A correction to begin, Rocket was credited with Tuesday's win (week 20) but our ace on the spot reporter Greendawg was closest to the action to witness Chris take the laurels. Apologies to all concerned.
Thought my compass was crooked on Saturday, heading south from the north to the start I saw some of our starters from the south heading north, intent on a Cat attack. Numbers were reduced from the usua Saturday ride but a quality team of 7 rolled away at 6.30, hardly a breath of wind in 4.7 degrees. Temple had solved the Ridley click, a dud pedal bearing to blame, but I can't seem to rid my BM of the brake howl. Norm and Nev in the mix, good to have Hoffy and his humour back from a bout of flu. Dave was lurking just beyond Melbourne Rd to join the little train on the usual course, only an odd patch of fog in the low areas to contend with. Andrew stayed till Mitchell Rd (sporting obligations with kids made a Mitchell Rd exit.) a little consideration for Hoffy's recovery was excercised for the rest of the lap. Not so much a sprint to finish the circuit, more a gentle build of speed to cross the line with 32 averaged. Quite a philosophical discussion at the Butterfactory (and some on the technicalities of time trialling) interupted by the good fellowship of birthday cake and hoorays for Cougs.
Fronted the lake Sunday morning to find not a soul there. Thoughts of the days when 25+ riders would roll up for 60 to 100 k of action and chin wagging, sprints and coffee afterward seem to be now history. Set off solo out Channel Rd with no particular course in mind, eventually deciding a three-quarter anti-clockwise toaster loop would do. Caught Straddles doing a solo clockwise near the piggery, Nath (in the work van) tooted soon after, then all the way to the emu before Robbo was spotted solo (heading to Dookie for Vet racing?) The only bunch was a gazelle sheilded by two guys in Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd, then almost to Grahamvale before spying Eggy headed east. Quite a trip down the memory lane of Wanganui & Rudd Rd, (now squeezed by a narrow roundabout) finished the course. 33 average over the 40k warranted French toast and coffee.
A few texts Sunday night told of the few regular P&W's being absent, so a short course with Cougs was a great start to the working week. The icy chill of winter had gripped the air though (minus 2 at the observatory) horizontal veils of fog hung about the channels to give us some obstacles. Only a few frosty time triallers headed south silently (too cold to call g'day?) Cats were down on numbers too but Matho gave a hoy. Fingers and toes felt like the thick frost capping the cars parked overnight, great to get home for a hot shower, hot coffee and hot toast.
In need of a quiet circuit Tuesday so the short course Channel - Boundary - Old Dookie chosen. Seemed tropical at 9 degrees. Area 51 and the Cats were out as usual, even the odd one or two rolling along behind. Tuesday evening had only 7 starters at the hospital (there's a winter lethargy in the air me thinks) the cold evening air almost encouraging Axel to don the electric socks (yes, electric heated socks) Good to have Graham back again from drilling duties for coal seam gas in FNQ. A few k's out the road there was only Sprinter & Dalton joining in, the guns missing eased a few concerns. Newbie Rob had a go on the front but soon opted to stay on as tail-light, the pace a bit much for him. Arriving at the Midland Hwy Steve and Dave joined in (after rolling out with the Stevenson clan) a light north easterly aided 37km/h down River Rd (that seemingly endless bit of tarmac with a curly finish) Dave exited for Toolamba at Melbourne Rd, the remainder fought it out on Raftery. The rotations weren't too popular from Arcadia Downs onward, many hoping for the box seat? I inherited the lead with 400 to go (a candidate for being used up and then swamped by sprinters) so wound up the heart rate to 197 and the speedo to 50k's to make 'em earn their dinner. Kev had glued himself to my wheel and had reserved a kick for the 50 metre mark to draw by and claim the honours. A decent lap at 34.2
Wednesday morning the P&W crew sorted into left and right factions, 4 for time trail, 5 for a steady lap. Erin back after a very long absence, Meags, Cougs, Princess and I doing the duty of the regular 30k course. The TT's rolled by soon after the pub, Grasshopper, Fox, Minto and Wizz (?) made good time down River Rd and beyond, a line of red tail-lights just visible to us in Mitchell Rd. The Cats respectfully passed as we headed to a moderate Conrod finish. A brief yarn with Nev at the Butterfactory, Area 51 stretched into 3 groups today, generous use of the accellerator apparently.
Chose another quiet lap Thursday to keep passion in the pastime, towed by Greendawg and Cranky (off to play with the Cats) heading out Channel. Maybe the winter weather has dulled enthusiasm (old age catching up?) a steady roll around minus the raw speed seems appropriate. Forecasts came true for Thursday night with rain aplenty, would have struggled for motivation to ride even if was dry. It was almost easy to cancel ideas for a lap on Friday morning, a few spits of rain and the threatening radar picture made it easy to sleep in till 6.
Week 21 316km 10,774 calories (1070 Malteesers) 32.1 average YTD 8317km
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Friday, May 18, 2012
Week 20
Just 6 weeks ago we had a pleasant 16 degrees to start a Saturday ride. Reality deals us 2 degrees now. With dropping temperatures so comes dropping attendance. Down to 10 (but apologies accepted from Hoffy, Leon, Kylie and others with legitimate excuses....but what has become of Matt? A big dose of softness?) Daniel has finally seen sense to cover bare skin, sporting full longs and arm warmers no doubt influenced by the forecast "feels like 0.7" Chris had dug deep to turn up, looking like Douglas Mawson rugged up to the max. Temple had ears on the old Ridley's annoying 'click', Nev & Norm rolled quietly onto the back. Over the little bridge and up Mt Raftery got the legs warm, all the way down to Melbourne Rd before I could tuck in for a draft. Dave hooked up in time for Bo & Kel generating a bit more heat, then a bit calmer heading south for everyone to have a share at the front. Nice of a greater power to delay the sun's rise (and move it a few degrees north) to save a blinding in Karramomus Rd. All the better to cope with the bumps and narrowing. Growling brake pads again to slow for the turn north into Shepp-Euroa Rd, many calling a shorter ride with varied commitments. Temple, Daniel, Steve & Dave stuck to the usual course, the remainder steered into Channel Rd. Thought there'd be a slight ease in proceedings but several were keen to fulfil their obligations. No need for sprint finishes (Dave didn't miss the chance in the other group, but Daniel pipped him by millimetres) but 33 was a good one for a low temperature. Really missed the social intercourse after, plain old instant coffee at home a let down too. Maybe have a double at the Butterfactory next week!
Sundays' typical winter light shower, low cloud overhead and chilled wind made a lazy day choice easy, a fair trade to last weeks kilometres, various parts of the anatomy could do with some rest and recouperation. Mondays P&W ride was a bit like Greece, struggled to form a government. Bart & Princess rolled up but crossed the floor to side with the opposition Cats party. Cougs and I held to party policy of solidarity and set off with 6 degrees and a west south west breeze to assist, no other takers today. Easy out Old Dookie and felt the breeze into Boundary Rd, an errant owl dive bombed from the left missing by centimetres. (almost 2 years since one head butted me in Mitchell Rd) Excitement over, we pressed on to Benalla Rd, a contingent of Cats passing right on the intersection. Took the Channel Rd alternative for an early start to the working week. Noticed one rider was in pursuit but we kept heads down to arrive back in town well ahead.
Colder weather hasn't thinned attendance to the Couldabeens, 17 ready for action at 6 on Tuesday. Matt reversed rumors he'd gone soft, turning up with seconds to spare. Gav sporting whiskers (attempting to preserve warmth?), Glenn along to flush some excess alcohol from the engine, Daniel back in knicks meant it was above 4 degrees, Vince and Chris too, returned for action. (Bo sidelined with tummy trauma) The south west breeze assisted out Channel Rd but made a chore of Boundary Rd. Trev #1 had brought Trev #2 along but by Mitchell Rd he was on the limit. #1 had encouraged #2, but the body language spelt a turn on the front was going to be tough. 10 metres was enough for #2 to quietly go kaboom, Gav (hereafter nicknamed the Kenworth) rolled over to deliver a great tow, but the pennies were spent, #2 went OTA. (admire the bloke's tenacity) The usual peel offs by Daniel & Kel left 14 to slog it out for Raftery Rd, Jason hung out to dry in the closing stages, the Kenworth giving some respite, but guns Rob, Chris & Vince had been safely tucked in for a tow to fight out the placings at the last moment, Rob taking victory (#376?) . 34.5 was enough to beat the train and the Cats to the lake. Anniversary day of kicking the tobacco habit, don't miss 35 a day or the expense.
A fairly bleak 10 degree evening at the hospital Tuesday night. A southerly was gaining strength ( up to 20) but didn't deter 8 to start. Typically we picked up several, Dalton, Bomber and Steve joining in as Bomber attacked into the 40's up to the emu (I drew the short straw again, hanging on 2nd wheel behind). Next up front was Robbo, thankfully matching my slower effort. The bunch had split at Old Dookie & Boundary corner, a considerate ease of speed (and Chris towing the backmarkers up) reformed the bunch. Hadn't seen Gerrard for ages, good to chat with Chris, Axel and Robbo in the intermission. Back on pace after the pub, a mouse shot out across our path to be nailed dead centre by Robbo's wheel. A push down Boundary then River Rd, Bomber taking an exit at Kialla central, the rest took Mitchell & Raftery Rd home. Again, the wick was lit by Arcadia Downs, in the high 40's all went single file for the last kilometre. Sly had tucked into the perfect spot for the win, Nath and Robbo driving the engine, I was just pleased to cross the line 5th, the effort could ease after 44k's in 1.13 at 35.4 and the ticker could recouperate from 184.
Another very welcomed recovery ride on Wednesday, wind was a drag in all directions though. Nose ran like a tap but muscles appreciated a quiet ride. Rounded up one solo lass heading out Channel Rd, 5 time triallers headed south in Boundary Rd, then came Meags and Fee, the only P&W's riding, who almost begged us to turn around and join them (into a head wind wasn't that appealing though) Pussycats a k behind as usual. Flags were flapping back in town, timed the ride and the direction nicely. Avoided the 2 by 1 metre gravel patch in front of the Lake for the umpteenth time on the way home (reckon it was excavated in June last year) and resolved to do something about it. (Later told it was Vic Roads responsibility being a highway. They've been told, let's see if there's action. 10 to 1 odds it will be in 2013)
Passed the lake at 5.45 Thursday morning, the temperature showing 6 but found that as believeable as a politicians promise. Bo had bounced back from the apple overdose, Daniel had the longs on again, Trev hadn't looked at the thermometer but wished he had, Matt was tucked under his doona I guess. In all a good turn up of 15 to brave the chill. Eyes open for the Kensington roundabout with a new road opening into it, a close look at Prentice Rd intersection too, with a big transport depot now operating. 0.6 was the actual temperature, many in the bunch questioning why we're out in it. Steve took to trimming the edges near Hanlon Rd but got back on the tarmac without incident. There was no time wasted in Channel & Boundary and Rob & Bo wound up the volume in Mitchell (trying to warm us up?) Broke with protocol taking Archer Rd home with Daniel & Cougs, a big day ahead not hurt by an early start.
3.6 degrees on Friday morning felt almost mild after Thursdays chill. A quality line up of P&W's, back to the values of many months ago. No blinding speed, just a good ride with great company and a few laughs, the essentials to keep it enjoyable. Sooty & Hayles had returned from an awesome effort at Port Mac, Meags, Fox, Fee,Cougs and Princess rolled along the course, with Grasshopper, Wizz and Minto opting for a TT chase (eventually passing in Mitchell) Sooty & Princess jumped across to join, but Princess ran out of jellybeans and returned to the fold. An incident free & enjoyable lap in the mid 30's, timed to beat the train and squeeze in a quick coffee before work.
Week 20 321km 11,232 calories ( 193 pickled onions ) 32.8 av. YTD 8001 km
"There is no shortage of good days....it's good lives that are hard to come by" Annie Dillard US author 1945-
Sundays' typical winter light shower, low cloud overhead and chilled wind made a lazy day choice easy, a fair trade to last weeks kilometres, various parts of the anatomy could do with some rest and recouperation. Mondays P&W ride was a bit like Greece, struggled to form a government. Bart & Princess rolled up but crossed the floor to side with the opposition Cats party. Cougs and I held to party policy of solidarity and set off with 6 degrees and a west south west breeze to assist, no other takers today. Easy out Old Dookie and felt the breeze into Boundary Rd, an errant owl dive bombed from the left missing by centimetres. (almost 2 years since one head butted me in Mitchell Rd) Excitement over, we pressed on to Benalla Rd, a contingent of Cats passing right on the intersection. Took the Channel Rd alternative for an early start to the working week. Noticed one rider was in pursuit but we kept heads down to arrive back in town well ahead.
Colder weather hasn't thinned attendance to the Couldabeens, 17 ready for action at 6 on Tuesday. Matt reversed rumors he'd gone soft, turning up with seconds to spare. Gav sporting whiskers (attempting to preserve warmth?), Glenn along to flush some excess alcohol from the engine, Daniel back in knicks meant it was above 4 degrees, Vince and Chris too, returned for action. (Bo sidelined with tummy trauma) The south west breeze assisted out Channel Rd but made a chore of Boundary Rd. Trev #1 had brought Trev #2 along but by Mitchell Rd he was on the limit. #1 had encouraged #2, but the body language spelt a turn on the front was going to be tough. 10 metres was enough for #2 to quietly go kaboom, Gav (hereafter nicknamed the Kenworth) rolled over to deliver a great tow, but the pennies were spent, #2 went OTA. (admire the bloke's tenacity) The usual peel offs by Daniel & Kel left 14 to slog it out for Raftery Rd, Jason hung out to dry in the closing stages, the Kenworth giving some respite, but guns Rob, Chris & Vince had been safely tucked in for a tow to fight out the placings at the last moment, Rob taking victory (#376?) . 34.5 was enough to beat the train and the Cats to the lake. Anniversary day of kicking the tobacco habit, don't miss 35 a day or the expense.
A fairly bleak 10 degree evening at the hospital Tuesday night. A southerly was gaining strength ( up to 20) but didn't deter 8 to start. Typically we picked up several, Dalton, Bomber and Steve joining in as Bomber attacked into the 40's up to the emu (I drew the short straw again, hanging on 2nd wheel behind). Next up front was Robbo, thankfully matching my slower effort. The bunch had split at Old Dookie & Boundary corner, a considerate ease of speed (and Chris towing the backmarkers up) reformed the bunch. Hadn't seen Gerrard for ages, good to chat with Chris, Axel and Robbo in the intermission. Back on pace after the pub, a mouse shot out across our path to be nailed dead centre by Robbo's wheel. A push down Boundary then River Rd, Bomber taking an exit at Kialla central, the rest took Mitchell & Raftery Rd home. Again, the wick was lit by Arcadia Downs, in the high 40's all went single file for the last kilometre. Sly had tucked into the perfect spot for the win, Nath and Robbo driving the engine, I was just pleased to cross the line 5th, the effort could ease after 44k's in 1.13 at 35.4 and the ticker could recouperate from 184.
Another very welcomed recovery ride on Wednesday, wind was a drag in all directions though. Nose ran like a tap but muscles appreciated a quiet ride. Rounded up one solo lass heading out Channel Rd, 5 time triallers headed south in Boundary Rd, then came Meags and Fee, the only P&W's riding, who almost begged us to turn around and join them (into a head wind wasn't that appealing though) Pussycats a k behind as usual. Flags were flapping back in town, timed the ride and the direction nicely. Avoided the 2 by 1 metre gravel patch in front of the Lake for the umpteenth time on the way home (reckon it was excavated in June last year) and resolved to do something about it. (Later told it was Vic Roads responsibility being a highway. They've been told, let's see if there's action. 10 to 1 odds it will be in 2013)
Passed the lake at 5.45 Thursday morning, the temperature showing 6 but found that as believeable as a politicians promise. Bo had bounced back from the apple overdose, Daniel had the longs on again, Trev hadn't looked at the thermometer but wished he had, Matt was tucked under his doona I guess. In all a good turn up of 15 to brave the chill. Eyes open for the Kensington roundabout with a new road opening into it, a close look at Prentice Rd intersection too, with a big transport depot now operating. 0.6 was the actual temperature, many in the bunch questioning why we're out in it. Steve took to trimming the edges near Hanlon Rd but got back on the tarmac without incident. There was no time wasted in Channel & Boundary and Rob & Bo wound up the volume in Mitchell (trying to warm us up?) Broke with protocol taking Archer Rd home with Daniel & Cougs, a big day ahead not hurt by an early start.
3.6 degrees on Friday morning felt almost mild after Thursdays chill. A quality line up of P&W's, back to the values of many months ago. No blinding speed, just a good ride with great company and a few laughs, the essentials to keep it enjoyable. Sooty & Hayles had returned from an awesome effort at Port Mac, Meags, Fox, Fee,Cougs and Princess rolled along the course, with Grasshopper, Wizz and Minto opting for a TT chase (eventually passing in Mitchell) Sooty & Princess jumped across to join, but Princess ran out of jellybeans and returned to the fold. An incident free & enjoyable lap in the mid 30's, timed to beat the train and squeeze in a quick coffee before work.
Week 20 321km 11,232 calories ( 193 pickled onions ) 32.8 av. YTD 8001 km
"There is no shortage of good days....it's good lives that are hard to come by" Annie Dillard US author 1945-
Friday, May 11, 2012
Week 19
Ahh, the serenity early on a Saturday morning. Hardly a sound on the way to the start line. Silence soon drowned out with sledges, laughs and chat from the clan, minus Hoffy's cackle though (sidelined with flu) but great to have super-smooth Norm back. The dozen set sail (once Kel cleared clods from cleats......sorry, literary litter again) out Raftery's Rd, Andrew hard on the gas early. Bo was fired up (excitement of Sunday's TT?) as was Kel, enthusing Steve & Daniel to follow suit. Dave latched on over Melbourne Rd and the crew rolled along Mitchell then down Central Kialla, only patchy low lying fog to deal with. Karramomus Rd gradually narrows and is rough as hessian underwear, but thinking of the recent Paris - Roubaix we've got it good here. Finally to Shepp-Euroa Rd (the annoying groan of damp brake pads again) and northward with a widening road to enjoy. Andrew took the Channel Rd off ramp with domestic duties, the remainder crossing Benalla Rd when the entertainment started, (spin doctors Bo & Daniel on max cadence, Daniel on the rev limiter, pounding the posterior.) Sprint anticipation was building just a k into Old Dookie Rd, opening a gap in the bunch (some set on the finish line, some set on the cafe) Bo took line honours, all had reassembled by SPC for the roll to coffee. Good to catch up with Vince, tough enough to ride after Fridays hefty graze.
Hadn't done a long ride for a while so set off solo Sunday for a Waranga loop. Just 3.7 degrees, but a forecast light south wester meant a tail breeze home. The sunrise over low fog on the paddocks, contented cows chewing the cud were good distractions from the patchwork of road surfaces, the coarse stone sections feeling like someone pulled the handbrake on. Nice to be welcomed into Murchison with a super smooth stretch of tarmac. Turned west toward Rushy, several dead roo's at the edge of the road waking the nostrils, a few undulations waking up the heart rate. Timed the Rushworth arrival well, feeling a south west breeze building. Coffee and a bun to refill 1342 calories used in the tank, 54k @32. Hard to drag myself away from the sun on my back at the bakery, Nike's slogan coming to mind. A few short climbs out of town got the blood flowing and tried to shut out the long dreary road from the Basin to Tat (8k of straight at Harston is monotonous). Barely a breeze teasing leaves on trees (there goes that poor poetry again!) so I was happy the speedo read 36+ for the haul to Tat. Mr Daniels must be on special here, lots of his empties smashed on the road to avoid. A squirt up the Undera Rd and east on the Midland back to Mooroopna, satisfied with 43k's @ 34.8. An extra 18k gently out Channel Rd & back (spying Norm sneaking in a quite circuit) to round off the morning and the odometer. Justified the 120k with Butterfactory's egg & bacon roll washed down with coffee.
Just like last Wenesday, kitted up and ready to roll Monday morning, the spits of rain spelt a morning off. 10 minutes later it looked clear and lamented chickening out, but relieved soon after when a light shower finally came. A good decision to stay indoors. Better weather late that arvo, thoughts of a ride easterly to score some favourable assistance home. Ford Rd and beyond was chosen with a 15km/h ENE the resistance. For a while a sole taillight tempted a chase but the resolve was to continue to Quarry Rd, 6k beyond the Emu. (seemed like 60) Quite a push against the breeze, but thoughts of what the legends who'd tackled the Port Mac Ironman yesterday went through, put it in perspective. (question; does it make first-timers Nico & Hayles IronMaidens?) Finally turned south at the quarry, suprised to see a traffic island out here, down to New Dookie and west homeward. Redirected via Old Dookie (less traffic) at the church, a very large yellow moon (closest it's been for 18 years apparently) rising through the clouds beside Mt Major was worth a glance or two. Rounded the toaster, down Old Dookie and left at Boundary (Pine Lodge Pub was packed....2 in the bar), swung into Channel Rd and back to town. 45k done @ 32.8 hr averaging 144. Olfactory elation with Mr Sanders scents on the way home.
An enthused turn up on Tuesday morning, pairs of Anthony's, Glenn's and Trevors joining the regulars. Kind of Temple to take a moderate first turn, several lurking behind were eager to crack the whip. 10 degrees was almost mild, a north easterly promising a helping hand in Boundary Rd. Speed went up over the bridges, too much for the other Trevor, quickly getting gapped off the back. I stayed with him for 500 metres offering a tow back to the bunch, but pennies were spent, he was happy to roll home under his own steam. Had the task then to make up a couple of hundred metres to rejoin (thankful of the tail breeze) Hooked on just before the turn into Mitchell. Goose advised sprinting was off the agenda with a dodgy pedal, dad to be Trav (congrats mate) travelling well despite some time off the bike and shaking off the flu. Daniel (undeterred by cold in short sleeves and knicks) exited to Archer as usual, Temple minimising chain life from little ring to little sprocket, howling down the Mt Nicolaci dip at peak rpm. The build up for Conrod was a gradual one till the 500 mark. Gav cut loose early (but paid the price) Rocket forced to an early launch too (with Chris horsepower threatening behind) to take the spoils of victory. 35.4 beat Cats and train, a later start at work allowed the pleasure of coffee and a yarn with a few Cats.
9 waiting at the hospital on Tuesday night, "no ferals" predicted by Axel promised a reprive on muscles. Trev and Nathan chased to join (assisting the elderly on the way) Brendan, Gools, Mitch, Steve and Dalton swelled the numbers too. Paired with young Andy on the front, noticed a pair a kilometre ahead acting as carrots. Can't get used to the big changes in temperatures over the course, sweating one moment, almost chilled the next. Speed was a little up and down but all got a go at the pointy end. Down the end of River Rd the carrots were finally revealed, Bomber & Steigy lying in wait (does that make him a stealth bomber?) Bit of a shuffle in the rotation , drew the short straw (again) trailing the big guns. With 2k's left in Raftery Rd someone pressed the single file button. There were only a few brave enough to head up front, but followed Simmo up to do my duty just as Bomber launched an attack with a kay to go! Survival of the fittest from then (hr @ 187 wasn't good enough to make up many postions) , Mitch and Nath joining the premature train. A well timed burst by Nathan took the honours, much relief for me crossing the line with 35.6 on the clock.
Wednesday's wind didn't allow much recovery, quite a push out Channel Rd. A lone fox scurried across the road, not a Scotty or a Choppy, but a bushy tailed version. 51 were first in Boundary Rd, heads down and tails up for the serious business of racing. A bright bubbly good morning from the P&W's, a couple of g'days from the Cats, then great relief turning homeward into Old Dookie Rd. Just a short no pressure lap, great for mind and muscle.
Another big roll up for Thursday's Couldabeens. 17 at 6am at 4 degrees, Bo with a dose of man flu, Daniel the polar opposite in short sleeves and short knicks, Temple's knee is on the mend, Goose had raided his wife's shoes for decent cleats, even had Vince return (a dose of flu not allowing 51 pace) Has Matty thrown the towel in already? Regulars, Jason, Nick, Travis, Ryan & co hit the foggy trail, hard to judge the corners and braking points with the fog. The usual speed surges from the usual culprits and almost a relief to get to Boundary Rd with much less fog. Discussions from jerseys to the federal treasurer stimulated the little grey cells en route, an eternal wait at Melbourne Rd for (peak hour?) traffic. Finally into Conrod straight Glenn put the hammer down, and with the big ammo behind me, thought they all needed to earn their breakfast. 800 metres was too long to survive at the front, Vince Rob & Goose eventually rounded me up when i'd lost all energy with the ticker redlined at 190. Rubber stamp a Rocket win, but 34.5 a good result considering the intermission at the highway.
Chickened out Thursday night from the Library group to rest the legs on a solo toaster loop (minus the Rudd Rd - Wanganui section) Wasn't concerned about speed, just to roll around without blowing a gasket. (one exception to escape the aroma of the Old Dookie Rd piggery.) Lights at the trotting track reminiscent of "Close encounters of the 3rd kind" were visible for almost the whole circuit. Temperature steadily dropped, blissfully unaware of speed, just tapped around to a music mix via i-pod. Finished the 50 just 10% slower than usual.
Meags, Fee, Grasshopper, Cougs & Stace were at the SPC start Friday morning, a suprise visit by Kel, Bo, Daniel & Ryan swelled the numbers. Supercats had bolted early into the 6.4 degree distance. A steady build up till Grasshopper and Bo hit the front and hit the gas. Daniel still in summer attire juggled the lead with Bo but at least allowed others to have their turn up front beyond the pub. Not a breath of wind made quite a change. All the way down to Melb Rd till another overly long wait for traffic allowed Cats to roll up behind, 51 joining the jam a moment later. Finally clear to left and right we all rolled away, an oncoming car didn't bother some (overtaking us 3 wide was a bit short on intelligence) Oh well, some are overly keen to race. Our little collection kept selves and standards upright for the remainder, watching the masses in the distance with a long trail of hangers-on attached. Satisfying to complete the week with a steady lap in great company, quick enough to beat the train to the crossing too.
Week 19 514km 18,504 calories (20.5kg baked beans) 33.4 average YTD 7680
"When you sit with a nice girl for 2 hours you think it's only a minute. When you sit on a hot stove for a minute you think it's 2 hours. That's relativity." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
Hadn't done a long ride for a while so set off solo Sunday for a Waranga loop. Just 3.7 degrees, but a forecast light south wester meant a tail breeze home. The sunrise over low fog on the paddocks, contented cows chewing the cud were good distractions from the patchwork of road surfaces, the coarse stone sections feeling like someone pulled the handbrake on. Nice to be welcomed into Murchison with a super smooth stretch of tarmac. Turned west toward Rushy, several dead roo's at the edge of the road waking the nostrils, a few undulations waking up the heart rate. Timed the Rushworth arrival well, feeling a south west breeze building. Coffee and a bun to refill 1342 calories used in the tank, 54k @32. Hard to drag myself away from the sun on my back at the bakery, Nike's slogan coming to mind. A few short climbs out of town got the blood flowing and tried to shut out the long dreary road from the Basin to Tat (8k of straight at Harston is monotonous). Barely a breeze teasing leaves on trees (there goes that poor poetry again!) so I was happy the speedo read 36+ for the haul to Tat. Mr Daniels must be on special here, lots of his empties smashed on the road to avoid. A squirt up the Undera Rd and east on the Midland back to Mooroopna, satisfied with 43k's @ 34.8. An extra 18k gently out Channel Rd & back (spying Norm sneaking in a quite circuit) to round off the morning and the odometer. Justified the 120k with Butterfactory's egg & bacon roll washed down with coffee.
Just like last Wenesday, kitted up and ready to roll Monday morning, the spits of rain spelt a morning off. 10 minutes later it looked clear and lamented chickening out, but relieved soon after when a light shower finally came. A good decision to stay indoors. Better weather late that arvo, thoughts of a ride easterly to score some favourable assistance home. Ford Rd and beyond was chosen with a 15km/h ENE the resistance. For a while a sole taillight tempted a chase but the resolve was to continue to Quarry Rd, 6k beyond the Emu. (seemed like 60) Quite a push against the breeze, but thoughts of what the legends who'd tackled the Port Mac Ironman yesterday went through, put it in perspective. (question; does it make first-timers Nico & Hayles IronMaidens?) Finally turned south at the quarry, suprised to see a traffic island out here, down to New Dookie and west homeward. Redirected via Old Dookie (less traffic) at the church, a very large yellow moon (closest it's been for 18 years apparently) rising through the clouds beside Mt Major was worth a glance or two. Rounded the toaster, down Old Dookie and left at Boundary (Pine Lodge Pub was packed....2 in the bar), swung into Channel Rd and back to town. 45k done @ 32.8 hr averaging 144. Olfactory elation with Mr Sanders scents on the way home.
An enthused turn up on Tuesday morning, pairs of Anthony's, Glenn's and Trevors joining the regulars. Kind of Temple to take a moderate first turn, several lurking behind were eager to crack the whip. 10 degrees was almost mild, a north easterly promising a helping hand in Boundary Rd. Speed went up over the bridges, too much for the other Trevor, quickly getting gapped off the back. I stayed with him for 500 metres offering a tow back to the bunch, but pennies were spent, he was happy to roll home under his own steam. Had the task then to make up a couple of hundred metres to rejoin (thankful of the tail breeze) Hooked on just before the turn into Mitchell. Goose advised sprinting was off the agenda with a dodgy pedal, dad to be Trav (congrats mate) travelling well despite some time off the bike and shaking off the flu. Daniel (undeterred by cold in short sleeves and knicks) exited to Archer as usual, Temple minimising chain life from little ring to little sprocket, howling down the Mt Nicolaci dip at peak rpm. The build up for Conrod was a gradual one till the 500 mark. Gav cut loose early (but paid the price) Rocket forced to an early launch too (with Chris horsepower threatening behind) to take the spoils of victory. 35.4 beat Cats and train, a later start at work allowed the pleasure of coffee and a yarn with a few Cats.
9 waiting at the hospital on Tuesday night, "no ferals" predicted by Axel promised a reprive on muscles. Trev and Nathan chased to join (assisting the elderly on the way) Brendan, Gools, Mitch, Steve and Dalton swelled the numbers too. Paired with young Andy on the front, noticed a pair a kilometre ahead acting as carrots. Can't get used to the big changes in temperatures over the course, sweating one moment, almost chilled the next. Speed was a little up and down but all got a go at the pointy end. Down the end of River Rd the carrots were finally revealed, Bomber & Steigy lying in wait (does that make him a stealth bomber?) Bit of a shuffle in the rotation , drew the short straw (again) trailing the big guns. With 2k's left in Raftery Rd someone pressed the single file button. There were only a few brave enough to head up front, but followed Simmo up to do my duty just as Bomber launched an attack with a kay to go! Survival of the fittest from then (hr @ 187 wasn't good enough to make up many postions) , Mitch and Nath joining the premature train. A well timed burst by Nathan took the honours, much relief for me crossing the line with 35.6 on the clock.
Wednesday's wind didn't allow much recovery, quite a push out Channel Rd. A lone fox scurried across the road, not a Scotty or a Choppy, but a bushy tailed version. 51 were first in Boundary Rd, heads down and tails up for the serious business of racing. A bright bubbly good morning from the P&W's, a couple of g'days from the Cats, then great relief turning homeward into Old Dookie Rd. Just a short no pressure lap, great for mind and muscle.
Another big roll up for Thursday's Couldabeens. 17 at 6am at 4 degrees, Bo with a dose of man flu, Daniel the polar opposite in short sleeves and short knicks, Temple's knee is on the mend, Goose had raided his wife's shoes for decent cleats, even had Vince return (a dose of flu not allowing 51 pace) Has Matty thrown the towel in already? Regulars, Jason, Nick, Travis, Ryan & co hit the foggy trail, hard to judge the corners and braking points with the fog. The usual speed surges from the usual culprits and almost a relief to get to Boundary Rd with much less fog. Discussions from jerseys to the federal treasurer stimulated the little grey cells en route, an eternal wait at Melbourne Rd for (peak hour?) traffic. Finally into Conrod straight Glenn put the hammer down, and with the big ammo behind me, thought they all needed to earn their breakfast. 800 metres was too long to survive at the front, Vince Rob & Goose eventually rounded me up when i'd lost all energy with the ticker redlined at 190. Rubber stamp a Rocket win, but 34.5 a good result considering the intermission at the highway.
Chickened out Thursday night from the Library group to rest the legs on a solo toaster loop (minus the Rudd Rd - Wanganui section) Wasn't concerned about speed, just to roll around without blowing a gasket. (one exception to escape the aroma of the Old Dookie Rd piggery.) Lights at the trotting track reminiscent of "Close encounters of the 3rd kind" were visible for almost the whole circuit. Temperature steadily dropped, blissfully unaware of speed, just tapped around to a music mix via i-pod. Finished the 50 just 10% slower than usual.
Meags, Fee, Grasshopper, Cougs & Stace were at the SPC start Friday morning, a suprise visit by Kel, Bo, Daniel & Ryan swelled the numbers. Supercats had bolted early into the 6.4 degree distance. A steady build up till Grasshopper and Bo hit the front and hit the gas. Daniel still in summer attire juggled the lead with Bo but at least allowed others to have their turn up front beyond the pub. Not a breath of wind made quite a change. All the way down to Melb Rd till another overly long wait for traffic allowed Cats to roll up behind, 51 joining the jam a moment later. Finally clear to left and right we all rolled away, an oncoming car didn't bother some (overtaking us 3 wide was a bit short on intelligence) Oh well, some are overly keen to race. Our little collection kept selves and standards upright for the remainder, watching the masses in the distance with a long trail of hangers-on attached. Satisfying to complete the week with a steady lap in great company, quick enough to beat the train to the crossing too.
Week 19 514km 18,504 calories (20.5kg baked beans) 33.4 average YTD 7680
"When you sit with a nice girl for 2 hours you think it's only a minute. When you sit on a hot stove for a minute you think it's 2 hours. That's relativity." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
Friday, May 4, 2012
Week 18
Saturdays ride has settled into a fairly regular crowd, good to have Matt and Kylie back and always a pleasure to have Hoffy's laugh aboard. Andrew's wheel is a prized one, a great draft sitting tall in the seat. The always considerate Nev had snuck onto the back somewhere out Raftery to join Kel, Bo, Cougs, Temple and Chris. Fog didn't help (particularly in the narrower stretches) but then every circuit has it's challenges. Six degrees wasn't assisting the muscles but a considerate tempo made it bearable, Dave hooked on near Archer Rd (already a few k's completed), the bunch steered down Central Kialla Rd and into the thinning Karramomus Rd (but thickening with bands of fog). Needed a smoother surface to lessen the punishment on the gluteus maximus but before long, a smoother and more visible path onto Shepp-Euroa Rd appeared. Sprint tactics were being bandied about as far back as the pub, all in vein though with master blaster Nev in the mix. Bo gave him some work to do (finished a fine 2nd), most just keen to finish as a team and warm up with coffee and exhuberant chat back at the Butterfactory. Great to see Leon join us, the collarbone mending well.
A relaxed short loop on Sunday, keeping the obsession enjoyable. A perfect day too, the sun warming the bones by 8am. Dispensed with my somewhat obsessive recording of numbers, just enjoyed turning the legs around for what it was. Made a great ride perfect with a big dose of caffine that the Butterfactory does so well (yes, blatant unpaid plug for my favourite cafe)
Hope springs eternal for the P&W's with Meags, Fee, Cougs and THM brave enough for the 3.6 degree start. All pleased to tackle the track single file (no abuse hurled by motorists either) we were out past School Rd when THM had a lighting malfunction, the lamp doing a dismount and attempting to be julienned by the front wheel. A pause in proceedings couldn't remedy so Griff chose the handheld option for the remainder. Cats caught us near River Rd, but we soldiered on, great turns by the quick chicks again. We managed to reel in Cat Keeno who'd gone OTA near Archer Rd, and by Conrod straight Fee & Cougs had hit the turbo for a quick finish. A good solid performance despite breathing icy oxygen and muscles protesting from the chill.
Only had half a tank of motivation Monday arvo, dreamed up a figure eight circuit that took in some of the toaster loop. Put some effort into Archer Rd (spurred on by a hint of tail wind) but reality set in for Mitchell Rd. An inbuilt rev-limiter set the pace as light faded from viewing the speedo, something says faster or slower when the mental picture of distance is calculated. Up Boundary, right into Old Dookie, to the toaster then the Emu. Left back into Boundary (not a great decision, forgot how bad those rumble strips were) then onto Old Dookie and homeward. Had no great expectations of the average, flying blind, but pleased to finish under a street light showing a 34 average. A 151h.r. average explained a big appetite (and legs of stone)
An early call from Kel Tuesday morning told of a puncture in transit for Bo, with a hope of intercepting us in Mitchell Rd. 16 assembled in the carpark got away a minute late, almost mild at 11 degrees but a NNE blowing at 17km/h was the payback. A bit of a push out Channel Rd but the reward came at Boundary. Goose had confessed nobbling Greendog at the weekend (one way to win the sprint) Temple nursed a crook knee, great to have an freshly inspired Matt back in the bunch, Chris A played diplomat and Glenn G squeezed the accellerator. We tore down Mitchell at a fair clip but were stalled at Central Kialla Rd with traffic from several fronts. A considerate slow build up to cruising speed once underway, but pussycats closing in had a whiff of line honours after we had another wait at Melbourne Rd. They'd almost emptied the tank in pursuit, with half of their bunch crawling past near Arcadia Downs, but couldn't make much ground. All went a bit ugly with three and four wide in Conrod, calls of car back unheeded. Many of us joined the self preservation society by staying back from the sprint, content to finish upright and enjoy the 35.4 result. Train services have resumed, the old loco just beating us to the crossing. Had yet another moment with a motorist veering left then braking a metre after passing me, right in front of the police station too! A brief verbal spray was subsequently delivered at the traffic lights.
A new set of Vredesteins on today inspiring some confidence, the previous pair surviving 5,300 km in 13 weeks with just 3 punctures. 9 had gathered at the hospital boom gates Tuesday evening, welcoming back Graham from many weeks on northern drilling rigs. When underway and bunch order established, i became the meat between two slices of Nathan & Robbo, hot fast food to go. In the high 30's and into the 15k northeaster bumped up the heartrate, a suprisingly mild 19 degrees saving some pain. By end of Ford Rd there was a spicy serving of Bomber, Mitch and Steigy to really keep talk to a minimum. Turning at the Emu, Bomber lit the fuse stretching the bunch out for the next several k's, subsequent engine drivers copying his effort. Gasped a few words of brief conversation with Gools but soon after preserved the oxygen for the turn with Robbo, barely a kilometre at 44 per hour was enough for this old bloke. Steigy shaved a whole k off the pace beside me (should I be grateful?) and a few turns later it was a pleasure to be 4th wheel with a decent draft and a now managable heart rate. There was a brief respite at the end of River Rd but the hurt started again nearing Archer. Came up for front duty again rounding Roubaix corner, this time with Bomber. 300 metres was enough, so called a short turn (setting off similar turns by others which only snowballed the tempo) Most of Conrod straight was driven at 48, so hung on by the fingertips at 187bpm to finish midfield. Didn't feel so bad looking back, half a kilometre of scattered lights, the legacy of 43k's in just 1.09 with a 37.3k / 143bpm average.
All kitted up, breakfast on board by 5.30am Wednesday , battery charged and tyres pumped, keen for a quiet roll, but got as far as the letterbox when spits of rain spelt a destiny of dampness. Radar confirmed the guess, a heavy band approaching from the north west. A morning off won't hurt. But missed the pleasure of a ride to fill up on motivation.
An earlier start at the coalface on Thursday morning, so a shorter lap earlier was the heartstarter for the day. Not as icy with a light south west breeze (but cool all the same) made a no pressure journey east and north, two large bunches passing south in Boundary Rd. Cats and Supercats possibly? No idea in the dark. The wind had picked up (co-incidentally when turned west back to town) which drained a bit from the fuel tank. Perfect reason to justify a second breakfast and a good feed at "smoko". The intention of a Thursday night ride was scuttled by a rather busy day, cold temperatures and bad case of the "can't be f..........."
Princess, Sosso, Grasshopper, Cougs and Meags were tenacious enough to endure a 2 degree P&W start Friday, no TT faction this morning, solidarity ruled. A couteous pace by the lads, though Princess is gently on the recovery trail and Sosso admitting a lack of training. Quite a suprise hitting the loose gravel of road repairs after Dobsons' estate, those split seconds with fear of altering steering or touching brakes. Down near River Rd we caught ejected supercat Rod (stopped for puncture) who hitched a ride back on our little train. A little hesitation for a car on the main channel bridge, then the seemingly relentless 10k of Mitchell Rd with fog and even cooler patches to keep us on alert. Bo & Kel were sidelined at Archer Rd with a puncture forcing an early Supercat exit. Over the highway and onto Raftery, Grasshopper and Rod weren't short on velocity, I was content to witness the sprint from behind (as were Meags and Cougs), muscles not complying over 40 and lungs full of iceblocks. Content beating the Cats to the line, but then mocked by the train, boom gates halting us.
Some highly recommended reading at <cyclingtips.com.au > "The Mt Everest day in Melbourne"
(thanks Grasshopper)
Week 18 383km 13,405 calories (10kg potato wedges) 32.9km/h average YTD- 7,166 km
"If you think knowledge is dangerous, try ignorance" Mark Twain 1835 -1910
A relaxed short loop on Sunday, keeping the obsession enjoyable. A perfect day too, the sun warming the bones by 8am. Dispensed with my somewhat obsessive recording of numbers, just enjoyed turning the legs around for what it was. Made a great ride perfect with a big dose of caffine that the Butterfactory does so well (yes, blatant unpaid plug for my favourite cafe)
Hope springs eternal for the P&W's with Meags, Fee, Cougs and THM brave enough for the 3.6 degree start. All pleased to tackle the track single file (no abuse hurled by motorists either) we were out past School Rd when THM had a lighting malfunction, the lamp doing a dismount and attempting to be julienned by the front wheel. A pause in proceedings couldn't remedy so Griff chose the handheld option for the remainder. Cats caught us near River Rd, but we soldiered on, great turns by the quick chicks again. We managed to reel in Cat Keeno who'd gone OTA near Archer Rd, and by Conrod straight Fee & Cougs had hit the turbo for a quick finish. A good solid performance despite breathing icy oxygen and muscles protesting from the chill.
Only had half a tank of motivation Monday arvo, dreamed up a figure eight circuit that took in some of the toaster loop. Put some effort into Archer Rd (spurred on by a hint of tail wind) but reality set in for Mitchell Rd. An inbuilt rev-limiter set the pace as light faded from viewing the speedo, something says faster or slower when the mental picture of distance is calculated. Up Boundary, right into Old Dookie, to the toaster then the Emu. Left back into Boundary (not a great decision, forgot how bad those rumble strips were) then onto Old Dookie and homeward. Had no great expectations of the average, flying blind, but pleased to finish under a street light showing a 34 average. A 151h.r. average explained a big appetite (and legs of stone)
An early call from Kel Tuesday morning told of a puncture in transit for Bo, with a hope of intercepting us in Mitchell Rd. 16 assembled in the carpark got away a minute late, almost mild at 11 degrees but a NNE blowing at 17km/h was the payback. A bit of a push out Channel Rd but the reward came at Boundary. Goose had confessed nobbling Greendog at the weekend (one way to win the sprint) Temple nursed a crook knee, great to have an freshly inspired Matt back in the bunch, Chris A played diplomat and Glenn G squeezed the accellerator. We tore down Mitchell at a fair clip but were stalled at Central Kialla Rd with traffic from several fronts. A considerate slow build up to cruising speed once underway, but pussycats closing in had a whiff of line honours after we had another wait at Melbourne Rd. They'd almost emptied the tank in pursuit, with half of their bunch crawling past near Arcadia Downs, but couldn't make much ground. All went a bit ugly with three and four wide in Conrod, calls of car back unheeded. Many of us joined the self preservation society by staying back from the sprint, content to finish upright and enjoy the 35.4 result. Train services have resumed, the old loco just beating us to the crossing. Had yet another moment with a motorist veering left then braking a metre after passing me, right in front of the police station too! A brief verbal spray was subsequently delivered at the traffic lights.
A new set of Vredesteins on today inspiring some confidence, the previous pair surviving 5,300 km in 13 weeks with just 3 punctures. 9 had gathered at the hospital boom gates Tuesday evening, welcoming back Graham from many weeks on northern drilling rigs. When underway and bunch order established, i became the meat between two slices of Nathan & Robbo, hot fast food to go. In the high 30's and into the 15k northeaster bumped up the heartrate, a suprisingly mild 19 degrees saving some pain. By end of Ford Rd there was a spicy serving of Bomber, Mitch and Steigy to really keep talk to a minimum. Turning at the Emu, Bomber lit the fuse stretching the bunch out for the next several k's, subsequent engine drivers copying his effort. Gasped a few words of brief conversation with Gools but soon after preserved the oxygen for the turn with Robbo, barely a kilometre at 44 per hour was enough for this old bloke. Steigy shaved a whole k off the pace beside me (should I be grateful?) and a few turns later it was a pleasure to be 4th wheel with a decent draft and a now managable heart rate. There was a brief respite at the end of River Rd but the hurt started again nearing Archer. Came up for front duty again rounding Roubaix corner, this time with Bomber. 300 metres was enough, so called a short turn (setting off similar turns by others which only snowballed the tempo) Most of Conrod straight was driven at 48, so hung on by the fingertips at 187bpm to finish midfield. Didn't feel so bad looking back, half a kilometre of scattered lights, the legacy of 43k's in just 1.09 with a 37.3k / 143bpm average.
All kitted up, breakfast on board by 5.30am Wednesday , battery charged and tyres pumped, keen for a quiet roll, but got as far as the letterbox when spits of rain spelt a destiny of dampness. Radar confirmed the guess, a heavy band approaching from the north west. A morning off won't hurt. But missed the pleasure of a ride to fill up on motivation.
An earlier start at the coalface on Thursday morning, so a shorter lap earlier was the heartstarter for the day. Not as icy with a light south west breeze (but cool all the same) made a no pressure journey east and north, two large bunches passing south in Boundary Rd. Cats and Supercats possibly? No idea in the dark. The wind had picked up (co-incidentally when turned west back to town) which drained a bit from the fuel tank. Perfect reason to justify a second breakfast and a good feed at "smoko". The intention of a Thursday night ride was scuttled by a rather busy day, cold temperatures and bad case of the "can't be f..........."
Princess, Sosso, Grasshopper, Cougs and Meags were tenacious enough to endure a 2 degree P&W start Friday, no TT faction this morning, solidarity ruled. A couteous pace by the lads, though Princess is gently on the recovery trail and Sosso admitting a lack of training. Quite a suprise hitting the loose gravel of road repairs after Dobsons' estate, those split seconds with fear of altering steering or touching brakes. Down near River Rd we caught ejected supercat Rod (stopped for puncture) who hitched a ride back on our little train. A little hesitation for a car on the main channel bridge, then the seemingly relentless 10k of Mitchell Rd with fog and even cooler patches to keep us on alert. Bo & Kel were sidelined at Archer Rd with a puncture forcing an early Supercat exit. Over the highway and onto Raftery, Grasshopper and Rod weren't short on velocity, I was content to witness the sprint from behind (as were Meags and Cougs), muscles not complying over 40 and lungs full of iceblocks. Content beating the Cats to the line, but then mocked by the train, boom gates halting us.
Some highly recommended reading at <cyclingtips.com.au > "The Mt Everest day in Melbourne"
(thanks Grasshopper)
Week 18 383km 13,405 calories (10kg potato wedges) 32.9km/h average YTD- 7,166 km
"If you think knowledge is dangerous, try ignorance" Mark Twain 1835 -1910
Friday, April 27, 2012
Week 17
A smaller turn up to Saturdays lap (many excused on other duties, others plainly desserting!) but we were entertained with Dave's exhuberant verbosity (in preparation for a forthcoming role?) and the resulting sledging. Cool again for the 47k, foggy patches to contend with too. Well paced all the way to Karramomus Rd but Andrew dropped his sunnies when we headed into the sunrise. Gave him a tow back to the bunch when he'd retrieved them (undamaged) but Dave's continual yarns were opening up "chat-gaps" in the bunch, Coogs chastising brilliantly. No call for the little branch laying on the Shepp-Euroa Rd, my front wheel becoming a Mavic mulcher, without damage thankfully. Steady mid 30's northward, carving through fog laying over the Broken. By Old Dookie Rd a couple of tanks were emptying but Dave, Bo Kel & Steve were spooled up ready for the sprint. I was content to stay midfield and view a thrash between Dave & Bo for victory, Kel keeping them busy nipping at their heels. A decent 33.7 for the course, hr averaging 126. Some confusion on the course to the Butterfactory when we got to SPC's roundabout, but all eventually organised to enjoy a good yarn, the sunshine's warmth a bonus. Much prophecy with Hoffy over coffee (sorry, couldn't resist) extended the stay, a great start to the weekend.
Plans for a 100+ ride were shelved in the early hours of Sunday morning, light rain showers forced a change of plans, pondered over an extra hours slumber till the front passed. A leisurely breakfast to ensure the damp had passed then off for a toaster loop. Noticed Ruley out on a run and particularly noticed the new (&narrow) roundabout at the golf course (no more sprints to the cemetery). A north-noreast wind at 18 made for a push to the emu, the tacho over 165 all the way as testament. Relief to turn south, and suprised to see a long lost member of the circuit back after a considerable absence....Carol the emu! There were a few riders in the distance to persue, but arriving at the toaster something had clearly gone wrong, all were standing at the side of the road, a touch of wheels has brought a lass down to face plant the asphalt (a bit of bark off a cheek) a bit dazed by the spill. Resumed the course after checking all was in hand, nicer again to be headed east, still in the 150+ bpm's but now in the high 30k's, the 98% relative humidity working up quite a sweat. Eventually into Mitchell Rd I spied a pink spec on the horizon which inspired the continued push, though it was 11k's slogging for me to catch the rider which turned out to be Kylie (out on a stretch of run legs) just after Roubaix corner. A quiet roll into town (whilst Bugs rolled even quieter out) and spoilt myself with coffee and banana toast as reward for the 159bpm/33.4k average.
Wondered who would front for P&W Monday, some taking to the heated pool in preference to the chill on a bike (a few possibly tapering for Port Mac too?) Only the Fox, Meags and Coogs brave enough and tough enough for the elements today. Great company of a pair of quick chicks and the Fox (look up gentleman in the dictionary and you'll find his picture there) for the 30k's, trying to steer clear of the puddles from last nights downpour, navigating the foggy patches too. Steady paced turns by all (a fair collection of cats finally catching us 3 k from home) and a charge by the girls for the line (Coogs by a length) made for a great start to the working week. Monday night off with weather threatening, poor old bike got a long overdue clean.
An icy chill on Tuesday morning (blown straight off an ex-wife?) kept the temperature at 6 (a WNW @ 17 clicks) , a good show of Couldabeens though. No abstentee notes from Daniel, Temple or Vince (is it women and children first?) but a quality field with lots of horsepower from Rocket, young Chris, Steve, Goose and Greeny (tough as nails in short knicks) putting a halt to any form of conversation half way into Channel Rd. Trev mediated a peace treaty to the drivers on the front, a couple of k's off gave many a chance to draw breath (including Trev's guest Trevor) Great to have most of the team still soldiering on in the colder weeks (yes, a less than subtle hint to Matty, Tim and a couple of others to cast off the doona and sprinkle concrete on their porridge) Just past Arcadia Downs when the (early) Cats took a gamble at passing before the blind bend (Keeno preserved commonsense though passing just after with a clear view ahead) Funny how several went kaboom soon after to be rounded up by us, The dawg had jumped on (the pigeon amongst the cats?) taking flight in the feline sprint to steal 2nd. A united Couldabeens finish at 35.2 most satisfactory.
The early arvo rain and it's radar footprint had cleared by 5 (temperature was down to 8) so set forth to the hospital group start. Clock ticked over 6......and not one soul fronted. Just me and my mates tonite! Two choices; I'm mad or they're soft. Chosing answer 2, i set off on a quite fresh 30k, keeping well off the redline at 135. The westerly was still at 18km/h, so preserved a few jelly beans for the leg home. Back down Old Dookie Rd an ominous skyline kept dawdling off the agenda. Back dry with a 32.1 recorded, sniggering at the so called hard lads who were obviously tucked up cosy at home doing their knitting.
Fee had posted a 70k lap for Anzac day, value added with a Friars breakfast following. Who could refuse? Hardly anyone by the great turn-up at the police station. Couldabeens Temple, Daniel, Steve, Bo & Kel joined with P&W's Scotty, Meags, Grasshopper, Minto, THM, Stace, Fee, Ayto, Guysy and Hayles (dual citizenships held by Coogs, Greendawg and me) even Fitzy joined in. Minto & Grasshoper drove a flying Scotsman to Mooroopna and a lot of Toolamba Rd, a more achieveable rate of knots ensued thereafter, the icy 7 degree westerly (@20 with gusts to 32) made the Tat leg tough going. THM with spine levelled to the horizon, Meags serving out the sledges, Hayles total 51kg providing the draft of a matchstick, IronmanAyto dishing up humour in spades, an entertaining holiday on the bike. A relief to turn south in Dhurringile Rd, a better tailwind bonus heading west to Toolamba. The odd pause to reassemble the troops at some intersections, through Toolamba and onward to Union Rd. A nature break for Minto & Grasshopper (encouraging us to press on) was their excuse for a TT pursuit (not sure if Fitzy was aware of their intention) Light mist drove from the west to make Central Kialla Rd a bit miserable, the thoughts of coffee and a cooked breakfast were enough to plug away to the finish. The headwind was back to haunt us in Mitchell Rd, over the highway and onto Raftery Rd several were eager to ramp up the speed, the bunch quickly going indian file in the closing stages. Noticed a couple missing from the pack at Arcadia Downs, backed out to relieve Meags and Coogs of the wind for a tow back to town. 70 done and dusted @ 32.7 Great to enjoy coffee and a ripper 'Veg out' with the crew.
Took a calmer ride option Thursday morning, trying to i.d. 4 bunches in the dark the only pressure till the drive west back to town, Wednesday's westerly still a hangover. The BM into the pits today for a pair of 175 cranks to trial (maybe a little easier leverage than the 170's currently fitted?) Picked up the bike (ha ha, Sly had it on the unacustomed little ring and 25) but didn't get away till late Thursday night, headed out Old Dookie with the idea of catching the bunch on the way back from the toaster. Saw the group turn into Boundary but I was still 1.5k shy of the intersection. Figured a solo run wouldn't hurt and was contemplating a Channel Rd exit, but felt i maybe bridging the gap with tailights a bit closer. The 5mm longer cranks did feel a bit easier (no speedo light to verify the data) to reset the target to River Rd, but wasn't expecting to catch. Just 2k's into River Rd i'd joined the back of the bunch, Steve, Trav & young Liam, Dalton and company on a quieter paced loop. A chance for the hr to settle from a long chase and watch how this 11 year old can ride. The odd streetlight along the course showed a low 30's speed, but the customary acceleration in Raftery wasn't overlooked. It was 40's pointing into Conrod straight, Liam being shown the finer points of a sprint (and led out by dad), kicked in the dip to take a win by a wheel, a 46km/h max quite an achievement. Feeling comfortable with the longer cranks (seat height unchanged) comfortable too with the 33.7/138 average.
Friday's P&W duty had 8 in attendance but Wizz, Grasshopper, Scotty and Jeramy were keen to TT. I got the icing on the cake with 3 quick chicks as company for the regular 30 k. Headed toward the Doyles Rd roundabout to cop a verbal "maggots" sprayed from a passing ute, someone clearly in need of anger management classes (giving way to supercats at the roundabout had apparently delayed him a second or two!) Rolled steadily on to Boundary Rd with Cougs, Meags & Fee (very pretty 'maggots' in my book) then wisely went single file for the remainder, a little resistance southbound, 5 degrees not assisting muscles. Long, strong turns by the girls, eventually a dozen (not-so-super) Cats caught us approaching Central Kialla Rd. Most of the alpha-males didn't bother to give way to Area 51 howling in from the right (to the tune of some choice words from Leigh's brigade) but were quickly dealt a dose of acceleration to shake them off. We quickly rounded up a few that had been ejected from both groups, only Simon able to endure. Finished Conrod straight in the high 30's, a steady 31.7 nice to finish the week on.
Week 17 441 km 15,876 calories (176 Cappiccino's) 32.7km/h average YTD 6783km
"The mind is like the stomach, you should only ask as much as it can digest" Winston Churchill 1874-1965
Plans for a 100+ ride were shelved in the early hours of Sunday morning, light rain showers forced a change of plans, pondered over an extra hours slumber till the front passed. A leisurely breakfast to ensure the damp had passed then off for a toaster loop. Noticed Ruley out on a run and particularly noticed the new (&narrow) roundabout at the golf course (no more sprints to the cemetery). A north-noreast wind at 18 made for a push to the emu, the tacho over 165 all the way as testament. Relief to turn south, and suprised to see a long lost member of the circuit back after a considerable absence....Carol the emu! There were a few riders in the distance to persue, but arriving at the toaster something had clearly gone wrong, all were standing at the side of the road, a touch of wheels has brought a lass down to face plant the asphalt (a bit of bark off a cheek) a bit dazed by the spill. Resumed the course after checking all was in hand, nicer again to be headed east, still in the 150+ bpm's but now in the high 30k's, the 98% relative humidity working up quite a sweat. Eventually into Mitchell Rd I spied a pink spec on the horizon which inspired the continued push, though it was 11k's slogging for me to catch the rider which turned out to be Kylie (out on a stretch of run legs) just after Roubaix corner. A quiet roll into town (whilst Bugs rolled even quieter out) and spoilt myself with coffee and banana toast as reward for the 159bpm/33.4k average.
Wondered who would front for P&W Monday, some taking to the heated pool in preference to the chill on a bike (a few possibly tapering for Port Mac too?) Only the Fox, Meags and Coogs brave enough and tough enough for the elements today. Great company of a pair of quick chicks and the Fox (look up gentleman in the dictionary and you'll find his picture there) for the 30k's, trying to steer clear of the puddles from last nights downpour, navigating the foggy patches too. Steady paced turns by all (a fair collection of cats finally catching us 3 k from home) and a charge by the girls for the line (Coogs by a length) made for a great start to the working week. Monday night off with weather threatening, poor old bike got a long overdue clean.
An icy chill on Tuesday morning (blown straight off an ex-wife?) kept the temperature at 6 (a WNW @ 17 clicks) , a good show of Couldabeens though. No abstentee notes from Daniel, Temple or Vince (is it women and children first?) but a quality field with lots of horsepower from Rocket, young Chris, Steve, Goose and Greeny (tough as nails in short knicks) putting a halt to any form of conversation half way into Channel Rd. Trev mediated a peace treaty to the drivers on the front, a couple of k's off gave many a chance to draw breath (including Trev's guest Trevor) Great to have most of the team still soldiering on in the colder weeks (yes, a less than subtle hint to Matty, Tim and a couple of others to cast off the doona and sprinkle concrete on their porridge) Just past Arcadia Downs when the (early) Cats took a gamble at passing before the blind bend (Keeno preserved commonsense though passing just after with a clear view ahead) Funny how several went kaboom soon after to be rounded up by us, The dawg had jumped on (the pigeon amongst the cats?) taking flight in the feline sprint to steal 2nd. A united Couldabeens finish at 35.2 most satisfactory.
The early arvo rain and it's radar footprint had cleared by 5 (temperature was down to 8) so set forth to the hospital group start. Clock ticked over 6......and not one soul fronted. Just me and my mates tonite! Two choices; I'm mad or they're soft. Chosing answer 2, i set off on a quite fresh 30k, keeping well off the redline at 135. The westerly was still at 18km/h, so preserved a few jelly beans for the leg home. Back down Old Dookie Rd an ominous skyline kept dawdling off the agenda. Back dry with a 32.1 recorded, sniggering at the so called hard lads who were obviously tucked up cosy at home doing their knitting.
Fee had posted a 70k lap for Anzac day, value added with a Friars breakfast following. Who could refuse? Hardly anyone by the great turn-up at the police station. Couldabeens Temple, Daniel, Steve, Bo & Kel joined with P&W's Scotty, Meags, Grasshopper, Minto, THM, Stace, Fee, Ayto, Guysy and Hayles (dual citizenships held by Coogs, Greendawg and me) even Fitzy joined in. Minto & Grasshoper drove a flying Scotsman to Mooroopna and a lot of Toolamba Rd, a more achieveable rate of knots ensued thereafter, the icy 7 degree westerly (@20 with gusts to 32) made the Tat leg tough going. THM with spine levelled to the horizon, Meags serving out the sledges, Hayles total 51kg providing the draft of a matchstick, IronmanAyto dishing up humour in spades, an entertaining holiday on the bike. A relief to turn south in Dhurringile Rd, a better tailwind bonus heading west to Toolamba. The odd pause to reassemble the troops at some intersections, through Toolamba and onward to Union Rd. A nature break for Minto & Grasshopper (encouraging us to press on) was their excuse for a TT pursuit (not sure if Fitzy was aware of their intention) Light mist drove from the west to make Central Kialla Rd a bit miserable, the thoughts of coffee and a cooked breakfast were enough to plug away to the finish. The headwind was back to haunt us in Mitchell Rd, over the highway and onto Raftery Rd several were eager to ramp up the speed, the bunch quickly going indian file in the closing stages. Noticed a couple missing from the pack at Arcadia Downs, backed out to relieve Meags and Coogs of the wind for a tow back to town. 70 done and dusted @ 32.7 Great to enjoy coffee and a ripper 'Veg out' with the crew.
Took a calmer ride option Thursday morning, trying to i.d. 4 bunches in the dark the only pressure till the drive west back to town, Wednesday's westerly still a hangover. The BM into the pits today for a pair of 175 cranks to trial (maybe a little easier leverage than the 170's currently fitted?) Picked up the bike (ha ha, Sly had it on the unacustomed little ring and 25) but didn't get away till late Thursday night, headed out Old Dookie with the idea of catching the bunch on the way back from the toaster. Saw the group turn into Boundary but I was still 1.5k shy of the intersection. Figured a solo run wouldn't hurt and was contemplating a Channel Rd exit, but felt i maybe bridging the gap with tailights a bit closer. The 5mm longer cranks did feel a bit easier (no speedo light to verify the data) to reset the target to River Rd, but wasn't expecting to catch. Just 2k's into River Rd i'd joined the back of the bunch, Steve, Trav & young Liam, Dalton and company on a quieter paced loop. A chance for the hr to settle from a long chase and watch how this 11 year old can ride. The odd streetlight along the course showed a low 30's speed, but the customary acceleration in Raftery wasn't overlooked. It was 40's pointing into Conrod straight, Liam being shown the finer points of a sprint (and led out by dad), kicked in the dip to take a win by a wheel, a 46km/h max quite an achievement. Feeling comfortable with the longer cranks (seat height unchanged) comfortable too with the 33.7/138 average.
Friday's P&W duty had 8 in attendance but Wizz, Grasshopper, Scotty and Jeramy were keen to TT. I got the icing on the cake with 3 quick chicks as company for the regular 30 k. Headed toward the Doyles Rd roundabout to cop a verbal "maggots" sprayed from a passing ute, someone clearly in need of anger management classes (giving way to supercats at the roundabout had apparently delayed him a second or two!) Rolled steadily on to Boundary Rd with Cougs, Meags & Fee (very pretty 'maggots' in my book) then wisely went single file for the remainder, a little resistance southbound, 5 degrees not assisting muscles. Long, strong turns by the girls, eventually a dozen (not-so-super) Cats caught us approaching Central Kialla Rd. Most of the alpha-males didn't bother to give way to Area 51 howling in from the right (to the tune of some choice words from Leigh's brigade) but were quickly dealt a dose of acceleration to shake them off. We quickly rounded up a few that had been ejected from both groups, only Simon able to endure. Finished Conrod straight in the high 30's, a steady 31.7 nice to finish the week on.
Week 17 441 km 15,876 calories (176 Cappiccino's) 32.7km/h average YTD 6783km
"The mind is like the stomach, you should only ask as much as it can digest" Winston Churchill 1874-1965
Friday, April 20, 2012
Week 16
The eastern standard time daylight has been very shortlived, back to the proper headlight to navigate my way to the Peppermill for the 6.30 Saturday departure. A downsized group today (a few absconding to feline endeavours) but quality thankfully prevails, great sledging over last weeks puncture repairs set a humourous beginning. Still feels backward rolling out Raftery (the usual scene of rapid finishes) however a clear and still morning with the sunrise's orange sky inspiring. Seems Ridleys are conquering the earth lately, Kel now trialing one. Keith had switched camps from the later group to trial a run with us, Axel, Nick and Dave returning from brief breaks too. Speed was down a welcomed fraction today (a few over-enthusiastic ones being absent perhaps?) 15 finding things comfortable in the mid 30's. A brief moment of single file for an oncoming car on the skinny section of the Shepp-Euroa Rd, over the East Goulburn main channel, then pour on the pace to stay with Glenn & Axel cranking up the tempo. By the pub things had eased back, Dave throwing around mixed sprint scenarios to confuse the contenders (a defined finish line this week at least!) Democratically all together crossing Central Ave, the wind-up near Dobsons had Dave champing at the bit. He inherited the front with 400 to go with Bo, me and Daniel lined up for the jump (or the crumbs) A moment of hesitation with an oncoming car played my hand, able to pounce to 52 (188bpm) at the last gasp for the chocolates. A great lap for all really, no shame in the 33 average. Coug's smoother & safer route chosen through town for coffee and tall tales, some humourous retribution dealt by Ken for prior pranks (but Foss's folly has barely begun!)
Opened up a big volume of the book of excuses Sunday morning, despite the eyes opening at 4.30. Memories of a flat Friday maybe? The bike stayed on it's stand, hr ticked over at 58, a decadent sleep in till 6.30.
Chose a solitary ride Monday morning, dopamine the drug of choice to purge the ghost of troubles past and maybe to ease the turbulence of struggles present? 9 degrees felt a bit milder at 5.30, certainly peaceful other than the wind noise at (between?) the ears. Just one (courteous) car along Lemnos Cosgrove Rd, then turned down Boundary Rd remembering to "thread the needle" at the edge of the rumble strips. Haven't had the speedo light on lately, there's an interesting mystery about the speed that will either suprise or sadden when light reveals the truth. Good to have that unknown element. Could just make out the red pinpoint of a tailight ahead , 2k's later rounded up Mo on a recovery ride from Echuca's weekend race. He was quick to latch on my wheel for the trip home (funny, a Vespa towing a Veyron) doubts about speed both an advantage and burden. Eyes down approaching the only street light at the end of Channel Rd, pleased to see 37.5. Happy finishing with a 34.5 over the 30, a good yarn with Dave through town and the very welcome slice of raisin toast when home as reward.
Monday arvo's random ride was facing the demons; out Bells / Armstrong Rd, Cosgrove-Caniambo Rd to the Camel Farm and back via New Dookie Rd. 20 degrees was ideal and just a light southerly to contend with. A couple of rabbits caused a moment darting out (a hasty retreat thankfully) in Boundary Rd but the reality of the long unrelenting stretch of Bells & Armstrong Rd took some mental adjustment. Long shadows across the burnt stubbled fields and an orange sky distracted the 11.08 k's of tarmac, narrowing to just 3 metres at the end. (I guess it could have been the similarly straight road out of Balladonia W.A....all 146k of it) A left into Bridge Rd and up to the highway highlighted the councils' engineeering skills of laying bitumen over corrugations, maybe a testament to the cobbles of Roubaix? Deafened by the squauk of galahs and soon after mocked by kookaburras, hung a left at the Camel farm and set sail westward and homeward on New Dookie Rd. About 1.7 million kamikaze insects did their best to uphold the martyrs honour against bike and body (i prefer a better flavour in protein supplements) but happily home with a 32.8 over the 60k's, hr averaging 139.
Vince seems to have run away to join the 51 circus, but 14 turned up for the Couldabeens lap. Goose and Greeny fronted up, bringing along Cranky. Kel, Bo & Steve a little secondhand from weekend racing, Temple too with 200 clocked at the weekend. Cougs missing with a dose of the flu, but Chris recovering from his dose acted as rear gunner. The usual burst of pace near the end of Channel Rd then felt a touch of breeze against us in Boundary. Goose and the Dawg legged it at the dog-leg, stretching away on a TT. Numbers shrunk with the regular departees, Cranky & Chris hanging on the back and only 6 left driving the engine. Just Jason, Temple, Gav & me to fight it out for 2nd. (my totally inadequate 52km/h at 190bpm was merely a lame a tow for Rocket) but a solid ride completed at 35.7. averaging 138bpm.
Encouraging to find 9 at the hospital Tuesday evening (beats last weeks 3) young Nath back from the honeymoon clearly rested and revitalised to thrash us into submission. Steve & Deano replicated the speed to make a rapid journey east, Mitch fuelling the fire too, with smoke from the nearby stubble burn wrecking respiration. A touch of southwesterly was detected from the pigfarms' windsock of aroma, only small variations in speed in Old Dookie and Boundary dependant on who squeezed the accellerator. Some warm and chilly patches felt along the route, having a 4th turn at the front with the ever improving Gools in River Rd. Not the best of calls at Melbourne Rd, splitting the bunch with traffic, but democracy ruled a wait till the bunch reformed. By Arcadia Downs there was a line half a k long, Nath did a monster tow, Mitch the clear winner, Robbo a late charge for position from being snookered, Gools turning up the wick well but Foss could only get 5th at 54 clicks with the tacho at 183. An impressive 37.2 average for the bunch on a cool night, good yarns on the roll home put the icing on the cake.
The usual procession of bunches down Boundary Rd on Wednesday, although it's hard to tell who's who with the sun struggling to get up before 7. An audio check of happy hello's, or the odd grunt, maybe the howl of wheels under stress usually gives the game away. Nev ofetn calls a good morning to confirm it's 51. A good low 30's recovery lap as always, legs appreciating the spice of life that is variety. A concerted effort to keep up the H2O intake this past week has eased the lead legs feeling, though the recommended 2.4 - 4.1 litres/day is a long way off. The H2O falling from the sky put a halt to riding Thursday am or pm, a quieter week wont be out of order.
With a special invite to the much heralded Ayto relaunch, Friday's P&W lap was highly anticipated and not to be missed. Quite a roll up to this epic event, Stace, Nico, Coogs, Grasshopper, Fee, Meags & Fox, Sootie, Hayles, the cream of society, but only missing one person.....Ayto! (Must have relaunched himself under the doona?) Despite the lack of the guest of honour, a good circuit by the crew, picking up Bo, Kel & Fitzy in Boundary Rd, welcoming Greendawg into the fold in Mitchell. Meags unfortunately punctured nearing Arcadia Downs, Fox, Fee and Sootie stopped as pit crew, others (on early starts) kept the wheels in motion. Grasshopper was elected lead-out man for a quick chick battle to the line, Hayles just edging out Coogs for line honours, an even 34 average. A near miss as excitment on the roll through town, a driver (still asleep?) entering Melb Rd from the service lane, stabbing the anchors at the last moment realising we existed nearby (and had right of way). Thanks to Fitzy's alert, week 16 finished safely.
Week 16 345km 12730 calories (254 Teddy Bear biscuits) 33.7km/h average. YTD 6342km
"Better to remain silent and thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" Abraham Lincoln
1809-1865
Opened up a big volume of the book of excuses Sunday morning, despite the eyes opening at 4.30. Memories of a flat Friday maybe? The bike stayed on it's stand, hr ticked over at 58, a decadent sleep in till 6.30.
Chose a solitary ride Monday morning, dopamine the drug of choice to purge the ghost of troubles past and maybe to ease the turbulence of struggles present? 9 degrees felt a bit milder at 5.30, certainly peaceful other than the wind noise at (between?) the ears. Just one (courteous) car along Lemnos Cosgrove Rd, then turned down Boundary Rd remembering to "thread the needle" at the edge of the rumble strips. Haven't had the speedo light on lately, there's an interesting mystery about the speed that will either suprise or sadden when light reveals the truth. Good to have that unknown element. Could just make out the red pinpoint of a tailight ahead , 2k's later rounded up Mo on a recovery ride from Echuca's weekend race. He was quick to latch on my wheel for the trip home (funny, a Vespa towing a Veyron) doubts about speed both an advantage and burden. Eyes down approaching the only street light at the end of Channel Rd, pleased to see 37.5. Happy finishing with a 34.5 over the 30, a good yarn with Dave through town and the very welcome slice of raisin toast when home as reward.
Monday arvo's random ride was facing the demons; out Bells / Armstrong Rd, Cosgrove-Caniambo Rd to the Camel Farm and back via New Dookie Rd. 20 degrees was ideal and just a light southerly to contend with. A couple of rabbits caused a moment darting out (a hasty retreat thankfully) in Boundary Rd but the reality of the long unrelenting stretch of Bells & Armstrong Rd took some mental adjustment. Long shadows across the burnt stubbled fields and an orange sky distracted the 11.08 k's of tarmac, narrowing to just 3 metres at the end. (I guess it could have been the similarly straight road out of Balladonia W.A....all 146k of it) A left into Bridge Rd and up to the highway highlighted the councils' engineeering skills of laying bitumen over corrugations, maybe a testament to the cobbles of Roubaix? Deafened by the squauk of galahs and soon after mocked by kookaburras, hung a left at the Camel farm and set sail westward and homeward on New Dookie Rd. About 1.7 million kamikaze insects did their best to uphold the martyrs honour against bike and body (i prefer a better flavour in protein supplements) but happily home with a 32.8 over the 60k's, hr averaging 139.
Vince seems to have run away to join the 51 circus, but 14 turned up for the Couldabeens lap. Goose and Greeny fronted up, bringing along Cranky. Kel, Bo & Steve a little secondhand from weekend racing, Temple too with 200 clocked at the weekend. Cougs missing with a dose of the flu, but Chris recovering from his dose acted as rear gunner. The usual burst of pace near the end of Channel Rd then felt a touch of breeze against us in Boundary. Goose and the Dawg legged it at the dog-leg, stretching away on a TT. Numbers shrunk with the regular departees, Cranky & Chris hanging on the back and only 6 left driving the engine. Just Jason, Temple, Gav & me to fight it out for 2nd. (my totally inadequate 52km/h at 190bpm was merely a lame a tow for Rocket) but a solid ride completed at 35.7. averaging 138bpm.
Encouraging to find 9 at the hospital Tuesday evening (beats last weeks 3) young Nath back from the honeymoon clearly rested and revitalised to thrash us into submission. Steve & Deano replicated the speed to make a rapid journey east, Mitch fuelling the fire too, with smoke from the nearby stubble burn wrecking respiration. A touch of southwesterly was detected from the pigfarms' windsock of aroma, only small variations in speed in Old Dookie and Boundary dependant on who squeezed the accellerator. Some warm and chilly patches felt along the route, having a 4th turn at the front with the ever improving Gools in River Rd. Not the best of calls at Melbourne Rd, splitting the bunch with traffic, but democracy ruled a wait till the bunch reformed. By Arcadia Downs there was a line half a k long, Nath did a monster tow, Mitch the clear winner, Robbo a late charge for position from being snookered, Gools turning up the wick well but Foss could only get 5th at 54 clicks with the tacho at 183. An impressive 37.2 average for the bunch on a cool night, good yarns on the roll home put the icing on the cake.
The usual procession of bunches down Boundary Rd on Wednesday, although it's hard to tell who's who with the sun struggling to get up before 7. An audio check of happy hello's, or the odd grunt, maybe the howl of wheels under stress usually gives the game away. Nev ofetn calls a good morning to confirm it's 51. A good low 30's recovery lap as always, legs appreciating the spice of life that is variety. A concerted effort to keep up the H2O intake this past week has eased the lead legs feeling, though the recommended 2.4 - 4.1 litres/day is a long way off. The H2O falling from the sky put a halt to riding Thursday am or pm, a quieter week wont be out of order.
With a special invite to the much heralded Ayto relaunch, Friday's P&W lap was highly anticipated and not to be missed. Quite a roll up to this epic event, Stace, Nico, Coogs, Grasshopper, Fee, Meags & Fox, Sootie, Hayles, the cream of society, but only missing one person.....Ayto! (Must have relaunched himself under the doona?) Despite the lack of the guest of honour, a good circuit by the crew, picking up Bo, Kel & Fitzy in Boundary Rd, welcoming Greendawg into the fold in Mitchell. Meags unfortunately punctured nearing Arcadia Downs, Fox, Fee and Sootie stopped as pit crew, others (on early starts) kept the wheels in motion. Grasshopper was elected lead-out man for a quick chick battle to the line, Hayles just edging out Coogs for line honours, an even 34 average. A near miss as excitment on the roll through town, a driver (still asleep?) entering Melb Rd from the service lane, stabbing the anchors at the last moment realising we existed nearby (and had right of way). Thanks to Fitzy's alert, week 16 finished safely.
Week 16 345km 12730 calories (254 Teddy Bear biscuits) 33.7km/h average. YTD 6342km
"Better to remain silent and thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" Abraham Lincoln
1809-1865
Friday, April 13, 2012
Week 15
Limited numbers for Easter Saturday, just Cougs, Steve, Temple, Hoffy, Daniel and Glenn G turned up at the Peppermill. 12 degrees and a light southwest wind didn't deter, the team rolled down Raftery but just 2k was covered before a puncture punctuated a pause. The entertainment value was exquisite, Daniel's attempt at repair and C02 operation was subject to much sledging and amusement. Seconds after his fix, Hoffy noticed a similar bindi-i affliction to his rear wheel. More amusement and comedy ensued, at least Hoffy had the fix complete in half Daniels time! An alteration to the agenda with half an hour done on pitstops, the Mitchell-Boundary-Old Dookie route chosen to get us back on track. Rapid progress in Mitchell Rd with the breeze from behind, eyed Daniels chain on a big curve from little ring to little sprocket. Coug's eagle eye spotted Hoffy dropping back in Boundary Rd, the pace quickly eased to unify the team. The wind made for a hard slog homeward in Old Dookie Rd, ideal conditions for Rob to take the chocolates (and for Cougs to grab a crafty win on Stage2 at the 60) 33.8 good for limited numbers. Coffee was great to warm the insides, good to warm up krusty Ken with some sledges too.
Maybe an excess of chocolate on Sunday did it, maybe the urge for a ride did it, either way the eyes opened at 5 on Monday and wouldn't close again. To cure the craving (and to loosen the rusty joints from a day of bike hibernation) I set off for a solo circuit, 9 degrees testing the motivation. The westerly helped on the way out Old Dookie, suprisingly not too difficult on the Boundary Rd leg either, but Mitchell was a chore. At least the serenity did the head some good, burnt some easter eggs off the waist too. A big grin from an approaching rider identified the Goose, stretching the newly aquired Giant TT, Stevo & co half a k behind. Tapped away beyond the dog leg, the distinctive howl behind of singles signalled Goose had u-turned, breaking the solitude for a good yarn on the hiatus homeward. Back into town with a 33.5 average on the speedo, 155 on the HR.
Joined Cougs to take up the invite for a casual roll with the Adams family (backtracking my course to unwind), with Temple, Daniel and Kylie on the guest list too. Quite a turnup of 18 characters, a quiet tempo with the ease of a tailwind making for minimal effort. I always find it difficult to blend comfortably with unacustomed riders, a few were given more space than normal. Some strange and uncalled moves, one dropped un-noticed, and serious surging from two wasn't courting much confidence. Ken, Don, Powelly and others had a convenient shortcut home via Channel Rd, others continued on but the agreed route was a vague issue (a rudderless ship somewhat) Arriving at Old Dookie Rd a few had pointed right toward the toaster (maybe miss-heard by Kylie) a brief moment of confusion ensued, wheels touched and Kylie hit the deck. Thankfully, no injury to bike or body, the bunch agreed to set sail for the toaster (but Cougs and I had decided the safer option was to pair up for a tap toward town. A 30.1 for lap 2, pleased to digest the 65k's over coffee and conversation.
Tuesday mornings fresh 3.8 degrees sorted out the tenacious from the timid. Only 9 were brave to take on temperature and the fresh southwester. Great to have Greendog and the Goose (tough gloveless) along, even Trev toughing it out. Bo & Kel straight off an Easter break jumped in the deep end too. Came across Vince and Steve in Mitchell Rd, heading anti-clockwise from a double puncture in town that denied them a usual start. Rob took line honours in Raftery, great banter amongst the crew over lead-outs too. The 34av respectable for the conditions, train soundly beaten again.
Numbers had really slumped Tuesday night, just Mike, Axel, me and Mark (his anti-clockwise bunch had no starters) to roll out from the hospital. Bomber hooked on in Ford Rd, Dalton joined near Campbells. All the way to the emu before the Olympian and Steigy were reeled in. The southerly had gained strength to 20km/h (gusting to 32) to quieten the conversation, then numbers diminished at Channel Rd with Steve, Mike and Dalton abandoning ship for a short trip to town. Only 4 remained for the River Rd section, (brisk in speed and temperature) even Bomber peeling off at Kialla Central to head home. Axel, Steigy and I went single for the Mitchell and Archer leg, a steady build up into the high 40's for the last k of Archer earned our dinner 33.4k and 139bpm averages in just 12 degrees.
The wind had all but vanished by morning (and so had 6 degrees) for a recovery 25k at 6am. Heading clockwise on the track were Supercats at no-so-super pace, only 4 P&W's (cool yet effervescent as always), and reduced attendance for the regular Cats, with 5 Goats tailing a k back. Winter has certainly arrived in Autumn. Punctured back in town near SPC which dulled the mood, but hot raisin toast and coffee put a grin back.
Winter had arrived with avengance Thursday morning, the thermometer struggled to get half a degree above 3 but 15 Couldabeens were tough enough for a lap. Many had trawled the depths of their cupboards for booties, long knicks and thick gloves but the reality of the temperature was a bit of a struggle. Breathing chilled air, trying to get decent circulation and muscles warm are reminders of winters past, but something drives us to continue on. Daniel's chain strain, Bo climatising from Bianchi to Ridley (and from Shimano to Campag) well, Kel rugged up ski style, Tim having a good dip, all good distraction from the cold. Daniel on a day off went full distance, challenging Rocket in the closing stages but just shy of the horsepower needed for glory. 34.7 a great achievement for somewhat arctic conditions, and many rusty from Easter r&r. Train on holiday with a track re-co underway, but bus beaten.
Just 4 at the library Thursday evening, the dark and cold scaring away the regulars? As always, many were already rolling out the road, half a dozen at DECA, 3 or 4 more by Campbells, finally Brendan & Andrew at the Emu to make up 18. The sun had set and the temperature had sunk to 12 but most found energy to keep the pace and conversation going with some noticably chilly patches to endure on the track, night turned to day with the sprinters headlight (capable of 1600 lumens) rendering most candle-like. A calmer build up in Raftery Rd was kind on cold muscles, but we were well into the mid 40's for the last k. Trav had brought his young son along for the ride, many impressed with him doing several turns up front, keeping great pace, up at the pointy end in the 40's..........and he's just 12 years old! (note Liam's name for future bets) Brendan jumped early for the sprint and paid the price, Mitch taking a well timed win, i just survived for 3rd when many dropped in the closing metres. The 35.2k / 120bpm average and max 51 / 183bpm certainly built an appetite.
Numbers down a lot with the P&W's Friday, just Cougs, Rhino and Grasshopper at the start. Fox, Sootie and Hayles rolled in from an early 30 preparing for Port Mac, only Hayles joining us though, the others choosing a TT. 6 degrees didn't help a very flat feeling (maybe worked a bit hard this week?) and by Channel Rd took a slow shortcut down Channel with legs protesting. Not the most enthused end to the week, perhaps a reminder to ease up a bit?
As a "by the way", the new Shepp Motor Museum is certainly worth a look at some great cars, the bonus is a few awesome 19th century bikes (and a trike) from the amazing Farren collection on display.
Week 15 404km 14,907 calories (106 large potatoes) 32.6km/h average YTD 5994km
"Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts" Robert Browning Hamilton 1812-1889
Maybe an excess of chocolate on Sunday did it, maybe the urge for a ride did it, either way the eyes opened at 5 on Monday and wouldn't close again. To cure the craving (and to loosen the rusty joints from a day of bike hibernation) I set off for a solo circuit, 9 degrees testing the motivation. The westerly helped on the way out Old Dookie, suprisingly not too difficult on the Boundary Rd leg either, but Mitchell was a chore. At least the serenity did the head some good, burnt some easter eggs off the waist too. A big grin from an approaching rider identified the Goose, stretching the newly aquired Giant TT, Stevo & co half a k behind. Tapped away beyond the dog leg, the distinctive howl behind of singles signalled Goose had u-turned, breaking the solitude for a good yarn on the hiatus homeward. Back into town with a 33.5 average on the speedo, 155 on the HR.
Joined Cougs to take up the invite for a casual roll with the Adams family (backtracking my course to unwind), with Temple, Daniel and Kylie on the guest list too. Quite a turnup of 18 characters, a quiet tempo with the ease of a tailwind making for minimal effort. I always find it difficult to blend comfortably with unacustomed riders, a few were given more space than normal. Some strange and uncalled moves, one dropped un-noticed, and serious surging from two wasn't courting much confidence. Ken, Don, Powelly and others had a convenient shortcut home via Channel Rd, others continued on but the agreed route was a vague issue (a rudderless ship somewhat) Arriving at Old Dookie Rd a few had pointed right toward the toaster (maybe miss-heard by Kylie) a brief moment of confusion ensued, wheels touched and Kylie hit the deck. Thankfully, no injury to bike or body, the bunch agreed to set sail for the toaster (but Cougs and I had decided the safer option was to pair up for a tap toward town. A 30.1 for lap 2, pleased to digest the 65k's over coffee and conversation.
Tuesday mornings fresh 3.8 degrees sorted out the tenacious from the timid. Only 9 were brave to take on temperature and the fresh southwester. Great to have Greendog and the Goose (tough gloveless) along, even Trev toughing it out. Bo & Kel straight off an Easter break jumped in the deep end too. Came across Vince and Steve in Mitchell Rd, heading anti-clockwise from a double puncture in town that denied them a usual start. Rob took line honours in Raftery, great banter amongst the crew over lead-outs too. The 34av respectable for the conditions, train soundly beaten again.
Numbers had really slumped Tuesday night, just Mike, Axel, me and Mark (his anti-clockwise bunch had no starters) to roll out from the hospital. Bomber hooked on in Ford Rd, Dalton joined near Campbells. All the way to the emu before the Olympian and Steigy were reeled in. The southerly had gained strength to 20km/h (gusting to 32) to quieten the conversation, then numbers diminished at Channel Rd with Steve, Mike and Dalton abandoning ship for a short trip to town. Only 4 remained for the River Rd section, (brisk in speed and temperature) even Bomber peeling off at Kialla Central to head home. Axel, Steigy and I went single for the Mitchell and Archer leg, a steady build up into the high 40's for the last k of Archer earned our dinner 33.4k and 139bpm averages in just 12 degrees.
The wind had all but vanished by morning (and so had 6 degrees) for a recovery 25k at 6am. Heading clockwise on the track were Supercats at no-so-super pace, only 4 P&W's (cool yet effervescent as always), and reduced attendance for the regular Cats, with 5 Goats tailing a k back. Winter has certainly arrived in Autumn. Punctured back in town near SPC which dulled the mood, but hot raisin toast and coffee put a grin back.
Winter had arrived with avengance Thursday morning, the thermometer struggled to get half a degree above 3 but 15 Couldabeens were tough enough for a lap. Many had trawled the depths of their cupboards for booties, long knicks and thick gloves but the reality of the temperature was a bit of a struggle. Breathing chilled air, trying to get decent circulation and muscles warm are reminders of winters past, but something drives us to continue on. Daniel's chain strain, Bo climatising from Bianchi to Ridley (and from Shimano to Campag) well, Kel rugged up ski style, Tim having a good dip, all good distraction from the cold. Daniel on a day off went full distance, challenging Rocket in the closing stages but just shy of the horsepower needed for glory. 34.7 a great achievement for somewhat arctic conditions, and many rusty from Easter r&r. Train on holiday with a track re-co underway, but bus beaten.
Just 4 at the library Thursday evening, the dark and cold scaring away the regulars? As always, many were already rolling out the road, half a dozen at DECA, 3 or 4 more by Campbells, finally Brendan & Andrew at the Emu to make up 18. The sun had set and the temperature had sunk to 12 but most found energy to keep the pace and conversation going with some noticably chilly patches to endure on the track, night turned to day with the sprinters headlight (capable of 1600 lumens) rendering most candle-like. A calmer build up in Raftery Rd was kind on cold muscles, but we were well into the mid 40's for the last k. Trav had brought his young son along for the ride, many impressed with him doing several turns up front, keeping great pace, up at the pointy end in the 40's..........and he's just 12 years old! (note Liam's name for future bets) Brendan jumped early for the sprint and paid the price, Mitch taking a well timed win, i just survived for 3rd when many dropped in the closing metres. The 35.2k / 120bpm average and max 51 / 183bpm certainly built an appetite.
Numbers down a lot with the P&W's Friday, just Cougs, Rhino and Grasshopper at the start. Fox, Sootie and Hayles rolled in from an early 30 preparing for Port Mac, only Hayles joining us though, the others choosing a TT. 6 degrees didn't help a very flat feeling (maybe worked a bit hard this week?) and by Channel Rd took a slow shortcut down Channel with legs protesting. Not the most enthused end to the week, perhaps a reminder to ease up a bit?
As a "by the way", the new Shepp Motor Museum is certainly worth a look at some great cars, the bonus is a few awesome 19th century bikes (and a trike) from the amazing Farren collection on display.
Week 15 404km 14,907 calories (106 large potatoes) 32.6km/h average YTD 5994km
"Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts" Robert Browning Hamilton 1812-1889
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