Southbound to the OC's at 6.30am (headlight de rigeur with the sunrise having a sleep-in) spotted 3 riders northbound (maybe to a feline gathering?) one unbelievably, without helmet. I guess there's no sense having a roof on an empty barn. Shame taxpayers would foot the repair bill.
A few missing in action had returned for OC duty today, great to have Andrew (& son) along, Trav and Ryan on a "leave pass", even Clint out of mothballs. A triple treat of Cougs, Meags and Kylie girlpower to add class to the bunch. Almost perfect conditions (17 with a light SE breeze) for the extended Saturday lap (again copied, not equalled), young Andy expertly rolling smooth strong turns, a credit to Andrews guidance. A good sample of quality chat in Mitchell, Cats being a very wide load beyond the chicane, almost swapping elbow skin in the process. Clints mothballed bike went negative tyre pressure a k later (quirkily at last weeks' puncture site) but only a top-up via pump was deemed a fix. JB had suffered another attack of sleep-ins and met us southbound in Boundary, to the tones of quality & justified sledging. Clints' air pressure went a.w.o.l. again just before the bridge, but he waved us on, Channel Rd was his route. Old Dookie Rd had a big dose of Au de Puissant Cochon thanks to the strengthening southeaster, but Meags powered us to the toaster. A bit easier westward, Cougs keeping the tempo up, high 30's by the time Campbells came into view. No brave bold breakaways today (Dave absent) but the rapid young ones kept the bunch from talking, oxygen intake a higher priority. Nev and Vince battled out the honours, I was content to roll in with the main field, noticing the roadworks (with a planned roundabout at the golf course) will force us to rethink a new finish line in the near future. Other duties forced me to miss the usual post ride coffee and chin wag. Might need a double serve next week to satisfy the craving.
An early and moderate 25k on Sunday morning, a few Cats set off on the 7 bridges circuit, (Carol rolling in from a solo lap, Scott & Danny at the Lake, a few 51ers off south) but I chose a course with Coogs. A strengthening NE wind made a chore heading out, but the thought of a tailwind home always urges you on. One or two others were taking advantage of a warm Sunday, good to loosen up the legs then enjoy a cuppa afterward without attempting to break records.
Great weather Monday, 17 degrees and not a puff of wind (how long since that happened?) for the P&W lap. Choppy, Chaddy and Cougs had lined up, even had Muntzy come out of retirement. A few TT'ers turned up behind to which Princess defected, just 4 left to roll the course. Muntzy's familiar ride style hasn't altered, admittedly he's put in some k's to bring up the fitness. All took turns for the first 10 k's (except for a foreigner who tailgated from the Old Dookie turn), Choppy and i took to the front from the pub, others happy to hold station. Over the bridges we inherited Ross (on a solo mission) to our small pack. Chops had set 36 on the cruise control for the duration (we bid Ross farewell at Archer Rd) , but i couldn't match that up Mt Nicolaci, drew level again though for the Melbourne Rd crossing. A strong steady pace had kept the TT behind till we exited Roubaix corner, the 5 passing single file, Rabbits busted saddle rail (big list to starboard) must be murder to ride. A wind-up into the 40's for the last 200 inspired Cougs to hit the boost, humbling us all (and all but 1 Cat) for the finish line, TT's only 250 ahead. Very happy with a 34 average for just 4. Delighted to get home then to work before rain set in.
Thought about a Monday night tour, thunderstorms and rain all over the radar made the choice easy. A change of pace Tuesday and took a sedate 25k lap. A mild 17 morning with a light southwest wind, conducive to muscle and mind recovery. A big contingent of Cats out for their whistle tour. A few others rolling around too in pairs and quartets. Refreshing to finish a lap without gasping for air, muscles shot and not a spare second to get home and off to work. Did miss the Couldabeens banter though.
Tuesday at 6pm 10 had lined up at the hospital for the 42k loop. Sam & Paul, a pair of apprentices on their maiden outing, weren't quiet savvy with the bunch protocol. (Paul stayed on the front forever, to the point of expiry, so I took another term and lent him a tow.) Trev and Nath had survived the bucks night, Bomber way ahead, finally backed off so we could catch him, Brendan & Gools joined in, Olympian Steve, Axel, Scott et al to yarn with. The turn into Boundary (south west blowing at 20) turned Mitch and Bomber into Syria's Mukhabarat torture brigade, taking it up to 44 to silence all who dared speak. Thankfully speed was pegged back after a few roll overs, back to mid 30's for the roll to the pub. Nath set-off after the highway to burn some excessive testosterone, caught him as we turned into River Rd to face the wind. Bomber was most kind not tearing my legs off (mind you 37 was about the limit at the front for me). By the time Robbo, Mitch, Steigy & co were up front the bunch had fractured like the Labor party ( i was pleased to be at the tail end, free from suffering). Consensus bonded the remaining 12 to work together for survival, no intention (or horsepower) to chase and catch the guns. Not the smoothest of transitions rolling the turns, up Mt Nicolachi there was a lag in speed, the howl of tyre against tyre when Brendans wheel backed onto Dalton's. His brief cameo as a Crusty Demon across grass then back onto tarmac to resume normal service without batting an eyelid had most in admiration. Crossed the highway and onward to Conrod, unlucky in getting the duties up front with 500m to go. Oh well, lay down a challenge to self and others, go like hell and see who survives! Lucky to make a gap on the little sprinter Brendan but 53k's soon fell to 51, then to 50, 49 soon after that. With 50 metres left, a quick glance under the arm confirmed there was still a gap to keep Brendan just a few lengths behind. Nearly had my breath back by Melbourne Rd, the 35.4 average inspired the appetite.
Wednesday's recovery lap enjoyable as always. A sizeable bunch of supercats were out, followed by a good showing of P&W's in Boundary Rd, the regular (unleaded?) cats following up behind with the odd grunt for a greeting. A small bunch of 4 spied in Old Dookie Rd too. One wonders how these numbers will alter by the time winter is upon us? A brief chat with Tony & Cobbles through town, and home in plenty of time for the 2nd course of breakfast.
Comeback to the Couldabeens Thursday, a big roll up of 19. Goose and the Dawg brought Brett along to sample the pack, a pleasure to be starting midfield instead of lead. Missing the Temple, Leon, Daniel & Matt factor today, gained Muntzy and his unique style to the group though....bonus or burden? A good ride today, minus the whiplash on the back, credit to the engine drivers smooth on the accellerator. (Tuesday's circuit had a few intruders disrupting the flow apparently) Goose & Greeny needed to stretch the legs near Archer Rd and set off. Solidarity remained with the remainder for the remainder, as always the speed building for a thrash in Conrod. Vince launched an early attack, futile really with a rocket loaded in the breech. A good finish by all for a 34.4 average, train & Cats vanquished.
The BM was treated to a service today, came back with pin sharp steering, lightning gear change, super straight wheels and minus the rattles....thanks Trev & team. Arvo temperatures were up, changed plans to do a solo toaster loop a bit later in cooler conditions. Saw the library bunch rolling back into town (one discarded out the back) a bit further out, Steve then Bomber on solo missions. Had the company of Prodigy and McClusky to inspire a bit of speed, into the zone with Chemical Brothers matched nicely to the 53/14. Really good to view the sky's colour changes with the sun vanishing, (life's little drama's vanishing too) the downside ingesting protein supplements of insects at dusk. Happy to get home with a 33 average over the 50, ready to murder dinner part two.
Fridays' P&W lap with 14 was a farewell for the Ironman New Zealand entrants, most departing Monday for the epic Tri. (just thinking of a 3.8 swim, 180 bike and 42 run hurts) Stace, THM, Fox, Hayles, Dan, Guysy and Ayto were all out for a spin, most with aero hats to complete the picture. Guysy's new bling (Giant TT) most impressive. The bunch halved with a few up for a squirt in River Rd, the rest content with the regular course at a slightly less frantic pace. A moment of "do I, don't I" at Melbourne Rd with traffic had split the pack, Meags, Cougs & I tapping out the last 3 k at 38, passed by Area 51, but still content with the 35 average and back in the pack to roll through town.
Week 8 408km 15,055 calories (42 hrs walking) 32.8km/h average YTD 3261k
"I'm a great believer in luck, and find the harder I work, the more I have of it" Thomas Jefferson
Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Week 7
Christmas Day 2011 at emu corner..... i-phone
Claus at Sachs Technik did a good job of welding #8R-27502 together, the old BM clocked over 130,000 k's on the way to the OC's Saturday morning (that's 8,000 k's into the fourth lap of the globe) Yep, this bloke has some serious issues. A cheery mob assembled (Bo & Kel had an alarm malfunction.....but happy birthday young fella) Great to have the girl power of Meags, Cougs & Kylie along, Matt motivated, an enthused Liam and the other regular lads to make up 20 in the peleton. The southerly made for a bit of a push to Mitchell Rd, then left us alone, until the finish anyway. It appeared the Cats bunch was about to split with pace, our crew at least remained united. A puncture stopped me near the top of Mitchell, the courteous crew paused for the cO2 fix. We gained JB to the bunch near Channel Rd (a puncture too had delayed his start) and rolled on to the toaster and emu on the longer course again (should we be flattered at the quick imitation by the earlier group?) Dave's itch for speed got too much after Doyles Rd, a brave breakaway launched near Matilda Drive. Daniel, Matt & Vince turned keen soon after, setting off in pursuit. Commonsense (or little motivation?) had most stay with the pack, unity being the advantage with the Rudd Rd head wind, a decent 33.7 worth the effort. Further up, the chase trio had caught Dave with 300 to go, Vince horsepower taking the honours, a high commendation for Dave's solo attack. Another packed house at the Butterfactory for the dose of caffine and conversation (many eyeing Meags french toast with interest!)
As always, sleeping-in escaped me Sunday. Fine, cool and sunny was just too tempting, so an early solo 30k lap before other duties beckoned. The intention was to take things easy, but a rider a kilometre ahead is nothing but a dangling carrot. Caught him later rather than sooner, the legs kept it above 37 for a few k's before the head took over pegging speed back to sensible. There'd been a hose down at the Old Dookie Rd pigfarm, a spicy slurry flowing near the driveway awoke the olfactory nerves. Enjoyed the company of Rufus, Oliver Tank and Kimbra (via i-pod) and a chat with Jamie, Matt, Daz (the dawg) and Ant (the Goose) back at the Butterfactory for a brief coffee.
A big weekend of Tri training had reduced the P&W attendance Monday morning to just Meags, Cougs and i. (Bart and a few others still keen on the TT dash, passing us in Boundary Rd) Long and strong turns by us 3 amigos, but we wait a little longer each day for sunrise. Well behaved Cats passed just before Euroa Rd, but we persisted for a good finish (Cougs making sure all wheels were humming across the line) , only missing the train by a minute. Lots of turns today, speed down a whisker, but a solid workout in great company. Forced an arvo off (overdoing the k's lately?) but sitting at home was about as exciting as reading Hansard (more excitement in pairing up socks) Mythbusters the only saving grace in my dull evening.
Tuesday morning was a feeble atempt at summer weather, at least the armwarmers stayed at home. A roll up of 16 at the start to witness Bo's change of leaky rear tube. The flag was dropped 6 minutes late, seems many were keen to make up those minutes pronto. Nath joined in near the kinder, quite the competition amongst the young guns up front (any guesses?). Put in a fair chase to catch the pack after the Boundary Rd turn, 43 a fair whack, nice scenery of a sunrise over the foggy fields to divert the senses from speed. Considered an Archer Rd exit to make work ontime (boxed in anyway) , but our tempo had us catching Cats quickly. Chris A had joined on, but concentration rearward had lapsed, a car behind suprised many at Mt Nicolaci. Soon after a small pot-hole dislodged my foggy sunglasses (wasn't going to let the next car flatten a pair of transitional Euro's) so i turned back to collect them. Forced a big chase though, no-one noticed. Thanked Mr Mavic for the next 4k's, able to hold it above 42km/h, but not enough watts to get closer than 300 metres behind the bunch. Nath had led out the sprinters, Chris A pipping the rocket for victory. A fairly rapid 36.7 average, back home just 3 minutes later than normal.
A 30k solo warm up prior to the hospital bunch, (getting in some longer k's for a change) out Channel, up Boundary, to the Toaster, the Emu and back west to town, spying quite a few riders out making the most of a warm arvo. Almost back to Doyles Rd when Gools and Brendan appeared, so u-turned to roll quietly waiting for the bunch. The usual characters rolled up with the hospital group, i was rostered for duty almost immediately with Robbo at the pointy end. (everyone distancing themselves from him out front?) Squeezed in a chat with Bomber, Scotty, Axel & Nath. Bit breezy again headed south (and west) but there's strength in numbers, 17 sharing the load. A better run in River Rd (and onto Euroa Rd) tonight, light on for suprise traffic. Felt a bit of wear & tear on the legs as Mitchell Rd expired, bit too conditioned to 30 - 40 k laps me thinks. I was quite content to stay mid-field as the accelerator went down, Dave had a big dip in Conrod but ran out of steam in the closing stages, Robbo took the win, my speedo showed a 35.4 average, pleased to put 75k in the bank to break the usual routine.
Summer definitely back for Thursday morning, 25 degrees at 5.45, (that's a 15 degree improvement on last week). Not sure what posseses some of the northbound to ride without lights (front or rear) at this time of day, but it's not doing our cause any favours with motorists. From the start, the north easterly wind made Channel Rd a push, Boundary Rd was no resistance, but a few guns had hard toil in mind. A bright orange sunrise against dark blue clouds just lit up the speedo to show 44km/h, poor Steve blew a head gasket and was unceremoniously spat out the back. Henry Ford's quote " Coming together is a beginning, keeping together is progress, working together is success" seemed apt, yet maybe unheeded. Hopefully a little consideration will prevail. Mitchell Rd was almost as hectic, quite a few right on the rev-limiter. A proper stop at Euroa Rd was pleasing, got a brief word with Liam (along for his baptism of fire) and Ryan (missing from action recently) but tempo resumed, silencing any chat. Into Raftery Rd and just beyond the roughness of Roubaix, Cougs punctured (with the season's first strike of Soliva Sessilis....Bindii to most) which sadly went un-noticed by the bunch, so halted with Chris to lend a hand. Soon after the Cats then Goats passed by, but a speedy repair had us reeling in the rejects at the finish line, nice to see Jason and the Rocket waiting near Kialla Lakes to see us home. A 36.4 gave us something to smile about, a balm for tired legs? No motivation to ride Thursday night, storm warnings, lightning and rain showers had something to do with it.
A happy little clan at SPC on Friday morning, Stace, Choppy, Hayles, Grasshopper & Cougs to start, joined by Scotty, Meags and Guysy from the 5am lap (after their extended u-turn with traffic). Not a trace of the TT team, the supercats had departed at 5.53, so the course was empty to enjoy. Another mild morning (18) with speed considerate to conversation. Some serious k's totalled by the Ironman entrants in past weeks, i'll bet the tapering next week will be welcomed. Dan joined in (caught on our sedate roll-out waiting for the u-turners) with long turns undertaken by many, a much improved Hayley keeping the pace strong. A sizeable Area 51 pack swung into Mitchell Rd from the Euroa Rd just as we approached the intersection (saving the overtaking worry). We were well into the 40's for the last 1000 metres (not a lot of urge in these legs today....but it's not compusory to be flat out every day is it?) the grasshopper proving 8 months off needs only a couple of weeks to regain former glory.
Week 7 395km 14,575 calories (91 slices of French toast) at 33.4km/h average. YTD 2853km
"Slumps are like soft beds, they're easy to get into and hard to get out of" Johnny Bench
Claus at Sachs Technik did a good job of welding #8R-27502 together, the old BM clocked over 130,000 k's on the way to the OC's Saturday morning (that's 8,000 k's into the fourth lap of the globe) Yep, this bloke has some serious issues. A cheery mob assembled (Bo & Kel had an alarm malfunction.....but happy birthday young fella) Great to have the girl power of Meags, Cougs & Kylie along, Matt motivated, an enthused Liam and the other regular lads to make up 20 in the peleton. The southerly made for a bit of a push to Mitchell Rd, then left us alone, until the finish anyway. It appeared the Cats bunch was about to split with pace, our crew at least remained united. A puncture stopped me near the top of Mitchell, the courteous crew paused for the cO2 fix. We gained JB to the bunch near Channel Rd (a puncture too had delayed his start) and rolled on to the toaster and emu on the longer course again (should we be flattered at the quick imitation by the earlier group?) Dave's itch for speed got too much after Doyles Rd, a brave breakaway launched near Matilda Drive. Daniel, Matt & Vince turned keen soon after, setting off in pursuit. Commonsense (or little motivation?) had most stay with the pack, unity being the advantage with the Rudd Rd head wind, a decent 33.7 worth the effort. Further up, the chase trio had caught Dave with 300 to go, Vince horsepower taking the honours, a high commendation for Dave's solo attack. Another packed house at the Butterfactory for the dose of caffine and conversation (many eyeing Meags french toast with interest!)
As always, sleeping-in escaped me Sunday. Fine, cool and sunny was just too tempting, so an early solo 30k lap before other duties beckoned. The intention was to take things easy, but a rider a kilometre ahead is nothing but a dangling carrot. Caught him later rather than sooner, the legs kept it above 37 for a few k's before the head took over pegging speed back to sensible. There'd been a hose down at the Old Dookie Rd pigfarm, a spicy slurry flowing near the driveway awoke the olfactory nerves. Enjoyed the company of Rufus, Oliver Tank and Kimbra (via i-pod) and a chat with Jamie, Matt, Daz (the dawg) and Ant (the Goose) back at the Butterfactory for a brief coffee.
A big weekend of Tri training had reduced the P&W attendance Monday morning to just Meags, Cougs and i. (Bart and a few others still keen on the TT dash, passing us in Boundary Rd) Long and strong turns by us 3 amigos, but we wait a little longer each day for sunrise. Well behaved Cats passed just before Euroa Rd, but we persisted for a good finish (Cougs making sure all wheels were humming across the line) , only missing the train by a minute. Lots of turns today, speed down a whisker, but a solid workout in great company. Forced an arvo off (overdoing the k's lately?) but sitting at home was about as exciting as reading Hansard (more excitement in pairing up socks) Mythbusters the only saving grace in my dull evening.
Tuesday morning was a feeble atempt at summer weather, at least the armwarmers stayed at home. A roll up of 16 at the start to witness Bo's change of leaky rear tube. The flag was dropped 6 minutes late, seems many were keen to make up those minutes pronto. Nath joined in near the kinder, quite the competition amongst the young guns up front (any guesses?). Put in a fair chase to catch the pack after the Boundary Rd turn, 43 a fair whack, nice scenery of a sunrise over the foggy fields to divert the senses from speed. Considered an Archer Rd exit to make work ontime (boxed in anyway) , but our tempo had us catching Cats quickly. Chris A had joined on, but concentration rearward had lapsed, a car behind suprised many at Mt Nicolaci. Soon after a small pot-hole dislodged my foggy sunglasses (wasn't going to let the next car flatten a pair of transitional Euro's) so i turned back to collect them. Forced a big chase though, no-one noticed. Thanked Mr Mavic for the next 4k's, able to hold it above 42km/h, but not enough watts to get closer than 300 metres behind the bunch. Nath had led out the sprinters, Chris A pipping the rocket for victory. A fairly rapid 36.7 average, back home just 3 minutes later than normal.
A 30k solo warm up prior to the hospital bunch, (getting in some longer k's for a change) out Channel, up Boundary, to the Toaster, the Emu and back west to town, spying quite a few riders out making the most of a warm arvo. Almost back to Doyles Rd when Gools and Brendan appeared, so u-turned to roll quietly waiting for the bunch. The usual characters rolled up with the hospital group, i was rostered for duty almost immediately with Robbo at the pointy end. (everyone distancing themselves from him out front?) Squeezed in a chat with Bomber, Scotty, Axel & Nath. Bit breezy again headed south (and west) but there's strength in numbers, 17 sharing the load. A better run in River Rd (and onto Euroa Rd) tonight, light on for suprise traffic. Felt a bit of wear & tear on the legs as Mitchell Rd expired, bit too conditioned to 30 - 40 k laps me thinks. I was quite content to stay mid-field as the accelerator went down, Dave had a big dip in Conrod but ran out of steam in the closing stages, Robbo took the win, my speedo showed a 35.4 average, pleased to put 75k in the bank to break the usual routine.
Summer definitely back for Thursday morning, 25 degrees at 5.45, (that's a 15 degree improvement on last week). Not sure what posseses some of the northbound to ride without lights (front or rear) at this time of day, but it's not doing our cause any favours with motorists. From the start, the north easterly wind made Channel Rd a push, Boundary Rd was no resistance, but a few guns had hard toil in mind. A bright orange sunrise against dark blue clouds just lit up the speedo to show 44km/h, poor Steve blew a head gasket and was unceremoniously spat out the back. Henry Ford's quote " Coming together is a beginning, keeping together is progress, working together is success" seemed apt, yet maybe unheeded. Hopefully a little consideration will prevail. Mitchell Rd was almost as hectic, quite a few right on the rev-limiter. A proper stop at Euroa Rd was pleasing, got a brief word with Liam (along for his baptism of fire) and Ryan (missing from action recently) but tempo resumed, silencing any chat. Into Raftery Rd and just beyond the roughness of Roubaix, Cougs punctured (with the season's first strike of Soliva Sessilis....Bindii to most) which sadly went un-noticed by the bunch, so halted with Chris to lend a hand. Soon after the Cats then Goats passed by, but a speedy repair had us reeling in the rejects at the finish line, nice to see Jason and the Rocket waiting near Kialla Lakes to see us home. A 36.4 gave us something to smile about, a balm for tired legs? No motivation to ride Thursday night, storm warnings, lightning and rain showers had something to do with it.
A happy little clan at SPC on Friday morning, Stace, Choppy, Hayles, Grasshopper & Cougs to start, joined by Scotty, Meags and Guysy from the 5am lap (after their extended u-turn with traffic). Not a trace of the TT team, the supercats had departed at 5.53, so the course was empty to enjoy. Another mild morning (18) with speed considerate to conversation. Some serious k's totalled by the Ironman entrants in past weeks, i'll bet the tapering next week will be welcomed. Dan joined in (caught on our sedate roll-out waiting for the u-turners) with long turns undertaken by many, a much improved Hayley keeping the pace strong. A sizeable Area 51 pack swung into Mitchell Rd from the Euroa Rd just as we approached the intersection (saving the overtaking worry). We were well into the 40's for the last 1000 metres (not a lot of urge in these legs today....but it's not compusory to be flat out every day is it?) the grasshopper proving 8 months off needs only a couple of weeks to regain former glory.
Week 7 395km 14,575 calories (91 slices of French toast) at 33.4km/h average. YTD 2853km
"Slumps are like soft beds, they're easy to get into and hard to get out of" Johnny Bench
Friday, February 10, 2012
Week 6
Days are noticable shorter now, will need a few lumens to get to an OC start in the next week or two. Axel a suprise guest today (courtesy of a sleep-in that prevented a Cat attendance) Forgey back after a hospital strength bout of dehydration, newish Tri member Kylie keen to seek speed, Blackie back after a prolonged absence too. Dave joined in half a k out (had already tapped out 30, and a promised 25 after.) After much discussion last week, it's an extended tour from now on, taking in the toaster / emu loop to add an extra 6k. The now standard precautionary stop at Euroa Rd (New Dookie & Numurkah too) appears agreeable. The usual large bunch of Cats were westward in Mitchell, little sprinter Brendan left on his lonesome to repair a puncture (and contemplating team spirit?) Interesting chat on proposed nick-names raised a laugh or six, lots talking of Steve's recovery, the 10k south easter of no concern. Easier to negotiate the rumble strips on the wider Pine Lodge Nth Rd, very easy to negotiate the westward road home. Quite pleasing to note all careful to keep the bunch together up to, and after, Numurkah Rd. Kylie drew the short straw turning into Rudd Rd , lots hesitant to take the plunge of inspiring the sprint. With 700 to go, waiting was too much for Vince.(Call AMI for that premature problem Vince!) I figured it wasn't going to last, but the big 30m gap opening up made a chase somewhat an urgent matter. Almost within reach at the 200 mark i started to run out of steam, thankfully Forgey went past a little early (unwittingly serving up a great tow) . Lunging at Vince in the last few metres, and the sound of Nev's wheels looming up to my right, at 52km/h all went quite blurry on the line. The gentlemans agreement was a three way tie (may need some photo-finish equipment for future rides) 33.8av Another packed house at the Butterfactory, lots of laughs, serious discussion and technical tips to boot.
Volunteered for duty at the 250/9/2 (or 500/18/4) Tri on Sunday, many familiar faces having a go (in perfect weather). Greendawg, Danny, Kylie, Grasshopper, Choppy, Goose & Jo performing superbly on this tough discipline. Hilly took the honours, Danny a great 2nd spot. One can only guess at the mental strength it takes to finish a 3.8/180/42 Ironman distance! Great to see an inspired effort by the young ones too, some future stars for sure.
Down to 12 degrees at 5.55 Monday morning. Only Meags, Cougs & i for the P&W lap (others keen to tough it out time trialing) Great steady turns by the quick chicks, despite the niggling southwester. The TT brigade passed after Channel Rd, Shirms with us for a bit, recovering from being shot out the back by Eggy and Nev horsepower. Our little trio soldiered on with wind freshening, Cats reeled us in near Archer, but passing with courtesy and commonsense. A 32.4 average at the finish, great work for just 3.
A different route late Monday arvo, although hard to dig up the motivation with the west-south-west blowing at 20. Nike's slogan repeated inside the head (knowing i'd feel better for slogging out a solo effort) but there was a fair bit of mental reluctance. Headed to Mooroopna in the low 30's and was rapidly rounded up by Matty doing mid 40's! (oh, hang on, he was riding a Commodore!) Turned down Toolamba Rd, then west to Tatura, telling myself it would get easy homeward (ha ha, the power of suggestion) Turned north onto Undera Rd, not a bad stretch of tarmac (three flattened snakes though) with the wind pushing from the left. Blinked and missed the metropolis of Gillieston, crossed the Kyabram Rd and up to negotiate peak hour at Undera. A 130 degree turn at the pub (mmm...a beer would have been heaven) right onto Echuca- Mooroopna Rd and had the breeze pushing from the right (and i thought i'd get a tail wind somewhere!) Flattened turtles now, flattened muscles too, trying to retain some tempo. Finally back to civilisation (sprung Jamie & Sean westward into Mooroopna) after negotiating daydreaming pedestrians on the bike track, 60k in the bank at 34. Dinner consumed with gusto.
Great to have Steve back with the Couldabeens Tuesday morning, Gav too back from holiday. Rob, Vince and Daniel halted talk with bursts of speed in Channel and Boundary (despite a headwind to the contrary), decent calls on traffic from the back looked after the group of 16. A good steady lap as always. We may have left a minute late, (did the felines leave a little early?) but the Cats had slowly closed the gap (maybe due to our commonsense at a couple of intersections, but well worth our self preservation) and passed only in the last half k. Vince unwilling to allow them success, bolted in the last 70 metres taking a solid and defying victory for the team. 34.8 worth noting.
Only 8 turned up for hospital bunch duty Tuesday arvo, maybe the 24k south west breeze had frightened a few away? Never fear, a magnet seems to attract others out the road, we were soon joined by Mitch, Steve, Brendan and the usual challengers. Shirms and company latched on near the kennels to take attendance up to 17, I had little draft (but good company) with little Trev ahead of me. Gools & Norm were added in Old Dookie Rd, effort added in Boundary Rd with a tough breeze oncoming. Copped a blast and a close shave with a passing Pajero, no calls of car back was piss poor. (take note tail enders, there's always a big responsibility to look back and look after others, particularly with a bunch stacked up the road) Some of the shortest turns on record on the front tonight, but rhythm returned in River Rd. Bomber and Birchy had the sledges firing to keep us amused, thankfully a smooth transition into Euroa Rd then Mitchell with favourably light traffic. With 3k to go in Raftery, many went missing from frontal duty, mind you Nath, Mitch, Bomber & co set a high standard. There was little muscular incentive tonight, 55.5km/h only good for 4th against Mitch's victory, Birchy's 2nd and the suprise attack in the dying moments by Brendan (hadn't he scored the ace tow) 34.2 for the 42k's was decent considering the gusts of 35km/h.
Little sleep overnight for some reason, woke at 4, thoughts lighting up the neural activity. Out of frustration got up and had breakfast, but as a creature of habit, the bike beckoned. Took a gamble some of the P&W's would be on an early mission at Ford Rd (Cougs on a well deserved sleep-in with the Oppy in service) and rest assured, HWK, Stace, Fee & the Fox were there. I was the only one in knicks (all others sensibly in 3/4's) and the only one with standard road bars, but as always, was warmly welcomed into the fold. Temperature hadn't reached 10 but at least there was little wind to deal with. HWK's classic 4 spoke Spinergy's hummed along, harmonising with the crickets, an enjoyable and brisk pace for the 25k back to the SPC start. A late call of 'truck right' at Doyles roundabout (difficult to see oncoming vehicles with trees and fencing obstructing) caught Fee by suprise, locked a wheel and glanced off Fox's wheel to plaster herself on the road. Thankfully, no injuries, scratches, scrapes or mechanical inflictions, Fee was dubbed Ninja Box thereafter! Met up with Chops, Grasshopper, Minto, Meags, Guysy and Chaddy at the 6am start, all but Meags were on for a TT though. Just Stace, Fee, Meags, HWK and I opted for the standard menu, rolling out under a full moon to put 30 under the belt. The TT's weren't seen till we'd crossed Melbourne Rd (and were appropriately sledged for dragging the chain) us 5 completing the 25 and 30 at 32.7 & 32.5 repectively before 7, before the Cats and before the train.
It's not two weeks into February and the 3/4 knicks come out of hibernation already! Only 10 degrees, but 20 Couldabeens fronted up Thursday morning, Matty was motivated to get out of bed, a special guest appearance from Nev too. The cool Cougs (bare arms, standard knicks) fired off the first leg in great form, Vince & Rob did their cardio session on the front further out, Greendog & Goose would have paid anything for gloves, Daniels legs were glowing on the 38/16 at 40. We've been short changed for 2012, this time last year it was 18 degrees. Anyway, a great turn out made all worthwhile, down Boundary and into Mitchell at a decent rate, shame a few drivers can't operate headlights when the sun hasn't even risen. We picked up Glenn just after the chicane (a puncture leaving home had him miss the start), the obligatory stop at Euroa Rd then homeward, double time today. All got lively in Conrod straight, with 350 to go i hit the front with the tenacious Temple, and thought it high time the sprinters all needed to work for their breakfast. Gunned it to 52 but couldn't hold it for long, the reality of Rob Nev and Vince winding up behind took over to demote me to 4th. Quite pleased with 35.7, great to have the whole team finish together, victorious over felines and locomotives.
10 at the library Thursday arvo, all chicken to head up front with Robbo, so i joined him, he doesn't bite (just a nice guy with a fast reputation) A freshening northwesterly to contend with, Robbo took us up to Wanganui in the high 30's, (and i'm silly enough to take the first leg, all 3.7k of it!) All other turns much shorter, good to get a draft to recover. The usual rogues joined up throughout the course, an easy eastward leg to the emu with the wind behind. Conversation had shuffled the deck a bit, the aromatic one half wheeling Robbo up front....bad career move, quick way to get your legs torn off! Driven into the wind to 38, and between gasps for mercy, he was allowed to roll over. Normal play was resumed soon after the Church, we picked up Trev, Laura & Nath in the straight to the toaster. A little variation in speed (dependant on ability of those on the front) helped most regain breath and composure, but windy again southward on Boundary Rd. Another deviation via River Rd, mid 30's the task, taking the lead again for the last half k, then the turn south. Picked up the pace for the leg to Mitchell Rd, intent on serving up a little more to the pungent one (now with me....or trying to be) All settled back to normal duties for the return to town, of course speed elevating in the closing stages. The speedo didnt drop below 48 for the last 2k, Mitch left to drive the big red car with 800 to go (gave a huge effort but was a burnt offering with a 100 left.) Robbo stepped on the gas to take No1, Bomber went with him for 2nd, my old engine wouldn't go over 54.5 but held 3rd. A fairly hot average of 36.3, keen to fill up the tank with dinner.
A good conclusion to 7 days with a dose of P&W family for 30k's. Choppy, Stace, Grasshopper, Tommygun, Cougs, Nico and Guysy as fine company to tap out the course. Jeramy hooked on the rear but kept silent. Just 22 days left till IMNZ, the training peaking tomorrow with a huge bike swim, bike, run in preparation., a welcome taper for a few weeks for the tough nuts who've entered. Tommy's back on the bike after a fair lay off, Chops recovering from intense footy training last night, but Grasshopper back to previous fine form. A great steady pace for the circuit, no sign of TT devotees today, just the 51 train passing respectfully after Roubaix corner.A smooth ramp up of speed in the closing stages, Stace powering past Grasshopper for a win, Cougs on a great roll for 3rd. 33.5 to wind up a big but highly enjoyable week.
Week 6 494km 18,228 calories (2,441 Savoy biscuits / 38 boxes) at 33.9 km/h average.
In matters of self control, as we shall see again and again, speed kills, but a little friction can save lives"
Volunteered for duty at the 250/9/2 (or 500/18/4) Tri on Sunday, many familiar faces having a go (in perfect weather). Greendawg, Danny, Kylie, Grasshopper, Choppy, Goose & Jo performing superbly on this tough discipline. Hilly took the honours, Danny a great 2nd spot. One can only guess at the mental strength it takes to finish a 3.8/180/42 Ironman distance! Great to see an inspired effort by the young ones too, some future stars for sure.
Down to 12 degrees at 5.55 Monday morning. Only Meags, Cougs & i for the P&W lap (others keen to tough it out time trialing) Great steady turns by the quick chicks, despite the niggling southwester. The TT brigade passed after Channel Rd, Shirms with us for a bit, recovering from being shot out the back by Eggy and Nev horsepower. Our little trio soldiered on with wind freshening, Cats reeled us in near Archer, but passing with courtesy and commonsense. A 32.4 average at the finish, great work for just 3.
A different route late Monday arvo, although hard to dig up the motivation with the west-south-west blowing at 20. Nike's slogan repeated inside the head (knowing i'd feel better for slogging out a solo effort) but there was a fair bit of mental reluctance. Headed to Mooroopna in the low 30's and was rapidly rounded up by Matty doing mid 40's! (oh, hang on, he was riding a Commodore!) Turned down Toolamba Rd, then west to Tatura, telling myself it would get easy homeward (ha ha, the power of suggestion) Turned north onto Undera Rd, not a bad stretch of tarmac (three flattened snakes though) with the wind pushing from the left. Blinked and missed the metropolis of Gillieston, crossed the Kyabram Rd and up to negotiate peak hour at Undera. A 130 degree turn at the pub (mmm...a beer would have been heaven) right onto Echuca- Mooroopna Rd and had the breeze pushing from the right (and i thought i'd get a tail wind somewhere!) Flattened turtles now, flattened muscles too, trying to retain some tempo. Finally back to civilisation (sprung Jamie & Sean westward into Mooroopna) after negotiating daydreaming pedestrians on the bike track, 60k in the bank at 34. Dinner consumed with gusto.
Great to have Steve back with the Couldabeens Tuesday morning, Gav too back from holiday. Rob, Vince and Daniel halted talk with bursts of speed in Channel and Boundary (despite a headwind to the contrary), decent calls on traffic from the back looked after the group of 16. A good steady lap as always. We may have left a minute late, (did the felines leave a little early?) but the Cats had slowly closed the gap (maybe due to our commonsense at a couple of intersections, but well worth our self preservation) and passed only in the last half k. Vince unwilling to allow them success, bolted in the last 70 metres taking a solid and defying victory for the team. 34.8 worth noting.
Only 8 turned up for hospital bunch duty Tuesday arvo, maybe the 24k south west breeze had frightened a few away? Never fear, a magnet seems to attract others out the road, we were soon joined by Mitch, Steve, Brendan and the usual challengers. Shirms and company latched on near the kennels to take attendance up to 17, I had little draft (but good company) with little Trev ahead of me. Gools & Norm were added in Old Dookie Rd, effort added in Boundary Rd with a tough breeze oncoming. Copped a blast and a close shave with a passing Pajero, no calls of car back was piss poor. (take note tail enders, there's always a big responsibility to look back and look after others, particularly with a bunch stacked up the road) Some of the shortest turns on record on the front tonight, but rhythm returned in River Rd. Bomber and Birchy had the sledges firing to keep us amused, thankfully a smooth transition into Euroa Rd then Mitchell with favourably light traffic. With 3k to go in Raftery, many went missing from frontal duty, mind you Nath, Mitch, Bomber & co set a high standard. There was little muscular incentive tonight, 55.5km/h only good for 4th against Mitch's victory, Birchy's 2nd and the suprise attack in the dying moments by Brendan (hadn't he scored the ace tow) 34.2 for the 42k's was decent considering the gusts of 35km/h.
Little sleep overnight for some reason, woke at 4, thoughts lighting up the neural activity. Out of frustration got up and had breakfast, but as a creature of habit, the bike beckoned. Took a gamble some of the P&W's would be on an early mission at Ford Rd (Cougs on a well deserved sleep-in with the Oppy in service) and rest assured, HWK, Stace, Fee & the Fox were there. I was the only one in knicks (all others sensibly in 3/4's) and the only one with standard road bars, but as always, was warmly welcomed into the fold. Temperature hadn't reached 10 but at least there was little wind to deal with. HWK's classic 4 spoke Spinergy's hummed along, harmonising with the crickets, an enjoyable and brisk pace for the 25k back to the SPC start. A late call of 'truck right' at Doyles roundabout (difficult to see oncoming vehicles with trees and fencing obstructing) caught Fee by suprise, locked a wheel and glanced off Fox's wheel to plaster herself on the road. Thankfully, no injuries, scratches, scrapes or mechanical inflictions, Fee was dubbed Ninja Box thereafter! Met up with Chops, Grasshopper, Minto, Meags, Guysy and Chaddy at the 6am start, all but Meags were on for a TT though. Just Stace, Fee, Meags, HWK and I opted for the standard menu, rolling out under a full moon to put 30 under the belt. The TT's weren't seen till we'd crossed Melbourne Rd (and were appropriately sledged for dragging the chain) us 5 completing the 25 and 30 at 32.7 & 32.5 repectively before 7, before the Cats and before the train.
It's not two weeks into February and the 3/4 knicks come out of hibernation already! Only 10 degrees, but 20 Couldabeens fronted up Thursday morning, Matty was motivated to get out of bed, a special guest appearance from Nev too. The cool Cougs (bare arms, standard knicks) fired off the first leg in great form, Vince & Rob did their cardio session on the front further out, Greendog & Goose would have paid anything for gloves, Daniels legs were glowing on the 38/16 at 40. We've been short changed for 2012, this time last year it was 18 degrees. Anyway, a great turn out made all worthwhile, down Boundary and into Mitchell at a decent rate, shame a few drivers can't operate headlights when the sun hasn't even risen. We picked up Glenn just after the chicane (a puncture leaving home had him miss the start), the obligatory stop at Euroa Rd then homeward, double time today. All got lively in Conrod straight, with 350 to go i hit the front with the tenacious Temple, and thought it high time the sprinters all needed to work for their breakfast. Gunned it to 52 but couldn't hold it for long, the reality of Rob Nev and Vince winding up behind took over to demote me to 4th. Quite pleased with 35.7, great to have the whole team finish together, victorious over felines and locomotives.
10 at the library Thursday arvo, all chicken to head up front with Robbo, so i joined him, he doesn't bite (just a nice guy with a fast reputation) A freshening northwesterly to contend with, Robbo took us up to Wanganui in the high 30's, (and i'm silly enough to take the first leg, all 3.7k of it!) All other turns much shorter, good to get a draft to recover. The usual rogues joined up throughout the course, an easy eastward leg to the emu with the wind behind. Conversation had shuffled the deck a bit, the aromatic one half wheeling Robbo up front....bad career move, quick way to get your legs torn off! Driven into the wind to 38, and between gasps for mercy, he was allowed to roll over. Normal play was resumed soon after the Church, we picked up Trev, Laura & Nath in the straight to the toaster. A little variation in speed (dependant on ability of those on the front) helped most regain breath and composure, but windy again southward on Boundary Rd. Another deviation via River Rd, mid 30's the task, taking the lead again for the last half k, then the turn south. Picked up the pace for the leg to Mitchell Rd, intent on serving up a little more to the pungent one (now with me....or trying to be) All settled back to normal duties for the return to town, of course speed elevating in the closing stages. The speedo didnt drop below 48 for the last 2k, Mitch left to drive the big red car with 800 to go (gave a huge effort but was a burnt offering with a 100 left.) Robbo stepped on the gas to take No1, Bomber went with him for 2nd, my old engine wouldn't go over 54.5 but held 3rd. A fairly hot average of 36.3, keen to fill up the tank with dinner.
A good conclusion to 7 days with a dose of P&W family for 30k's. Choppy, Stace, Grasshopper, Tommygun, Cougs, Nico and Guysy as fine company to tap out the course. Jeramy hooked on the rear but kept silent. Just 22 days left till IMNZ, the training peaking tomorrow with a huge bike swim, bike, run in preparation., a welcome taper for a few weeks for the tough nuts who've entered. Tommy's back on the bike after a fair lay off, Chops recovering from intense footy training last night, but Grasshopper back to previous fine form. A great steady pace for the circuit, no sign of TT devotees today, just the 51 train passing respectfully after Roubaix corner.A smooth ramp up of speed in the closing stages, Stace powering past Grasshopper for a win, Cougs on a great roll for 3rd. 33.5 to wind up a big but highly enjoyable week.
Week 6 494km 18,228 calories (2,441 Savoy biscuits / 38 boxes) at 33.9 km/h average.
In matters of self control, as we shall see again and again, speed kills, but a little friction can save lives"
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Week 5
U.S. author Fran Lebowitz once said "Life is something to do when you can't sleep". Because i couldn't, i did.
Kit up and roll out an early lap Saturday before the regular circuit, that is. An almost muggy morning, sunrise tinting the sky from pink to orange and a warm north easter to push into. Just a 25k rectangle before the 7am OC departure, maybe the stars had aligned correctly 'cause i found good speed unusually easy (suprise multiplied by success = motivation, the equation) funny how effort can double when everything clicks. A hint of assistance by breeze compounded the push, touching 40 for a bit whilst southbound, quick wave to Trev, Laura, Dalton & co near the pub, then hightail down Channel Rd. Very satisfied with a 36.1av, buying resonable time for muscles to recover before the next (longer) lap. A good selection of OC's rolled away at 7 with an 'on-time' Nev and long time missing Paul, Dave joining on a k out. The concerted effort for caution at Euroa Rd was duley noted and applauded, even the Cats were more cohesive today (not the regular feline fragmentation). A fair drive into the wind up Boundary Rd, special driving commendation to Hoffy & Cougs in the most exposed section. We approached a pair of slower roadies near the railway rumble strips, but one deviated a litlle looking back, Paul squeezed a brake, Steve hit his wheel and things went quickly pear shaped. Steve shouldered the deck (elbow taking the initial blow) bike burst a tyre and totalled a rear wheel, leaving me a metre to stop while travelling at 8.3 metres/sec. The negative mathematics dragged a bit of bark off my left knee, but Steve held a shoulder in a lot of discomfort and had a fair chunk out of an elbow. (thankfully later x-rays revealed no breaks) Prangs are just part of riding these two wheeled contraptions, thankfully serious injury was avoided. We had a decent pause for Steve's lift home, a somewhat cautious restart with much pondering and postulation. A proper stop at Numurkah Rd then the regular build up of pace to Rudd Rd. Nev happy to drive the engine then sit back to watch the show, Dave took the chocolates (great effort after 30k prior to this 45 loop) , Daniel 2nd and Kel 3rd. A 33.8 average (possibly skewed by the crash) Enthused discussion at the Butterfactory (a brownie consumed for tissue regenerative purposes only) rounding off an action packed morning.
Just a touch stiff in the knee Sunday morning so shelved an intended Lake group ride, a sensible 20k lap with Cougs and a caffine finale most fitting. Rain spelled a sleep-in on Monday morning, even showers in the afternoon prevented a ride. No harm in a day off, will just have to brush the cobwebs off the wheels.
Tuesday morning turned cold, was a bit low on spark too, so a gentle 25k to free up the rust in the joints was a good tonic. Felt good by afternoon but the blustering from the south was going to make some muscles work with the hospital group. Procrastinated prior, but a big cup of HTFU drove me to the start. Axel, Clive, Nath, Trev, Scott & Dave were brave enough to front up, Brendan and Birchy out the road too. The southerly (blowing at 37 with gusts to 55) had us rotating clockwise to the Emu, then track turns into the tough stuff, holding high 20's to low 30's. Rob D joined on, then spotted Lloyd on his TT northbound (minus helmet the silly bugger) in Boundary. A group consensus took us down River Rd where Birchy then Rob just slowly rode away into the distance (too fit). Us mortals stuck together for the torture (eased in Euroa Rd to regroup for a suffering Scott) and soldiered on in Mitchell Rd. A kilometre into Raftery Rd the wind was almost behind, but nobody came to the front for duty with me (mmm...a deodorant issue?). Picked up the pace as payback (resigned to the fact of a likely belting from Nathan though) holding it above 44 for the last 2km. Saw Nath's shadow in the final straight for a bit, then it slipped away, so kept tapping away. With 50 metres left, the young monkey spooled up the cadence and pipped me on the line (should have known...never ease up near the end) Pleased with a 33 average in the conditions, good to roll into town with the group, listening to another remarkable story (that so many can to tell) that revolves around a bike.
After last nights effort, good to ride a circuit at a slightly calmer pace with Cougs, but winter had returned with a miserable 11 degrees (drag out the base layer and arm warmers again!) The P&WTT had already shot beyond Channel Rd, poor Meags on her pat malone near the pub had us feeling guilty. A well sized Cattery followed a k later, Area 51 (in two packs) came from the toaster and down to Boundary soon after. A good ride, considerate drivers too were quite refreshing...not as fresh as the southerly though!
With new pair of Fortezza's (5800k's on the last pair - 2 punctures and one small tyre cut wasn't a bad run) and a new chain (just over 7000k use till the guage said trash it) I headed to the Couldabeens for a Thursday thrash. A good congregation (just 8 on Tuesday i'm told) of 16 rolled slowly out allowing a latecomer to catch on. After just a couple of months with us, Nick & Jason fit comfortably in. Nathan jumped on near the kinder as many pondered ways to motivate Matt to the start line (missing in action again) but thoughts quickly turned to the speed of spin doctors Rob & Daniel on the front nearing Boundary Rd, quite the flurry of feet. Enjoyed a silky smooth DuraAce change with the new chain (yes, 'ol Foss does occasionally change cogs!) even though the wind was against us whilst southbound. Bo & Kel stayed for the full circuit and revelled in all action in the final 300 metres. Vince did the jump, Greendog just jumped into neutral (or had he borrowed Bo's book?) , Nathan diplomatic, Bo protested a box in, Rob (of course) took the spoils of victory, but we all won with Cats pipped on the line. Coug's slung a great sledge to the felines, and we all got a cheerful honk from train driver Glen (himself a rider) to finish off a great ride at 33.9.
Quite a turnout at the library at 6pm. Dave's putting in lots of k's (with resulting performance) Robbo attending to keep us on our toes and out of the saddle, Trev, Nath, Axel, Dalton, Scott....all the usual characters, rogues and villans (and a couple of mobile chicanes we should all be wary of) Picked up several on the journey east to the Emu.....Mitch and Bomber in Ford Rd, Gools, Kev and little sprinter 2km later, Steve too touring solo. The 15k westerly made easy work of getting to the turn south, thereafter work was to be done. Dave had an itch for action soon after the Toaster (talk about premature!) but managed to contain himself. All fair sailing for the southern leg, saw someone scooting down Channel, and spied Col northbound solo. River Rd was the chosen course again (not my favourite, but status quo rules) Big guns Mitch, Robbo, Bomber and company kept the pace on into the breeze. A car appeared from nowhere at the Euroa Rd turn causing a breif split, then a passing truck caused a little mayhem at the Mitchell Rd turn. (not liking the River Rd diversion much tonight). All settled though for the remainder of the westward leg, but Dave couldn't resist the need for speed just shy of Mt Nicolaci, a brave solo breakaway was launched, but as the saying goes...fleeing is futile, Melbourne Rd was as far as it got. Lots were edgy in the last 3k, mid 40's in the job description, and I got very lucky in the last 800 metres with a perfect sit, 4th wheel on the right side. There's nothing like having Robbo's wheel in the closing stages (albeit with the guns of Mitch, Nath, Bomber and co bearing down behind), I scored the lead with 75 to go and dug deep into the hurt file to get to 57. Mitch's wheel was homing in close beside me but the finish line came in the nick of time to scrape in first. A 35.6 av reward for all and a comfortable 16 degree roll through town to cool down.
A great P&W family reunion Friday am, the established clan of Fox, Chops, Ayto, Fee, Meags, HWK, Stace, Cougs, Sootie, Hayles, Princess and (occasional attendee) Jonesy rolled out for the 30k loop. Suprised to see fog laying on some paddocks (insn't it February?), great to catch up with those full into IMNZ training, belting out the massive k's on bike, foot and in water. A crook call at the highway split the bunch, but the family bond ensured an instant regroup. An uneventful tour south then west, but another misjudged call at Melbourne Rd split us again. All reformed for roubaix corner and the homward leg, the Area 51 train hammered past with
but a good weeks' end rolling over the tracks, beating the train by 5 minutes. Week 5 = 389km 14,354 calories (717 capsicums) 33.1km/h average. YTD 1964k
"Everyone hears what you say, friends listen to what you say, best friends listen to what you don't say"
Kit up and roll out an early lap Saturday before the regular circuit, that is. An almost muggy morning, sunrise tinting the sky from pink to orange and a warm north easter to push into. Just a 25k rectangle before the 7am OC departure, maybe the stars had aligned correctly 'cause i found good speed unusually easy (suprise multiplied by success = motivation, the equation) funny how effort can double when everything clicks. A hint of assistance by breeze compounded the push, touching 40 for a bit whilst southbound, quick wave to Trev, Laura, Dalton & co near the pub, then hightail down Channel Rd. Very satisfied with a 36.1av, buying resonable time for muscles to recover before the next (longer) lap. A good selection of OC's rolled away at 7 with an 'on-time' Nev and long time missing Paul, Dave joining on a k out. The concerted effort for caution at Euroa Rd was duley noted and applauded, even the Cats were more cohesive today (not the regular feline fragmentation). A fair drive into the wind up Boundary Rd, special driving commendation to Hoffy & Cougs in the most exposed section. We approached a pair of slower roadies near the railway rumble strips, but one deviated a litlle looking back, Paul squeezed a brake, Steve hit his wheel and things went quickly pear shaped. Steve shouldered the deck (elbow taking the initial blow) bike burst a tyre and totalled a rear wheel, leaving me a metre to stop while travelling at 8.3 metres/sec. The negative mathematics dragged a bit of bark off my left knee, but Steve held a shoulder in a lot of discomfort and had a fair chunk out of an elbow. (thankfully later x-rays revealed no breaks) Prangs are just part of riding these two wheeled contraptions, thankfully serious injury was avoided. We had a decent pause for Steve's lift home, a somewhat cautious restart with much pondering and postulation. A proper stop at Numurkah Rd then the regular build up of pace to Rudd Rd. Nev happy to drive the engine then sit back to watch the show, Dave took the chocolates (great effort after 30k prior to this 45 loop) , Daniel 2nd and Kel 3rd. A 33.8 average (possibly skewed by the crash) Enthused discussion at the Butterfactory (a brownie consumed for tissue regenerative purposes only) rounding off an action packed morning.
Just a touch stiff in the knee Sunday morning so shelved an intended Lake group ride, a sensible 20k lap with Cougs and a caffine finale most fitting. Rain spelled a sleep-in on Monday morning, even showers in the afternoon prevented a ride. No harm in a day off, will just have to brush the cobwebs off the wheels.
Tuesday morning turned cold, was a bit low on spark too, so a gentle 25k to free up the rust in the joints was a good tonic. Felt good by afternoon but the blustering from the south was going to make some muscles work with the hospital group. Procrastinated prior, but a big cup of HTFU drove me to the start. Axel, Clive, Nath, Trev, Scott & Dave were brave enough to front up, Brendan and Birchy out the road too. The southerly (blowing at 37 with gusts to 55) had us rotating clockwise to the Emu, then track turns into the tough stuff, holding high 20's to low 30's. Rob D joined on, then spotted Lloyd on his TT northbound (minus helmet the silly bugger) in Boundary. A group consensus took us down River Rd where Birchy then Rob just slowly rode away into the distance (too fit). Us mortals stuck together for the torture (eased in Euroa Rd to regroup for a suffering Scott) and soldiered on in Mitchell Rd. A kilometre into Raftery Rd the wind was almost behind, but nobody came to the front for duty with me (mmm...a deodorant issue?). Picked up the pace as payback (resigned to the fact of a likely belting from Nathan though) holding it above 44 for the last 2km. Saw Nath's shadow in the final straight for a bit, then it slipped away, so kept tapping away. With 50 metres left, the young monkey spooled up the cadence and pipped me on the line (should have known...never ease up near the end) Pleased with a 33 average in the conditions, good to roll into town with the group, listening to another remarkable story (that so many can to tell) that revolves around a bike.
After last nights effort, good to ride a circuit at a slightly calmer pace with Cougs, but winter had returned with a miserable 11 degrees (drag out the base layer and arm warmers again!) The P&WTT had already shot beyond Channel Rd, poor Meags on her pat malone near the pub had us feeling guilty. A well sized Cattery followed a k later, Area 51 (in two packs) came from the toaster and down to Boundary soon after. A good ride, considerate drivers too were quite refreshing...not as fresh as the southerly though!
With new pair of Fortezza's (5800k's on the last pair - 2 punctures and one small tyre cut wasn't a bad run) and a new chain (just over 7000k use till the guage said trash it) I headed to the Couldabeens for a Thursday thrash. A good congregation (just 8 on Tuesday i'm told) of 16 rolled slowly out allowing a latecomer to catch on. After just a couple of months with us, Nick & Jason fit comfortably in. Nathan jumped on near the kinder as many pondered ways to motivate Matt to the start line (missing in action again) but thoughts quickly turned to the speed of spin doctors Rob & Daniel on the front nearing Boundary Rd, quite the flurry of feet. Enjoyed a silky smooth DuraAce change with the new chain (yes, 'ol Foss does occasionally change cogs!) even though the wind was against us whilst southbound. Bo & Kel stayed for the full circuit and revelled in all action in the final 300 metres. Vince did the jump, Greendog just jumped into neutral (or had he borrowed Bo's book?) , Nathan diplomatic, Bo protested a box in, Rob (of course) took the spoils of victory, but we all won with Cats pipped on the line. Coug's slung a great sledge to the felines, and we all got a cheerful honk from train driver Glen (himself a rider) to finish off a great ride at 33.9.
Quite a turnout at the library at 6pm. Dave's putting in lots of k's (with resulting performance) Robbo attending to keep us on our toes and out of the saddle, Trev, Nath, Axel, Dalton, Scott....all the usual characters, rogues and villans (and a couple of mobile chicanes we should all be wary of) Picked up several on the journey east to the Emu.....Mitch and Bomber in Ford Rd, Gools, Kev and little sprinter 2km later, Steve too touring solo. The 15k westerly made easy work of getting to the turn south, thereafter work was to be done. Dave had an itch for action soon after the Toaster (talk about premature!) but managed to contain himself. All fair sailing for the southern leg, saw someone scooting down Channel, and spied Col northbound solo. River Rd was the chosen course again (not my favourite, but status quo rules) Big guns Mitch, Robbo, Bomber and company kept the pace on into the breeze. A car appeared from nowhere at the Euroa Rd turn causing a breif split, then a passing truck caused a little mayhem at the Mitchell Rd turn. (not liking the River Rd diversion much tonight). All settled though for the remainder of the westward leg, but Dave couldn't resist the need for speed just shy of Mt Nicolaci, a brave solo breakaway was launched, but as the saying goes...fleeing is futile, Melbourne Rd was as far as it got. Lots were edgy in the last 3k, mid 40's in the job description, and I got very lucky in the last 800 metres with a perfect sit, 4th wheel on the right side. There's nothing like having Robbo's wheel in the closing stages (albeit with the guns of Mitch, Nath, Bomber and co bearing down behind), I scored the lead with 75 to go and dug deep into the hurt file to get to 57. Mitch's wheel was homing in close beside me but the finish line came in the nick of time to scrape in first. A 35.6 av reward for all and a comfortable 16 degree roll through town to cool down.
A great P&W family reunion Friday am, the established clan of Fox, Chops, Ayto, Fee, Meags, HWK, Stace, Cougs, Sootie, Hayles, Princess and (occasional attendee) Jonesy rolled out for the 30k loop. Suprised to see fog laying on some paddocks (insn't it February?), great to catch up with those full into IMNZ training, belting out the massive k's on bike, foot and in water. A crook call at the highway split the bunch, but the family bond ensured an instant regroup. An uneventful tour south then west, but another misjudged call at Melbourne Rd split us again. All reformed for roubaix corner and the homward leg, the Area 51 train hammered past with
but a good weeks' end rolling over the tracks, beating the train by 5 minutes. Week 5 = 389km 14,354 calories (717 capsicums) 33.1km/h average. YTD 1964k
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