archer St finish with the Seven Creek blocking the Raftery Rd. bridge. Quite a bit of surging nearing the Alternative Route and coupled with unfamiliar riders, I kept out of the pointy end (ably overpowered by Nath) to tap home for a keen 35.8 average.
A decent showing at the hospital Tuesday night too, Scotty, Sav, Rob, Nath, Axle, Hamish and Mike (the comeback kid) rolled away on cue, add-ons of Kev and Simmo in Verney Rd, Robbo and Mitch in Ford Rd and the member for Toolamba in Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd. Nice to be in the draft for the run out to the emu, Robbo and Mitch playing tow truck for all. A split group after the church (Reece now attached) but all reformed beyond the toaster....minus Mike (a bit more training needed?) but replaced with legal Steve on a opulent new Oppy C7. Dave and Hamish paired up at the front to tear one anothers legs off to the pub (seniority ruled) , Reece vamping up the velocity to the right turn into River Rd. All went sensible till the last k, Robbo and Mitch pouring fuel on the fast fire. I'd managed to draw breath in Mitchell Rd but sharing the front with Mitch into the wind in Archer didn't last long. Only a few volunteered their services at the front for the slog to the finish when Reece just rode away into the distance with 2.5k to go, Mitch hung on for 2nd, Hamish 3rd, Nath the saviour for my 4th. Fuelled up a very emty tank with 35.1 logged.
Wednesday. 5.00am. Alarm. Arise. Baselayer. Thermal. Armwarmers. Knicks. Jersey. Socks. Porridge. Coffee. Toilet. Wash. Toothbrush. Shoes. Booties. Gloves. Helmet. Glasses. Battery. Bike. Phone. Text. ("Rain") Investigate. Confirmed. Bugger! A morning off didn't hurt a bit. The bike received some much needed attention by the ace spanner skills of Nath today with new cables and a deraillier adjust, slick gearchanges now and ready now to take on the next 140K.
Thursday morning's mild 11 degrees was most agreeable, 16 Couldabeens thought so too, with a double rendition of happy birthday to both Vince and Foss, sharing the same d.o.b. A great line-up of the regulars, Chris the Pom on a comeback, Liam taking on round 2, Kel back for a visit, Bo no show though, a blow. (there goes that pathetic prose again) 20km/h of WNW (and gusts up to 30) propelled us out Channel Rd, in Boundary Rd Nath, Rocket and Gav made sure breakfast was either earned or burned. The bunch remained intact for the length of Mitchell Rd but the wind was as comfortable as hessian underwear. By the turn into Archer many had spent their energy quota so a survival team formed to plug away to the finish whilst the more enthused thrashed out a sprint. Could I hazard a guess at a Rocket victory? Big blue-grey clouds rolled in from the southwest on Thursday night cancelling thoughts for a circuit with the library bunch.
The weather was uncertain Friday too, but took the risk on the <yr.no> prediction of a 7am shower to squeeze a lap in. Some early assistance with a Coug's puncture prevented a P&W start, so rolled out Channel Rd in the hope of joining on. Quite a small straggly pack of Supercats were headed south, just one bike in the P&W position turned out to be Chris the Pom (seems he was the only starter) so took a steady pace of the flood abbreviated circuit. Cat Kelvin (towing two) joined on for a brief chat at the end of Boundary otherwise the tenacious trio soldiered on against the NNWer to be back in town for a scenic sunrise framed by threatening rainclouds. Just in the front door to hear the first spits of rain (7.04, how accurate is yr.no) was a most satisfying end to the week.
Week 34 342km 12,619 calories ( 15.6 Serious Lamb burgers) 33.1km/h average YTD 12,959km
"The cure for boredom is curiosity. (there is no cure for curiosity)" Dorothy Parker US poet 1893-1967
A steady P&W lap on Monday morning with Princess, Fee, Cougs & Meags (too hard for THM to crawl out from under the doona it seems) and a chance to chat over the weekends action. No evidence of wind but felt like someone had the handbrake on heading out Old Dookie Rd. A respectful ride, all given the chance to do their bit, Meags granted some respite after a decent circuit Sunday. Cats passed a little before Central Kialla Rd, Matho delivering usual cheek and Vince with usual cheer. Tony & BP silently hanging 20 metres behind. The toil of Mitchell & Rafterys' Rd done as a team, all across the bridge at the end with the creek risen to almost meet it.
Maybe the guilt of taking Sunday off (the first since early June) was too much, or the weather looking crook late in the week did it? Concience decided a longer lap on Monday night, a toaster loop but out to the Cosgrove quarry adding 14k to the total. A light north east wind spelled a tail wind home, so out past the golf course and head down for the l-o-n-g drag out to Boral's big pot-hole at Cosgrove. Nearing Verney Rd, perused pedestrian Princess perambulating puppy (there goes that verbal affliction again!) but the real concentration was on attempting to hold a decent rate of speed. It's a long way to the Emu, another 6k further seems forever. Hopes of an early spring seeing canola flowering, much more spring in the legs turning down Quarry Rd then west onto New Dookie Rd. It seemed further than 6k to the church (down to the 14 tooth sprocket and trying to stay on top of the gear maybe to blame) but it finally appeared with a smudge of pink sunset amongst the blue grey cloud as a backdrop. One or two solo riders were about, unidentified in the dark, thankfully the speedo was too. Maybe the legs act as metronomes, maybe the sense of speed seems slow but there's something about riding at night. Found myself pushing to a point between sore and survival, knowing it's a long way home with an empty tank. The long haul of Boundary and Mitchell done, onto Raftery (now an effort with the breeze swinging a bit north) and a final push to the finish line to discover the Raftery bridge half a metre under water and the road closed! Bugger! A compulsory u-turn, ride all the way back to Melbourne Rd then north into the breeze again back to town, 12 extra k's unplanned. Something strangely satisfying though turning over 77k's at 33.8 on a winters' night. A dozen donuts worth anyway.
Got to the Archer St shops early Tuesday morning to witness a mass roll up of Couldabeens, including a maiden voyage from Liam and a newbie, Matt. Not 3 metres travelled by the bunch when 2 seperate punctures stopped the stampede, Jason and newcommer Matt succumed to glass. Extra chat whilst super spannerman Nath assisted a rapid change, then rolled out for the usual route. The call of "all on" drove us up to Doyles Rd, but we weren't "all on", half the pack 100 metres back chasing. Slowly up to the school where the bunch reformed, then a solid push up to Boundary, many keen to make up for lost time. A southward bound group of 10 just beat us to the Boundary Rd intersection, but by the Broken bridges we were in the draft of a gaggle of Goats. A good move to rotate through rather than overtake, by the time Vince & Rocket hit the front we were in warp drive. Recognised Brendan & Keith amongst their clan (a pair of lasses bumping up the good looks department) but smoothness and speed reigned supreme for the Couldabeens. In the 40's most of Mitchell Rd kept many peaceful, all opting for the Archer St finish with the Seven Creek blocking the Raftery Rd. bridge. Quite a bit of surging nearing the Alternative Route and coupled with unfamiliar riders, I kept out of the pointy end (ably overpowered by Nath) to tap home for a keen 35.8 average.
A decent showing at the hospital Tuesday night too, Scotty, Sav, Rob, Nath, Axle, Hamish and Mike (the comeback kid) rolled away on cue, add-ons of Kev and Simmo in Verney Rd, Robbo and Mitch in Ford Rd and the member for Toolamba in Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd. Nice to be in the draft for the run out to the emu, Robbo and Mitch playing tow truck for all. A split group after the church (Reece now attached) but all reformed beyond the toaster....minus Mike (a bit more training needed?) but replaced with legal Steve on a opulent new Oppy C7. Dave and Hamish paired up at the front to tear one anothers legs off to the pub (seniority ruled) , Reece vamping up the velocity to the right turn into River Rd. All went sensible till the last k, Robbo and Mitch pouring fuel on the fast fire. I'd managed to draw breath in Mitchell Rd but sharing the front with Mitch into the wind in Archer didn't last long. Only a few volunteered their services at the front for the slog to the finish when Reece just rode away into the distance with 2.5k to go, Mitch hung on for 2nd, Hamish 3rd, Nath the saviour for my 4th. Fuelled up a very emty tank with 35.1 logged.
Wednesday. 5.00am. Alarm. Arise. Baselayer. Thermal. Armwarmers. Knicks. Jersey. Socks. Porridge. Coffee. Toilet. Wash. Toothbrush. Shoes. Booties. Gloves. Helmet. Glasses. Battery. Bike. Phone. Text. ("Rain") Investigate. Confirmed. Bugger! A morning off didn't hurt a bit. The bike received some much needed attention by the ace spanner skills of Nath today with new cables and a deraillier adjust, slick gearchanges now and ready now to take on the next 140K.
Thursday morning's mild 11 degrees was most agreeable, 16 Couldabeens thought so too, with a double rendition of happy birthday to both Vince and Foss, sharing the same d.o.b. A great line-up of the regulars, Chris the Pom on a comeback, Liam taking on round 2, Kel back for a visit, Bo no show though, a blow. (there goes that pathetic prose again) 20km/h of WNW (and gusts up to 30) propelled us out Channel Rd, in Boundary Rd Nath, Rocket and Gav made sure breakfast was either earned or burned. The bunch remained intact for the length of Mitchell Rd but the wind was as comfortable as hessian underwear. By the turn into Archer many had spent their energy quota so a survival team formed to plug away to the finish whilst the more enthused thrashed out a sprint. Could I hazard a guess at a Rocket victory? Big blue-grey clouds rolled in from the southwest on Thursday night cancelling thoughts for a circuit with the library bunch.
The weather was uncertain Friday too, but took the risk on the <yr.no> prediction of a 7am shower to squeeze a lap in. Some early assistance with a Coug's puncture prevented a P&W start, so rolled out Channel Rd in the hope of joining on. Quite a small straggly pack of Supercats were headed south, just one bike in the P&W position turned out to be Chris the Pom (seems he was the only starter) so took a steady pace of the flood abbreviated circuit. Cat Kelvin (towing two) joined on for a brief chat at the end of Boundary otherwise the tenacious trio soldiered on against the NNWer to be back in town for a scenic sunrise framed by threatening rainclouds. Just in the front door to hear the first spits of rain (7.04, how accurate is yr.no) was a most satisfying end to the week.
Week 34 342km 12,619 calories ( 15.6 Serious Lamb burgers) 33.1km/h average YTD 12,959km
"The cure for boredom is curiosity. (there is no cure for curiosity)" Dorothy Parker US poet 1893-1967
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Week 33
Felt so easy rolling out from home Saturday morning, no effort to get the bike up to speed, almost effortless to get the wheels humming, (lulled into great confidence of a fast lap) but at the end of the street the harsh reality of a chilly south wester slaps hard in your face. A fair effort needed to push 5+k's down to the Peppermill, so head down and h.t.f.u., a mild, wind-free ride is but a pipedream. BigMat (in the appropriate FdJ kit) , Steve, Nev, Cougs, Leon and Hoffy made up a compact but class team, the vote to the old course of Mitchell-Boundary-Ford-Wanganui Rd, no appeal left for the Karramomis route. Glad to have Steve & BigMat bear the brunt of the Raftery Rd head wind, good to welcome back the mayor of Toolamba cruising along near the Col d'Kialla. Hoffy's windtraining is paying dividends, now an elder statesman to be reckoned with, Nev his usual supersonic self but playing ball with us mere mortals. The side wind was bearable in Mitchell and Boundary was a breeze, BigMat and Steve now back on the front at a fair rate of knots. (Steve's speedo reading zero, BigMat's at 127! me thinks headlight batteries are playing havoc with wireless speedos) Strangely, just a handful of Cats were southbound near River Rd. The old course up Boundary and along Ford Rd brought back some memories, a lot less traffic today than what I remembered 6 months ago when this was the regular route. A few had a crack at the sprint in Rudd Rd (Nev chatting away whilst others, gasping, battled for second) but the group grouped for a cruise down the Boulevard into town, caffine mentally in our nostrils guiding the way. Sunshine had brought out many from hibernation, a fair sized tribe of goats outbound. Quite a yarn at the Butterfactory, a posse of pensioners joining in the think tank of prophecies and tall stories. Great to see Kylie back on the bike (resplendant in Couldabeens kit) , a gentle transition with the old-timers till former speed returns. Word reached us of a Cat crash that morning in Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd, a large canine bringing down several, the little Sprinter suffering bumps, grazes and bruises (x-rays thankfully absolved him of breaks) Get well soon Brendan, it's not a real sprint on Tuesday night without you nipping at the heels!
An early night Saturday (overwhelmed with boredom) meant early to rise Sunday (as Gran's have taught us) so the eyes sprung open at 5.30. Resisting the urge to ride is futile, stalled it till 7 though. Set off on a solo reverse P&W lap, a southerly still blowing a bit, cruised along Mitchell Rd to Orbital, Jessie Ware and Disclosure on the i-pod playlist to keep the mind off the relentless wind. Not out to break records but was pleased with the progress, Boundary no problem, Old Dookie particularly good despite a now stiff side wind. The flags at the tractor dealer have been shredded to mere threads in recent months, satisfiying then to knock over 40 at 33. Rolled straight to Nick's to take up his 8.30 invite for a lap, Beery making it a trio. The decision was the 7 bridges course, over to Tat, down to Toolamba, across Union Rd and back home via Central-Kialla, Mitchell & Raftery Rds. Those niggling winds didn't stop, Beery travelling well for one whos ridden twice in a month but Nick suffered in the headwind so short turns suited him. A 3k grind at the front in Dhurringile Rd burned my legs but it was a bit easier heading east with wind to the side. Out of Toolamba's traffic congestion (well, 2 cars) and approaching the highway we caught 2 Treks trekking a little slower (meeting Stella and Nigel) so eased up to include them for the trip home. A short sprint at the end (Beery made me do it) , but the reason was to fill the tank after 60k (added to the earlier 40 = hungry) Noble Monks got the majority vote, but coffee doesn't come in mugs, the tucker serves are small and the price isn't.
A few P&W's were lined up in the cold of Monday morning, Meags, Cougs, Tommygun, Weapon, Grant and long time no see 6'5" of Wookie, a great little team to tackle zero degrees (too cool for the Fox though, tightly wrapped in a toasted doona casing). Tempo favoured a chat here and there, caught up with Tommy's tragic transition at Cairns, Weapons' strategy to ride through winter, Wookie's finals hopes and Meags' sleep deprivation. Good load sharing of front duty by all, down to Melbourne Rd before Cats then Area 51 rounded us up. Greetings from Graeme, Kelvin, Vince, Mo and Eggy as they stretched away for a thrash to the finish line, solidarity ruled for us, close knit to finish a fresh 30k.
The cold had made way for wind on Tuesday, 7 degrees was bearable but the breeze was about to make us earn breakfast (or a second one). Another great roll up of Couldabeens, the Kenworth (out of breath again) GG with race wheels back on, Shorty, BigMat, Nick, Trav, Leon,Tim, Temple, Cougs, Chris (the pom), Rocket, Vince and at the very last moment, Daniel (to take a back seat for a tow up Channel Rd?) The 8k push out was worth the effort, a bonus breeze from behind for Boundary (and ok in Mitchell too, Vince's gps clocking 39 )concentration on wheels ahead and nearby, paramount. A lengthy but sensible wait at Melbourne Rd for traffic, and a dose of headwind reality in Raftery. Rocket bolted for the finish with top guns in pursuit, I'd grouped with team sensible for a team finish, 34.7 conquered Cats and the 7.03 train with ease, even after an eternity at the highway.
The bike turned 8 years old today, and right on cue, 140,000 clicked over on the ride. (Mmmm....averaging 17,500 p.a. confirms the disorder / psychosis / madness / dull social life?)
Showers swept across town at 4pm which spelled a night indoors, but the sun soon returned with a northwest blow dry of the roads restoring hopes of a ride Tuesday night. It was only Rob and Robbo though at the hospital, all others short of intestinal fortitude, no doubt sitting in warm loungerooms, watching "Being Lara Bingle" and eating Cheesels off their fingers (Sprinter excluded, valid reason for non-attendance) An unsual fog hung low out toward the Emu, earlier rain turning to rising steam off the warmer road. A steady tap around the circuit with the small concession of Channel Rd home, just as good a workout as the usual Tuesday night, about 10 turns on the front tonite with Robbo!
The regular ride of recouperation for Wednesday, navigation awkward with a mid strength fog (handy to get the bike dirty again, a bit of road grime and the odd squashed worm as decoration) Cougs' had nitrous for breakfast, a fair pace pushing through a foggy soup. The regular parade of peletons seen along Boundary Rd, just P&W's vocal (with quality sledging) . A neat #51 express topped off the display as we turned into Old Dookie Rd it felt a fraction easier, so Coug's lit the afterburner.
Thursdays Couldabeens were a mere shadow of the numbers on Tuesday, yet there was 8 degrees and barely a hint of wind to enjoy. Rocket, Leon, Kenworth, Nick & Shorty (all in the new kit) were at the start line, the absent BigMat the subject of much sledging. Bo & Kel were cruising along near the kinder to join on (need a note from home Kel, out of uniform!) the Kenworth on a performance enhancing breakfast propelled us at near warp speed out Channel Rd., Shorty, Leon & Nick rose to the occassion, Rocket needed no encouragement. Hadn't had Bo & Kel along for a while, just a few short sentences amongst the group today, oxygen intake was a higher priority. Leon exited in Archer Rd (must admit the thought crossed my mind to join him, legs were telling the head to give up and take a cruise home. We are but addicted to pain it seems?) Kel & Bo turned off at the highway, only 5 remained for the Raftery stage, turns at the front became a bit shorter a bit more frequently. Finding myself at the for the final time with 400 metres to go wasn't ideal (particularly with a Kenworth and a Rocket breathing down my neck) so upped the velocity to 46 to make them earn their medals. Expired early, Rocket 1, Kenworth 2. Just shy of a 36 km/h average was a fair effort for a small bunch, crossed the tracks with the train still taking on passengers.
The sky looked suspiciously suspect on Thursday night (forecast was ordinary too) so spannered on a new 56/44 ring combo (courtesy of the taxation Commissioners' favourable decision) and took a brief test ride. So therefore; For sale; one 53 tooth ring (64,000k's totally hammered) and one 38 tooth ring (pristine condition, used 4 times, comes with free cobwebs)
There's something salubriously sinful about sleeping in, listening to the rain pour down (Friday morning) pennance was the rubbish truck pulling up a few metres from the bedroom window emptying the bin at 6.05.
Week 33 388km 14,317 calories (41 coffee scrolls) 32.3 km/h average YTD 12,617km
"Those who make the worst of their time are the first to complain of it's brevity" Jean de la Bruyere :French essayist 1645-1696
An early night Saturday (overwhelmed with boredom) meant early to rise Sunday (as Gran's have taught us) so the eyes sprung open at 5.30. Resisting the urge to ride is futile, stalled it till 7 though. Set off on a solo reverse P&W lap, a southerly still blowing a bit, cruised along Mitchell Rd to Orbital, Jessie Ware and Disclosure on the i-pod playlist to keep the mind off the relentless wind. Not out to break records but was pleased with the progress, Boundary no problem, Old Dookie particularly good despite a now stiff side wind. The flags at the tractor dealer have been shredded to mere threads in recent months, satisfiying then to knock over 40 at 33. Rolled straight to Nick's to take up his 8.30 invite for a lap, Beery making it a trio. The decision was the 7 bridges course, over to Tat, down to Toolamba, across Union Rd and back home via Central-Kialla, Mitchell & Raftery Rds. Those niggling winds didn't stop, Beery travelling well for one whos ridden twice in a month but Nick suffered in the headwind so short turns suited him. A 3k grind at the front in Dhurringile Rd burned my legs but it was a bit easier heading east with wind to the side. Out of Toolamba's traffic congestion (well, 2 cars) and approaching the highway we caught 2 Treks trekking a little slower (meeting Stella and Nigel) so eased up to include them for the trip home. A short sprint at the end (Beery made me do it) , but the reason was to fill the tank after 60k (added to the earlier 40 = hungry) Noble Monks got the majority vote, but coffee doesn't come in mugs, the tucker serves are small and the price isn't.
A few P&W's were lined up in the cold of Monday morning, Meags, Cougs, Tommygun, Weapon, Grant and long time no see 6'5" of Wookie, a great little team to tackle zero degrees (too cool for the Fox though, tightly wrapped in a toasted doona casing). Tempo favoured a chat here and there, caught up with Tommy's tragic transition at Cairns, Weapons' strategy to ride through winter, Wookie's finals hopes and Meags' sleep deprivation. Good load sharing of front duty by all, down to Melbourne Rd before Cats then Area 51 rounded us up. Greetings from Graeme, Kelvin, Vince, Mo and Eggy as they stretched away for a thrash to the finish line, solidarity ruled for us, close knit to finish a fresh 30k.
The cold had made way for wind on Tuesday, 7 degrees was bearable but the breeze was about to make us earn breakfast (or a second one). Another great roll up of Couldabeens, the Kenworth (out of breath again) GG with race wheels back on, Shorty, BigMat, Nick, Trav, Leon,Tim, Temple, Cougs, Chris (the pom), Rocket, Vince and at the very last moment, Daniel (to take a back seat for a tow up Channel Rd?) The 8k push out was worth the effort, a bonus breeze from behind for Boundary (and ok in Mitchell too, Vince's gps clocking 39 )concentration on wheels ahead and nearby, paramount. A lengthy but sensible wait at Melbourne Rd for traffic, and a dose of headwind reality in Raftery. Rocket bolted for the finish with top guns in pursuit, I'd grouped with team sensible for a team finish, 34.7 conquered Cats and the 7.03 train with ease, even after an eternity at the highway.
The bike turned 8 years old today, and right on cue, 140,000 clicked over on the ride. (Mmmm....averaging 17,500 p.a. confirms the disorder / psychosis / madness / dull social life?)
Showers swept across town at 4pm which spelled a night indoors, but the sun soon returned with a northwest blow dry of the roads restoring hopes of a ride Tuesday night. It was only Rob and Robbo though at the hospital, all others short of intestinal fortitude, no doubt sitting in warm loungerooms, watching "Being Lara Bingle" and eating Cheesels off their fingers (Sprinter excluded, valid reason for non-attendance) An unsual fog hung low out toward the Emu, earlier rain turning to rising steam off the warmer road. A steady tap around the circuit with the small concession of Channel Rd home, just as good a workout as the usual Tuesday night, about 10 turns on the front tonite with Robbo!
The regular ride of recouperation for Wednesday, navigation awkward with a mid strength fog (handy to get the bike dirty again, a bit of road grime and the odd squashed worm as decoration) Cougs' had nitrous for breakfast, a fair pace pushing through a foggy soup. The regular parade of peletons seen along Boundary Rd, just P&W's vocal (with quality sledging) . A neat #51 express topped off the display as we turned into Old Dookie Rd it felt a fraction easier, so Coug's lit the afterburner.
Thursdays Couldabeens were a mere shadow of the numbers on Tuesday, yet there was 8 degrees and barely a hint of wind to enjoy. Rocket, Leon, Kenworth, Nick & Shorty (all in the new kit) were at the start line, the absent BigMat the subject of much sledging. Bo & Kel were cruising along near the kinder to join on (need a note from home Kel, out of uniform!) the Kenworth on a performance enhancing breakfast propelled us at near warp speed out Channel Rd., Shorty, Leon & Nick rose to the occassion, Rocket needed no encouragement. Hadn't had Bo & Kel along for a while, just a few short sentences amongst the group today, oxygen intake was a higher priority. Leon exited in Archer Rd (must admit the thought crossed my mind to join him, legs were telling the head to give up and take a cruise home. We are but addicted to pain it seems?) Kel & Bo turned off at the highway, only 5 remained for the Raftery stage, turns at the front became a bit shorter a bit more frequently. Finding myself at the for the final time with 400 metres to go wasn't ideal (particularly with a Kenworth and a Rocket breathing down my neck) so upped the velocity to 46 to make them earn their medals. Expired early, Rocket 1, Kenworth 2. Just shy of a 36 km/h average was a fair effort for a small bunch, crossed the tracks with the train still taking on passengers.
The sky looked suspiciously suspect on Thursday night (forecast was ordinary too) so spannered on a new 56/44 ring combo (courtesy of the taxation Commissioners' favourable decision) and took a brief test ride. So therefore; For sale; one 53 tooth ring (64,000k's totally hammered) and one 38 tooth ring (pristine condition, used 4 times, comes with free cobwebs)
There's something salubriously sinful about sleeping in, listening to the rain pour down (Friday morning) pennance was the rubbish truck pulling up a few metres from the bedroom window emptying the bin at 6.05.
Week 33 388km 14,317 calories (41 coffee scrolls) 32.3 km/h average YTD 12,617km
"Those who make the worst of their time are the first to complain of it's brevity" Jean de la Bruyere :French essayist 1645-1696
Friday, August 10, 2012
Week 32
Felt a little like Mr Iscariot Saturday morning, early duties meant abandoning the usual group and favouring Team Trev for a short 6am circuit. A lone bike was keenly spotted by Cougs turning into Channel Rd, so set off in pursuit, believing we may have missed the starting gun. Head down and tail up for the first few k's at a rapid pace, slowly reeling in the rider ahead, but half way up Channel we ceased to make further progress, our mystery rider turning up the wick. Into energy debt, the chase was called off (needed some horsepower to get home) opting to roll at a reasonable rate (and hoping Team Trev was behind). One bike headed west as we completed the east leg, then sure enough, a little way up Boundary Rd, lights were slowly catching, Trev, Shorty and Nath (our mystery man ahead in Channel Rd) came alongside. Any wonder our pursuit failed! A trip down memory lane heading over the rumble strips in Boundary, over the rail line and up to Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd, then homeward via Ford, Wanganui & Rudd. A steady speed, good conversation and the odd chuckle, (sprinting off the agenda) and a cruise through town for coffee and conversation at the Lemontree (home by 8, commitments catered to)
And on the seventh day the heavens thus opened to dampen the byways, and the Fossil took respite for as much as to soothe limbs wearied by distance. And the winds blew from afar, but great was the tranquility upon thy couch. Lo, a great dread fell upon his concience that he should be struck down with softness, but the comfort and warmth was too great. (Thoughts of those tackling the Vets TT and the DECA Duathlon, a northeaster steadily building and an odd shower would test any tenacity.)
The best laid plans of Stace & Fee came to nil on Monday morning, just Cougs and Hayles (fresh from a Sunday Duo win) for Mondays ride. A 15km/h westerly promised an easy journey out, but a bit tough heading home. 5k out, two bikes approached from the toaster, went past then u-turned to tack on our little train, Tommygun and Weapon (on 70.3 training) had arrived, a most welcome load sharing addition for the westerly home. Great turns by all ensued, but Mitchell Rd seemed twice as long. Approaching Archer Rd, Pussycats perambulated past politely (pardon profuse prose) but couldn't match the smoothness of the harem.
An urge to clock some distance inspired a Monday night lap, nearly 3 months since the last effort. Just remnants of the mornings' west breeze remained, the much travelled toaster circuit (anti-clockwise) chosen. Tried to balance the need for speed with the sense of survival, it's a long track back home. Quite the winter sunset to view in Boundary Rd (made movie-like listening to Radioheads "Like spinning plates") but the wind, now from the NNW, was as annoying as Mr Beiber flogging ProActive. A hint in the nostrils of someone's roast lamb cooking urged the legs on, a close call with a rampant possum bumped up the heart-rate heading to the toaster. Turned at the emu and turned concentration to the tunes (ironically Bag Raiders "Way back home") for the long drag back. Nice to get home and fill an empty tank, 33 averaged over the 55 earned dessert.
Tuesday was another 1 degree day! (that's 20 this year at that or below) 14 tenacious Couldabeens were game though, the Kenworth arrived out of breath (an HR boost in preparation?) even Trav ready to have a go after two tough weeks of holiday in Queensland. Good to have Vince back for a visit, Chris too decked out in the new kit. One of those rare days where Daniel dons longs, should have photgraphed it as proof. A good roll down Channel and enjoyed the tail-wind fringe benefits in Boundary Rd. Nick and Temple had a good dip, a newly detoxed Ryan matching well. Quite the suprise between Central Kialla Rd and Archer, a few hundred kilos of live steak (a bull) at the side of the road, spotted at the last moment lurking in the dark, had the adrenalin flowing. Thankfully we passed without incident, hooroo's to Leon and Daniel exiting in Archer. Energy levels are down a little today (last nights lap?) so valued a brief tow from the Kenworth in Raftery. All finished well (behind the Rocket of course) and won against the train.
The usual villans waiting at the hospital on Tuesday, Axel back off arvo shift, even Mike had ventured out from weeks in hibernation. Nath and Trev missing in action but the horsepower of Bomber, Robbo, Steigy and young Andy promised action. Numbers had built to 14 by the time we reached the Emu (collecting Sprinter, Mitch and Steve M along the way) and a group of 4 added at the toaster. Robbo served me up a tough workout at 40 on the front for Old Dookie Rd (i'll admit the weak northeaster was a little bonus) but all got a main course of rapid knots in River Rd with Bomber & Reece making the scenery pass at 46. Mike had long vanished, Sprinter absent too by Mitchell Rd. Had just crossed Melbourne Rd when Bomber launched an attack, Mitch and Reece in pursuit, and my tank almost empty. Thanks to Robbo driving the chase train several hung on for the minor places, dragged my tired bones across the line in 7th (looking back, a long scattered trail of lights behind) with 36.5km/h-140bpm average recorded.
A third set of Vredesteins fitted for the year (another good run of 5000+k's from the last set)
Another welcomed Wednesday ride, easier on the speed and easier on the sore bits (dimethicone, Phenol, meythlparaben, glyceryl stearate and Thymol helped too) Chris came along after a lengthy hiatus, Cougs a faithful regular, the almost bearable 5 degrees was overshadowed by a 20km/h northeaster (as enjoyable as a 3am mosquito). We were treated to a rousing greeting from the half dozen P&W's, difficult to make out who was who thereafter, a dozen strung out between the pub and the fig trees, 51 tight knit following up the rear about to swallow up all. The turn into Old Dookie heralded much relief, the wind propelling us home.
A dozen Couldabeens rolled out Thursday morning assisted by a decent south wester. Daniel back in the obligatory shorts, Kel back after a long absence (but not 100% well) and the regular mob of Nick, the Kenworth, Rocket, Cougs and Temple all having a good sledge at BigMat on his 354th comeback. Didn't deflate him, but did deflate his tyre just 4k's into the lap. A team stop for repairs dragged on a bit, but work commitments forced a short cut home. Missed the jovial atmostphere, missed the rapid progress into a head wind on the way home too.
Just two entrants at the library on Thursday night, Axel & Andy the only ones tough enough. Nath was cruising in the distance heading out the boulevard and was finally caught, the fearless foursome taking a vote on a steady ride out to the Emu and back home via Channel Rd to log 40k's. Should have let 50 psi out of Andy's tyres, the young fella firing on all cylinders. A couple of spots from the heavens spelled a drenching turning into Boundary Rd but someone turned the tap off, the road as dry as a chip. Had to keep the head down heading west but a solid lap completed (three times more turns at the front than normal) without being cooked.
All kitted up Friday morning, out the front door and suprised to see a damp road and the odd spit of rain. Headed off to a P&W start anyway, a few more spits had concerns heightened. A quick check of the radar had no sign of rain so plugged away to the SPC roundabout, sure there'd be a few starters. No doubting the hardcore harem; Stace, Cougs and Fee spell determination in any language. A trio of Supercats rolled passed, our quadrella single filed out Old Dookie a minute or two later. The wind made tough work of Boundary Rd (did Cats take a Channel Rd ride home?) but the girls rose to the challenge, even a light shower near River Rd didn't dampen the resolution. Mitchell Rd seemed longer than a politicians maiden speech so a vote on Archer Rd home was unanimous. Super smooth turns by the quick chicks had us home on time with the task of bike cleaning ahead for us all. Unfavourable conditions but more than favourable fellowship to end the week.
Week 32 409km 15,092 calories (754 prunes) 32km/h average YTD:12,229km
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" Charles Chaplin 1889-1977
And on the seventh day the heavens thus opened to dampen the byways, and the Fossil took respite for as much as to soothe limbs wearied by distance. And the winds blew from afar, but great was the tranquility upon thy couch. Lo, a great dread fell upon his concience that he should be struck down with softness, but the comfort and warmth was too great. (Thoughts of those tackling the Vets TT and the DECA Duathlon, a northeaster steadily building and an odd shower would test any tenacity.)
The best laid plans of Stace & Fee came to nil on Monday morning, just Cougs and Hayles (fresh from a Sunday Duo win) for Mondays ride. A 15km/h westerly promised an easy journey out, but a bit tough heading home. 5k out, two bikes approached from the toaster, went past then u-turned to tack on our little train, Tommygun and Weapon (on 70.3 training) had arrived, a most welcome load sharing addition for the westerly home. Great turns by all ensued, but Mitchell Rd seemed twice as long. Approaching Archer Rd, Pussycats perambulated past politely (pardon profuse prose) but couldn't match the smoothness of the harem.
An urge to clock some distance inspired a Monday night lap, nearly 3 months since the last effort. Just remnants of the mornings' west breeze remained, the much travelled toaster circuit (anti-clockwise) chosen. Tried to balance the need for speed with the sense of survival, it's a long track back home. Quite the winter sunset to view in Boundary Rd (made movie-like listening to Radioheads "Like spinning plates") but the wind, now from the NNW, was as annoying as Mr Beiber flogging ProActive. A hint in the nostrils of someone's roast lamb cooking urged the legs on, a close call with a rampant possum bumped up the heart-rate heading to the toaster. Turned at the emu and turned concentration to the tunes (ironically Bag Raiders "Way back home") for the long drag back. Nice to get home and fill an empty tank, 33 averaged over the 55 earned dessert.
Tuesday was another 1 degree day! (that's 20 this year at that or below) 14 tenacious Couldabeens were game though, the Kenworth arrived out of breath (an HR boost in preparation?) even Trav ready to have a go after two tough weeks of holiday in Queensland. Good to have Vince back for a visit, Chris too decked out in the new kit. One of those rare days where Daniel dons longs, should have photgraphed it as proof. A good roll down Channel and enjoyed the tail-wind fringe benefits in Boundary Rd. Nick and Temple had a good dip, a newly detoxed Ryan matching well. Quite the suprise between Central Kialla Rd and Archer, a few hundred kilos of live steak (a bull) at the side of the road, spotted at the last moment lurking in the dark, had the adrenalin flowing. Thankfully we passed without incident, hooroo's to Leon and Daniel exiting in Archer. Energy levels are down a little today (last nights lap?) so valued a brief tow from the Kenworth in Raftery. All finished well (behind the Rocket of course) and won against the train.
The usual villans waiting at the hospital on Tuesday, Axel back off arvo shift, even Mike had ventured out from weeks in hibernation. Nath and Trev missing in action but the horsepower of Bomber, Robbo, Steigy and young Andy promised action. Numbers had built to 14 by the time we reached the Emu (collecting Sprinter, Mitch and Steve M along the way) and a group of 4 added at the toaster. Robbo served me up a tough workout at 40 on the front for Old Dookie Rd (i'll admit the weak northeaster was a little bonus) but all got a main course of rapid knots in River Rd with Bomber & Reece making the scenery pass at 46. Mike had long vanished, Sprinter absent too by Mitchell Rd. Had just crossed Melbourne Rd when Bomber launched an attack, Mitch and Reece in pursuit, and my tank almost empty. Thanks to Robbo driving the chase train several hung on for the minor places, dragged my tired bones across the line in 7th (looking back, a long scattered trail of lights behind) with 36.5km/h-140bpm average recorded.
A third set of Vredesteins fitted for the year (another good run of 5000+k's from the last set)
Another welcomed Wednesday ride, easier on the speed and easier on the sore bits (dimethicone, Phenol, meythlparaben, glyceryl stearate and Thymol helped too) Chris came along after a lengthy hiatus, Cougs a faithful regular, the almost bearable 5 degrees was overshadowed by a 20km/h northeaster (as enjoyable as a 3am mosquito). We were treated to a rousing greeting from the half dozen P&W's, difficult to make out who was who thereafter, a dozen strung out between the pub and the fig trees, 51 tight knit following up the rear about to swallow up all. The turn into Old Dookie heralded much relief, the wind propelling us home.
A dozen Couldabeens rolled out Thursday morning assisted by a decent south wester. Daniel back in the obligatory shorts, Kel back after a long absence (but not 100% well) and the regular mob of Nick, the Kenworth, Rocket, Cougs and Temple all having a good sledge at BigMat on his 354th comeback. Didn't deflate him, but did deflate his tyre just 4k's into the lap. A team stop for repairs dragged on a bit, but work commitments forced a short cut home. Missed the jovial atmostphere, missed the rapid progress into a head wind on the way home too.
Just two entrants at the library on Thursday night, Axel & Andy the only ones tough enough. Nath was cruising in the distance heading out the boulevard and was finally caught, the fearless foursome taking a vote on a steady ride out to the Emu and back home via Channel Rd to log 40k's. Should have let 50 psi out of Andy's tyres, the young fella firing on all cylinders. A couple of spots from the heavens spelled a drenching turning into Boundary Rd but someone turned the tap off, the road as dry as a chip. Had to keep the head down heading west but a solid lap completed (three times more turns at the front than normal) without being cooked.
All kitted up Friday morning, out the front door and suprised to see a damp road and the odd spit of rain. Headed off to a P&W start anyway, a few more spits had concerns heightened. A quick check of the radar had no sign of rain so plugged away to the SPC roundabout, sure there'd be a few starters. No doubting the hardcore harem; Stace, Cougs and Fee spell determination in any language. A trio of Supercats rolled passed, our quadrella single filed out Old Dookie a minute or two later. The wind made tough work of Boundary Rd (did Cats take a Channel Rd ride home?) but the girls rose to the challenge, even a light shower near River Rd didn't dampen the resolution. Mitchell Rd seemed longer than a politicians maiden speech so a vote on Archer Rd home was unanimous. Super smooth turns by the quick chicks had us home on time with the task of bike cleaning ahead for us all. Unfavourable conditions but more than favourable fellowship to end the week.
Week 32 409km 15,092 calories (754 prunes) 32km/h average YTD:12,229km
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" Charles Chaplin 1889-1977
Friday, August 3, 2012
Week31
Hopeful of a few putting in an appearance for Saturdays ride, that winters ability to dull enthusiasm hadn't gripped too many. Pleasing to have Temple, Daniel, Cougs and Norm brave enough to face the 4.7 degree, 17km/h southwest elements for an abbridged course of 30k, the vote for single file a change of protocol (although none too conversation friendly) Good to have Dave back too, joining us at Melbourne Rd, winds favouring a brisk pace on Mitchell Rd but needed some effort northbound in Boundary. The average was soon rationalised to keep the group intact, a fair sized bunch of Cats (with terrorists and assylum seekers aboard) said their good mornings southbound. Quite the caffine distraction after Benalla Rd, wind felt like it had blown across snow before cutting it's way through us. Daniel & Dave had a brief squirt for the finish line, all wasted no time gaining a seat at the Butterfactory for the manditory in depth conversation. 51 had a tablefull, but again Cats had chosen another nest.
A great social get-together of Couldabeens Saturday night (some hard to recognise in normal attire and off the bike) for an all new jersey launch. After several months in the planning the new kit should look the business on the road. A few took advantage of a feed, some of the lads going into overtime for a long hydration session. (lasting beyond 3am I believe) Wonder how their performance rates on Tuesday?
A text from the harem organised a great little bunch on Sunday for a steady lap at a civilised 8am. Fee, Cougs and Stace formed the hardcore for 40k in 7 degrees, the south west chill from yesterday still present at 15km/h. Some cheeky planned turns to minimise the headwind provided some laughs, but all did equal shares, their supersmooth reputations continue unmarked. Back into town without chewing up a lot of the morning, a Friars breakfast for some to reward the effort.
There were several P&W apologies for Monday so set off on a reverse 25k loop to start a working week. Seems Meags was the only loyal starter, spied her tackling the headwind in Boundary (had deep feelings of guilt), but a tow was soon to be hers with a dozen Cats looming behind. Lots of traffic to negotiate back in town, peak hour had come early.
New team attire had inspired 12 to front for Couldabeens duty on Tuesday morning, zero on the thermometer made sure only the tough ones were out. Most wearing the new gear cut a resplendant image. Great to have young Chris along, all were bathing in the awesomeness of Daniel of course, in short knicks. A slight breeze to contend with from varied directions, SW @ 6, E @ 4 then W @ 7k's. Nick peeled off the front in Boundary Rd with a suspect deflation, but resumed again with an all clear. Soon we were westward in Mitchell Rd at a fair clip, am impressed with a tuned up Temple driving the front well. Rocket took a rare exit up Archer (family duties beckoned) with Leon and Daniel, so there was hope for many to take the morning's glory at the finish line. Jason was victorious (Saturday night's carbo loading clearly worked) all others all victorious in beating pussycats home but the train took the honours at the railway crossing.
Tuesday night had attracted 9 to start, long time no see Cat Browny among them, up from the big smoke on a brief visit. Just 7 degrees did nothing for inspiration, Simmo and Scotty had made their returns, new dad Mitch made a comeback too. Our Olympian and Bomber joined in a few k's out, taking the bunch up to 16. Liam had dragged boss Justin along (who braved just one turn) Sprinter had dragged the speed down in sympathy for those suffering, but Bomber, Steve, Nath and Mitch had other ideas when they took the front. (the vintage heavyweight bike of Nathans' doesn't impede his speed, suicide gearshift no handicap either) A south southwest breeze chilled the pack (and pushed the piggery pong to pester the peleton....pardon poor poetry), one had had enough and detoured at the BP exit. Speed intensified in River Rd, then tapered back in Kialla Central, restoring the respiratory for a few minutes. As is the custom, heads down and tails up in Raftery Rd, joined the 5 or 6 working the front in the last 3 k's and just hung onto a flying foursome of Bomber, Steve, Mitch and Nath to scrape through 5th at 54 with the ticker tacho at 196. 43k's covered in 1.10.
Should have had a litre of CRC for breakfast, legs were stiff as a board Wednesday morning. An easy going lap today, easy getting up to speed rolling down Wyndham, a procession of bikes northbound to toil with Cats, Area 51, Supercats, time triallers, Stasi, Hurt Locker, Goats, Muppets and other un-named collectives. Glad to be riding "against the grain", the aforementioned groups were southbound in Boundary whilst Cougs and I rolled northbound (a light southerly assisting) soaking up a balmy 2.1 degrees and guessing who's who in the darkness and the fog. Legs had loosened up by Old Dookie Rd thankfully, each day's sunrise a fraction earlier also giving hope.
Thursday was the 19th day of one or below for the year, minus two today kept a lot indoors, just Leon, Rocket, Shorty and Ryan, and the welcome return of Goose and Greendawg (or should that be Greenfish?.....addicted to the pool for months) Great to have Dave along too for his maiden voyage with the Couldabeens. Shorty & Leon are powering along of late, Ryan lacking a little horsepower (on a detox program). The two G's had plenty of gg's, something told me we'd be beating the train in the first few k's of the circuit. Not much talk but plenty of action in Boundary and Mitchell, very grateful of traffic approaching at Central Kialla Rd, a pause allowing a heart rate recovery. Leon and Shorty took an early exit in Archer, just 6 toiled away for the remainder of the circuit, Rocket of course receiving the garlands. Waited a few minutes for Dave to rejoin in Melbourne Rd but he'd u-turned to click over more k's. (still beat the train to the crossing)
A handful were waiting at the library Thursday night, Rob kitted up in a hijab-like balaclava to fend off the cold. Newbies Sav and Craig are totally hooked and were back craving more, Nath back in black on a stealth like new Avanti. Great to have Robbo back, who quickly teamed up with Bomber to send shivers through a few. Scotty, Dalton, Trev, Simmo and Liam made up the dozen to roll away at 6, Kev and Mitch joined up a few k's out. A fair effort needed out Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd into a east northeast wind, particularly when the guns had congregated at the front. Rotations ground to a halt after the church with all hanging on, even Mitch finding a few months off was taking it's toll. Several went up to the front for duty in River Rd, but were handed the punishment of pace, most blew up and shot to the back, causing a few ripples. Bomber bid adieu at Kialla Central, the calm restored for a k in Mitchell Rd was a bonus. Nath stirred up the action with an attack near Archer Rd, Robbo set off in pursuit, but the bunch managed to swallow up the rebels by Mt Nicolaci. Liam, Nath and I seemed to be the only ones working after Melbourne Rd, Rob then took a turn, Robbo too, a glance back saw a long single row of lights struggling behind. Down to just Nath and I with 2 k to go but all the tail-enders suddenly found power to overtake in the last 300. There was a trickle of power left to kick at the end to take 3rd with Nath 1st towing Sav to 2nd. A 37 average over 50k was plenty for me, an aromatic waft from KFC nearly had me swerving in buying a bucket full.
A happy little harem was assembled at SPC on Friday. Meags, Stace, Cougs, Fee and Hayles had the pom & I to tow around. Nice to wind up the working week with a social structure to the ride. Grasshopper shot past at the Channel bridge in Boundary Rd, Fox & Sosso hanging on for grim death it seems. A northeast breeze had picked up to assist, noticed a big Area 51 train snaking into Mitchell Rd squeezing the traffic somewhat. Stace and Hayles had a rush of blood to sprint at the finish line (ably led out by Cougs into the breeze), a great ride to finish a big week, a brief caffine & chat fix after was the icing on the cake.
Week 31 414km 15,276 calories (59 avacados) 32.8 average YTD 11,820km
"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough" Mae West 1893-1980
A great social get-together of Couldabeens Saturday night (some hard to recognise in normal attire and off the bike) for an all new jersey launch. After several months in the planning the new kit should look the business on the road. A few took advantage of a feed, some of the lads going into overtime for a long hydration session. (lasting beyond 3am I believe) Wonder how their performance rates on Tuesday?
A text from the harem organised a great little bunch on Sunday for a steady lap at a civilised 8am. Fee, Cougs and Stace formed the hardcore for 40k in 7 degrees, the south west chill from yesterday still present at 15km/h. Some cheeky planned turns to minimise the headwind provided some laughs, but all did equal shares, their supersmooth reputations continue unmarked. Back into town without chewing up a lot of the morning, a Friars breakfast for some to reward the effort.
There were several P&W apologies for Monday so set off on a reverse 25k loop to start a working week. Seems Meags was the only loyal starter, spied her tackling the headwind in Boundary (had deep feelings of guilt), but a tow was soon to be hers with a dozen Cats looming behind. Lots of traffic to negotiate back in town, peak hour had come early.
New team attire had inspired 12 to front for Couldabeens duty on Tuesday morning, zero on the thermometer made sure only the tough ones were out. Most wearing the new gear cut a resplendant image. Great to have young Chris along, all were bathing in the awesomeness of Daniel of course, in short knicks. A slight breeze to contend with from varied directions, SW @ 6, E @ 4 then W @ 7k's. Nick peeled off the front in Boundary Rd with a suspect deflation, but resumed again with an all clear. Soon we were westward in Mitchell Rd at a fair clip, am impressed with a tuned up Temple driving the front well. Rocket took a rare exit up Archer (family duties beckoned) with Leon and Daniel, so there was hope for many to take the morning's glory at the finish line. Jason was victorious (Saturday night's carbo loading clearly worked) all others all victorious in beating pussycats home but the train took the honours at the railway crossing.
Tuesday night had attracted 9 to start, long time no see Cat Browny among them, up from the big smoke on a brief visit. Just 7 degrees did nothing for inspiration, Simmo and Scotty had made their returns, new dad Mitch made a comeback too. Our Olympian and Bomber joined in a few k's out, taking the bunch up to 16. Liam had dragged boss Justin along (who braved just one turn) Sprinter had dragged the speed down in sympathy for those suffering, but Bomber, Steve, Nath and Mitch had other ideas when they took the front. (the vintage heavyweight bike of Nathans' doesn't impede his speed, suicide gearshift no handicap either) A south southwest breeze chilled the pack (and pushed the piggery pong to pester the peleton....pardon poor poetry), one had had enough and detoured at the BP exit. Speed intensified in River Rd, then tapered back in Kialla Central, restoring the respiratory for a few minutes. As is the custom, heads down and tails up in Raftery Rd, joined the 5 or 6 working the front in the last 3 k's and just hung onto a flying foursome of Bomber, Steve, Mitch and Nath to scrape through 5th at 54 with the ticker tacho at 196. 43k's covered in 1.10.
Should have had a litre of CRC for breakfast, legs were stiff as a board Wednesday morning. An easy going lap today, easy getting up to speed rolling down Wyndham, a procession of bikes northbound to toil with Cats, Area 51, Supercats, time triallers, Stasi, Hurt Locker, Goats, Muppets and other un-named collectives. Glad to be riding "against the grain", the aforementioned groups were southbound in Boundary whilst Cougs and I rolled northbound (a light southerly assisting) soaking up a balmy 2.1 degrees and guessing who's who in the darkness and the fog. Legs had loosened up by Old Dookie Rd thankfully, each day's sunrise a fraction earlier also giving hope.
Thursday was the 19th day of one or below for the year, minus two today kept a lot indoors, just Leon, Rocket, Shorty and Ryan, and the welcome return of Goose and Greendawg (or should that be Greenfish?.....addicted to the pool for months) Great to have Dave along too for his maiden voyage with the Couldabeens. Shorty & Leon are powering along of late, Ryan lacking a little horsepower (on a detox program). The two G's had plenty of gg's, something told me we'd be beating the train in the first few k's of the circuit. Not much talk but plenty of action in Boundary and Mitchell, very grateful of traffic approaching at Central Kialla Rd, a pause allowing a heart rate recovery. Leon and Shorty took an early exit in Archer, just 6 toiled away for the remainder of the circuit, Rocket of course receiving the garlands. Waited a few minutes for Dave to rejoin in Melbourne Rd but he'd u-turned to click over more k's. (still beat the train to the crossing)
A handful were waiting at the library Thursday night, Rob kitted up in a hijab-like balaclava to fend off the cold. Newbies Sav and Craig are totally hooked and were back craving more, Nath back in black on a stealth like new Avanti. Great to have Robbo back, who quickly teamed up with Bomber to send shivers through a few. Scotty, Dalton, Trev, Simmo and Liam made up the dozen to roll away at 6, Kev and Mitch joined up a few k's out. A fair effort needed out Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd into a east northeast wind, particularly when the guns had congregated at the front. Rotations ground to a halt after the church with all hanging on, even Mitch finding a few months off was taking it's toll. Several went up to the front for duty in River Rd, but were handed the punishment of pace, most blew up and shot to the back, causing a few ripples. Bomber bid adieu at Kialla Central, the calm restored for a k in Mitchell Rd was a bonus. Nath stirred up the action with an attack near Archer Rd, Robbo set off in pursuit, but the bunch managed to swallow up the rebels by Mt Nicolaci. Liam, Nath and I seemed to be the only ones working after Melbourne Rd, Rob then took a turn, Robbo too, a glance back saw a long single row of lights struggling behind. Down to just Nath and I with 2 k to go but all the tail-enders suddenly found power to overtake in the last 300. There was a trickle of power left to kick at the end to take 3rd with Nath 1st towing Sav to 2nd. A 37 average over 50k was plenty for me, an aromatic waft from KFC nearly had me swerving in buying a bucket full.
A happy little harem was assembled at SPC on Friday. Meags, Stace, Cougs, Fee and Hayles had the pom & I to tow around. Nice to wind up the working week with a social structure to the ride. Grasshopper shot past at the Channel bridge in Boundary Rd, Fox & Sosso hanging on for grim death it seems. A northeast breeze had picked up to assist, noticed a big Area 51 train snaking into Mitchell Rd squeezing the traffic somewhat. Stace and Hayles had a rush of blood to sprint at the finish line (ably led out by Cougs into the breeze), a great ride to finish a big week, a brief caffine & chat fix after was the icing on the cake.
Week 31 414km 15,276 calories (59 avacados) 32.8 average YTD 11,820km
"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough" Mae West 1893-1980
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