Turning up the hurry to hurt.

 Post #583

23/1  Sluggish for some, swift for others!

It was some comfort to find a few of lesser wattage than GiantAndy, Rocket, Bruce and Lenny at the grid, hopes of a not-so-hot pace raised as I parked (intentionally) rearward with Lance, Emil, Grumpy and Joe (not Tony) at the shop for Saturday's spin.  Hopefully the blend of the rank-and-file with the freakishly fast would balance the speed to something sustainable.  GiantAndy's opening serve set the bar high!  Those legs-like-oak-trees wasted no time with tempo south to Sanctuary Drive and beyond, at least his mountain like profile provided plenty of draft.  

Grumpy set the second shift steaming toward Mitchell Rd from the truck route at an admirable pace against an increasingly annoying southwester.  Lance had the leg to Central Kialla, Joe (not Tony) grateful to have the breeze behind him for the 2 k's to River Rd.  My turn next.  And wasn't I chuffed to have a little westerly in the southwester to put some shine on the speed to River Rd's bridge.  There was a little left reaching the channel but I'd want that in the bank, the wind was behind at the moment but would probably bite me later!  Bruce made my turn look lame by driving the 4 k to Coach Rd,  Thanks mate!  Lenny set the pace north on Coach Rd's length, first light casting shadows of 18 wheels on blurred bitumen.  Emil's found his place (and a rejuvenated enthusiasm) in this clan inside a few months, providing his pace toward Old Dookie Rd. 

  Lance and Joe (not Tony) divided the distance of Pine Lodge North Rd as we crossed paths with the '51 fellas, Liam in hot pursuit a k behind making up time lost from a puncture.  I was handed the reigns turning west onto Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd, the bridge over Pine Lodge Creek baiting me 2 k's ahead.  The physical task to reach it was tough enough but the mental battle with the defeatist inside my head was harder.  Muscles, lungs and heart were yelling their usual objections but convincing the head to get to that bridge felt like a losing battle.  The oncoming Cat collective gave the incentive; put on the determined face Foss, not the agonised one!  I'm not sure which was the greater reward, reaching the target or the relief in the draft, but I'd need the 8 others to do their bit before I'd face the front again. With the chain onto the 12 and the posterior off it's perch, the sting in the legs eventually subsided, Bruce keeping the speed at a simmer all the way to Lemnos North Rd.  (Another humbling demonstration.  I'll chat to my therapist about it later!)   

That regular rhythm was a life saver ; haven't we all been in a bunch with a see-saw speed that crucifies legs and shortens brake pad life! (bunch identity withheld to avoid litigation!)  We are lucky to find comfort in that steady speed.   Lenny turned up tempo on Ford Rd and Emil dragged us closer to town with Rocket at the ready next , GiantAndy poised for pace straight after.  (There's that line up of wattage again!) Wheels hummed under the load of the 40's in Wanganui Rd and Lenny poked the GiantAndy bear by moving to the front to bait a sprint.  Joe (not Tony) was well into the hurt locker and losing grip on the draft.  That line between loaning a tow to one in trouble and fighting for your own survival gets blurred when you've extracted more wattage than you thought possible to hang on, self preservation ultimately driving me to catch Rocket's wheel as Lenny lit the fire toward Mt.Wanganui.  

Bruce was playing good Samaritan to the battlers, but Joe (not Tony) had hedged his bets using Kittles Rd short-cut as a leapfrog to the Boulevard.  GiantAndy rolled off the front in Rudd Rd and I called him in ahead of me ; Rocket and Lenny were serving speed again and I had no hope of horsepower to match!  (You know the saying, if you can't stand the heat........).  Besides, I now had the best seat in the house!  GiantAndy's wheel.  Dare I say a better draft than Kenworth?  Digging deeper and deeper to stay in touch (Oh the guilt of dropping a wheel if some behind me were dependent on the draft) had me surprised at the reserves you can find under pressure ; that horse may not be as dead as I thought!  Speed was still swift beyond Tarcoola, so the thoughts of carbohydrates and caffeine to come became the last drops of  fuel to hold the wheel, relief finally coming courtesy of the traffic lights en-route to the Lemontree.  Bo's hair, chilled descents and the town's weirdo's captured the conversation. 

25/1 The team returns (and welcome back Jen!)

Having the regular Sanctuary squad back from Adelaide brought me back into a certain comfort zone, playing in a more suitable division if you like, though there are days when I wonder if I'm on a rung to high in this division.   Bo, Kel, Col, PistolPete, Tina and The Godfather were back on home soil, Joe (not Tony), Emil and Jen rounding up the numbers to 10.  Who else but PistolPete started us off on the first shift south and just for a change, a northeaster eased our way to Mitchell Rd.  Jen opted to sit this one out in the caboose (8 months since she'd turned a wheel in tempo)   At second last wheel I felt duty bound to see she stayed aboard (the bunch that starts together stays together)   There was that whiplash effect at the tail as reaction times multiplied (by 10), me being the shock absorber as PistolPete hit the accelerator beyond the truck route. 

No dramas at the rear, Jen's fitness and new aerodynamics guaranteed she'd stay aboard.  Col was on 2nd shift to Central Kialla, Bo then Kel doing the standard 2 k drives east, north and east to River Rd's bridge.  Don't you just love the familiarity!  25 degrees and a northeaster at this hour had many of us feeling like a dim-sim.  Tina handed over to Emil at the dip, that wind blowing away any thoughts of an epic effort at the front.  The Godfather towed us to Rooster corner.   Joe (not Tony) took on the north drive in Coach Rd but must have graduated from The Godfather School of Echelon Education, there was no shelter from that northeaster for the last five in line, they were all grimacing in the gutter.  

I played savior sitting centre of the road.  Joe (not Tony) had tired of the toil 400 metres later anyway, so I soldiered on to the bridges for PistolPete to take charge.  Minno was found searching for company and tagged onto the tail, me caught napping rolling rearward when Jen called me in to 3rd last wheel. Col's contribution continued over the highway.  The Godfather's variables seem to have smoothed somewhat (could Adelaide's ascents have fine tuned his tempo?)  so brake pad wear was at a minimum along Old Dookie Rd.  Bo and Kel drew us closer to town and Tina towed us to the truck route, so maybe it was the early summer heat that tempted the tempo from Emil to sprint to SPC?  Only a few were that keen, most content with keeping the 36 average into town and began the search for caffeination as The Butter Factory was on a holiday.     

27/1 Oh, the woes of wind!

Wind whistling through the trees wasn't exactly music to my ears, nor was "feels like 8" the most inviting temperature with it, but I'd be turning into something like BeerMat if any little negative stopped a ride wouldn't I?  A good part of Wednesday's lap would have a tailwind and PistolPete would probably front a lot of the headwind anyway!  Emil and I had earned a lower grid position fighting the south southwester (24-33 km/h) all the 10 k's to Sanctuary's roundabout, and sure as eggs, PistolPete volunteered to lead us to Mitchell.  Nudging 40 if you don't mind!  Behind, The Godfather, Kel, Col, Bo, Tina and Joe (not Tony) made the line 9.   Emil set a similar speed although eastbound had less labor with the wind now at the starboard side.  I'd scored the north drive to River Rd so the wind behind should make it easy as.....but it didn't.  It seemed to take ages to build the pace up, though that was probably a bonus for the rearmost.  Plenty of attention went into keeping the speed smooth, the master of it was next in line.   My force was fading with 100 metres to go, thankfully I could use the oncoming car at the intersection as an excuse to handbrake the hurry.  Kel set the standard to River Rd's bridge, Joe (not Tony) driving a good turn to the dip.   

Col finished off the last k and a half of River Rd then stayed on for an encore to the Broken bridges in Coach Rd, a great effort for somebody who "couldn't be bothered" when the alarm went off earlier.   Bo was in his element, breeze at the backside and leading the line to the highway and giving the forties a fair showing on speedo's.   Of course, he continued the hurry beyond the highway, this was Bo at his best (and giving The Godfather grief at 2nd wheel)   How tactical that he handed over the lead at the fig farm.  The Godfather had a little of the tailwind to Old Dookie Rd and would be baited to take on some of the westerly work as a fair shift.  There was enough west in the south southwester to wear away wattage and The Godfather succumbed just shy of School Rd, but when PistolPete poured on his performance The Godfather was beyond the rivet.  The holler came just half a minute later of the disconnection (you could tell by the sudden silence in the squad!)   Always the gentleman, PistolPete eased the velocity till The Godfather re-united.  All aboard across Central Avenue, the Pistol power was on again (this time capped to 41) to the truck route (if that wasn't enough!)  I think that got Emil excited, speeding to SPC though I was content to captain a cruise of the streets to stop seeing stars Butter Factory bound. 

28/1  New crew .

Lil' Jodie had suggested a spin with '51 on their calm day (there'd be no hope for me on any other day!) but there was hesitation in the head about fronting un-invited.  Being ready to ride begged some sort of effort and hopes of Goats fronting Friars were slim....maybe I could just happen to be rolling on Ford Rd a minute or two ahead and jump aboard the '51 train?  At worst I'd go o.t.a. (or be asked to!)   

An easterly raised a little effort on the Wanganui Rd warm-up, though running a little too early prompted a lap around the block to get the timing right.  A few had assembled at Verney Rd as I rolled out Ford, just a couple of k's slowly building up pace and the crew were suddenly overtaking.  Not too rapidly.  (Hopes rose)  Lil' Jodie, Doc Pete, Eggy and Sharpy I recognised (the 3 others I wasn't sure), so I took the punt and caught the tail, watching intently for the protocols (keeping to the f.i.f.o. principal)   Seems the pace-line was taking turns of a minute or two, and with speed manageable, I'd try my luck.  Worth putting a toe in the water so to speak.   Doc Pete steered us swiftly into Boundary Rd, smoothness a part of the job description, so the pressure was on to deliver a drive worthy of being made welcome.  Mr Bianchi ahead did the subtle elbow thing crossing New Dookie Rd so I took a  guess at 2 minutes duty being a bit before Old Dookie Rd  (I'm way too familiar with turns to landmarks rather than time.  This wasn't something you could set an alarm to though)   I'd done my best to simulate the speed so far and peeled off the front, pleased there was no objections.  (Not a word spoken means I did ok doesn't it?)  Pleased too that there was enough in the tank to catch the tail.  Shorter shifts were easier, just that there'd be more of them.  Minor differences in time and tempo at the business end had me due for duty again at the Broken bridges, so One Tree Dam became the target for this turn.  Another (unknown) joined the line but that didn't mean less work, the tempo had turned up a little more.   Rather than River Rd, this lap took the Mitchell Rd route, memories recalled of rides many years ago while I waited in line for the next shift.  Given the lead with two minutes worth to Central Kialla, the breeze behind helped to keep me to the standard, cars approaching on the Euroa Rd splitting the line at least allowed some oxygen stocktaking while the line reassembled.  Eggy dialed up the effort beyond Galbraith's gate and Mr. Bianchi kept the pace percolating into Conrod straight, no pressure then for me to be given the lead with 700 metres left to the finish line!  Preserving the speed and holding the line was the only option I had, thankfully a few rolled by with 50 metres to go ; I had nothing left to offer.  A solid 37 average baited another try one day....if the welcome mat was out.

29/1  Ride like the wind.  Like the ride, not the wind!

A small window of opportunity had opened on Friday, a chance to squeeze a ride in before the rain, but of course there was a price to pay.....wind, and plenty of it! That northeaster (20-43 km/h) certainly made the 10 k spin to the grid quite cruisy, but there the honeymoon ended.  A headwind and speed was on the work list thereafter.   Only PistolPete, The Godfather, Kreeky and Emil had bothered to turn up (has the rest of the regulars softened?) so there'd be more than one turn today!  PistolPete played fair to the truck route and steadily built the pace to Mitchell Rd, the real work would start from now.  

Kreeky had the pleasure of the headwind first, 2 k's to Central Kialla was a tough introduction back from holiday.  The Godfather took us north and, as expected, the rear three were in the gutter with no room to echelon left.  No point hollering, The Godfather's course was set in concrete.  He continued the lead role into River Rd but at least all could get a decent draft with room to the right.  Emil had the drivers seat at the bridge and turned up the hurry to hurt; it's alright for these young guns to push the limits but I'd be pegging back the pace when given the job.  If I could last that long!  A fixed stare on his elbow wouldn't make it flinch so the wait went on....while the wattage waned.  Finally at the quarter horse stud I was handed the reigns and out of that draft was like hitting a brick wall!  Mid 30's was my max, and if the others didn't like it, they could lump it!   The last 1500 of River Rd was certainly laborious, a little relief reaching the rumble strips to find Bruce, Lenny, Boof and Gazza  arriving from a poorly populated shop squad. 

PistolPete's pace into Coach Rd unearthed reserves I thought to be beyond me ; funny how you find that bit more in the tank to hold on.  The eagerness to stay in the draft got me far too close to the wheel ahead and you can't rely on a steady wheel to follow in these gusts.   It took a concerted effort to ease off that wheel, the fear of loosing the tow at Pistol's pace was considered a fate worse than death, it would be a very long and windy ride home without it!  Kreeky took over at the highway but was somewhat toasted at 2nd wheel to Pete, speed sinking at the bridge so The Godfather took over tempo (he still had the oxygen to sledge southbound Cats though)   Emil's excitement west on Old Dookie Rd put the business back into the 40's, mine was the mind game of convincing this engine to perform after Emil's effort to Central Ave.  Given the task, a slow build of pace was key to surviving the distance to Dobson's bridge, It was barely a kilometre to travel but at the prior pace, a pain.  Something was needed in reserve 'cause ending this turn would be pulling the cork on Boof, Lenny, Bruce and Gazza to taking over the front.  Thinking my drive at 42 was worthy was a bit presumptuous, Boof took to the captain's job possessed with pace to the truck route, those reserves tested again into town. Quite the effort to end the week.

This week  257 km    YTD 1,092 km      

           

Aspiration vs ability

 Post #582

16/1  A Saturday smoothie.

This would be a different week ahead.  There'd be an exodus of several of the division 2's to South Australia tomorrow, so today would make the most of the partners in pace before sustaining the swiftness of the shop squad for a week  (I'm told we're assured of fair play joining them)  Sanctuary's regulars Bo, Tina, Col, The Godfather, Temple and not-so-regular Grumpy lined up behind PistolPete's mandatory move toward Mitchell Rd, so there was a feeling of comfort working with a familiar and fair team.  Ahead of me, Bo's bottom bracket creaked like the Munster's front door.  I'd have the third shift with that chilled west southwester at my side through Central Kialla.  

I'd drawn the same shift yesterday under slightly more favorable conditions.  Feels like 6 had the 16 sprocket in use so cadence became my heater, 2 k's passing without detonation.  Tina, Grumpy, Col and Temple divided the drives along River Rd, Grumpy's turn a little shorter than expected or was that the effects of Friday night hydration showing? (Penny drops,  that's why he's not with the shop squad this morning!)   Some just don't sense the winds' direction and The Godfather's a classic!  The rear of the line was right at Coach Rd's edge hiding from the west southwester, while The Godfather sat at the road's centre.  Grumpy hollering suggestions had no effect of course.  

The smooth, stylish shift of PistolPete got us back into the pace-line groove, locked into another world as focus sharpened on the wheel ahead and zoned-in on an engine like rhythm.  Nice to have Pete's reliable and rock steady drive to draft.  Covers k's quickly.  Bo creaked the 2 k's of Old Dookie Rd to the Toaster, the wind now a direct westerly to make us earn our breakfast back home.   A short 1500 metres to Pine Lodge's church suited me, Tina could cover the 1500 to Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd and tuck in for a tow to avoid that headwind homeward.  Col and Grumpy could provide the towing duties!   Temperature sank in a few short sections (pleased I pulled a base layer out of Summer hibernation) to take a little more breath away, but being dragged along in the draft was nothing to grizzle about.   

GreatScottSteve had sprinted from a sleep-in to appear at Boundary Rd to join us.  Kreeky got us to Ford Rd, Temple and The Godfather sharing duties so we'd get to Grahamvale Rd.  I had complete faith in PistolPete and Bo doing the business to Mt. Wanganui.  Impeccable timing put me at the front as we turned out of that headwind and into Rudd Rd, and as my last shift was a lame one, a decent one was overdue.  To Canterbury Rd was something resembling fair.  Hey, wasn't I looking after Tina to hand over a tail-wind shift into town?  Onto the Boulevard and the shop squad had hunted us down , Tina finding the mid 40's tempo to drag us all into their draft.  For a k or so until legs and lungs went lax under the labor.     Fresh hotmix being laid in Knight St forced a footpath diversion but that didn't delay breakfast and the babble on old vinyl, dead rock stars and roof racks.

18/1  A pace promotion.

Bruce's assurance of fair play was some consolation making my way to the shop Monday, joining the fast fella's still brought a touch of trepidation though.  Tempo would be the test.  A combination of Couldabeen's clans assured decent numbers with many (from both sides) touring South Australia.  I felt like I'd steered a Suzuki Mighty Boy onto a Formula One grid arriving at the shop, Rocket, Wozza, Lenny, Bruce and Trav were ready and raring to roll.  At least the 'formula 2's', Temple, Emil, JJ and Joe (not Tony) arrived to balance the standards.  Wozza set a sympathetic speed out Channel Rd  (this was the set circuit of the shop squad on Mondays, us lower classes will follow the hosts) with a south southwester to whip at our flanks.  Rocket kept a lid on his wattage (just below 40) as legs and lungs began to tolerate the tempo, my head now happy with the hurry while these guys probably struggled to stay awake!  Bruce guided us along the smoothness of the ChaCha's hotmix, me just realising I'd have that wind to deal with for the 600 metres of Central Ave.  The following 700 east to the cypress trees would at least be easier.  The old bloke didn't do too bad (or was the snoring supressed?)  Maybe it's performance under pressure?  Happy with my form of hurry, I handed over to Emil but managed to ingest an insect when I left the oxygen door wide open in recovery at the rear.  (I'd prefer tastier protein!)  Emil did well to storm on to Boundary Rd, JJ (fresh from Adelaide and Brisbane hills) turning up the tempo a tad to the Pub then on to the fig farm.  

40's were the norm with the wind at our backs.  Bruce kept an eye out for those of lower rank, Lenny making the haste to New Dookie Rd, but it was Temple's tempo that got bums off seats toward the rail-line ; I'll have what he's having for breakfast!  (great to see the guy back aboard with new found mojo)   Rocket took to Ford Rd at 40 despite the west southwester being almost head-on, a new bike (Trek Emonda SLR) under that sort of engine surely contravenes some homologation rule?!  To the town's edge at 3rd wheel spelled work in Wanganui Rd for me, I'd got up to speed after crossing the highway to get the relief of "Easy" being hollered from behind.  A few had dragged the chain into Wanganui Rd.  The slow was heaven but the acceleration for "all on" hurt.  Plans to reach Mt.Wanganui were far fetched, wattage being sought was barely at a trickle, so a twitch of the elbow gave Emil the job to finish the 400 to Rudd Rd.  A cruisy ride along the Boulevard was never going to happen but JJ kept the speed at a steady simmer.  Joe (not Tony) started to drop the wheel as Lenny kept legs labored toward Tarcoola, Bruce quick to drop back to guarantee nobody was left behind. 

20/1  What wattage?

Monday's lap was challenging and despite the lax legs feeling, it was addictive enough to go back for more on Wednesday.  That "banging your head against a brick wall" theory?   There's not much light at the car park at 5:38 anymore, now beyond the summer solstice the days steadily shorten, but the leds of Temple, Trav, Emil, Rocket, Bruce and Wozza soon lit up the grid for the 5:40 effort.  It must have been Groundhog Day.  

Wozza again led the line out Channel Rd with a similar southerly to Monday's shoving at the wheels, Rocket the second shift yet again to Orrvale Rd.  The difference was I'd avoid the wind today, Trav and Bruce were ahead and yet to serve their speed at the business end.  Bruce seems to have that PistolPete / Rocket / Wozza gene that cancels the effect of a headwind, pace impressive down Central Ave then east to the cypress trees.  Though he'd set a standard I felt duty bound to follow.  And that duty was now due!  I could tackle the 1500 metres to the S bend but another 1200 to Boundary Rd was beyond my wattage, so I gave Emil that chore.  (Done admirably.....and he added another 600 up to the pub for good measure) 

Temple took on the shift to the bridge and that ended division 2's first round of contributions, the four fast fellas line astern now presented their pace to hang onto.  Wozza made the task look easy to Old Dookie Rd, Rocket that little bit easier to New Dookie Rd.  Trav's smooth shift up to Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd used the last of the tail-wind, the toil of a side wind now against us for the west way back to town.  Bruce held the reigns toward Lemnos while I banked on his velocity not to cook me ; it's the length of the turn that can toast me quickly.  BigBen on a solo spin joined in, Bruce's smoothness saving me from turning crispy, so my engine was well and truly warmed up to face the front in Ford Rd.  

Lucky me had a little shelter from the southerly for almost a k but the exposed section thereafter put plenty of strain on sustaining the speed.  I'd delayed throwing an elbow for a white posts or two (extending the limit that conservative head was telling me) but signals from the legs soon sent an involuntary twitch to elbow Emil to the front.  I was delighted to see traffic at Grahamvale Rd to force 10 seconds of stationary oxygen overload.  Here's hoping the 6 left to do duty would get me back to town ; what wattage I had left wouldn't pull the skin off a custard!  Rocket seems to relish a long shift, working Wanganui Rd with his trademark tempo, that little more light from the rising sun all the better to avoid the sticks littering the tarmac from last nights gusts.  Trav kept the hurry and the heart-rate up to the Boulevard, BigBen making his driving debut to keep the squad silent to Tarcoola. 

21/1  I-solo-ation.

A solo spin can be argued as good therapy.  Hiding in the draft of a bunch, doing a turn or two for a few minutes then wax lyrical about average speeds can elevate the ego a bit beyond normal.   Self said it was time to face the reality of solitary speed and strength (and maybe suffer a little!)     Thursday was one of  those rare mornings where wind wasn't out to kill me, in fact hardly a hint of the forecast south southeaster was blowing.  That explained the better than expected pace east on Wanganui Rd.     Steve (the machine) was assembling his squad of speed at Verney Rd (way beyond my league) but I was happy to play "bike bait" a few minutes ahead.  It'd keep my pace perked up to Boundary Rd in a disillusioned drive to hold them off.  Maintaining a decent pace meant keeping just under the red zone (You know,  when all goes blurry and you feel the need to update your Will!), the velocity a little easier bearing south, so a couple of k's were added without fear of early implosion.   Steve's squad soon swamped me at New Dookie Rd in a humbling hurry.  My argument of aspiration vs ability said staying solo suited me better.  No use flogging a dead horse!  

Crossing Old Dookie Rd I found another bunch of bikes a k or so behind me, figuring it'd be the Felines kept a keen pace as a priority.  A cruisy speed seemed counter-productive.  A sense of achievement was found closer to that red zone.  A once-in-a-while peek back kept the gap in check and with time on my side from an early start, the route to River Rd was in my sights (hadn't ridden this way west in ages).   Skippy was in my sights at the turn too (right in the middle of the road mind you) so a holler got him in a hurry to hurdle the fence.  A glance back reaching the quarter horse stud sighted those bunch lights only just entering River Rd, so it was no real challenge to stay ahead at this rate.  Couldn't be the Cats this cruisy could it?  These must have been snails!  Time had turned a little more precious nearing River Rd's end, so old faithful short-cut on the truck route to Archer had me home on time to keep employed. 

22/1  Licorice legs.

Half a dozen starters meant toil for Friday's fling, so didn't I do the sneaky shuffle to the rear as the clock struck 5:40!  Yeah, delaying the inevitable, but I needed maximum time to psych up for speed.  Lenny, Rocket, Bruce and Oscar far out-ranked Emil and I (no disrespect Emil!)  Where were the other division 2's anyway?  Some, not all were in Adelaide!  Surely the stay-at-home homeys hadn't softened and slipped to the soft side of the Wannabee's?    Bruce opened the account into Channel Rd (here's me thinking one weekday might have been on the River Rd circuit) with barely a breeze from the southeast.  Stick your head out of the draft at Bruce's pace though and you'd claim a neck injury!    Rocket remained consistent in scoring 2nd shift to Orrvale Rd.   How much easier is it to keep pace on the billiard table smoothness of the ChaCha?  So good that Lenny bumped up the speed to make sure nobody was snoring.  Oscar had the Central Ave / McFadyen Rd leg and took us to the cypress trees post haste, his somewhat shorter stature make his tow a little lame though.  

 Emil took on driving duties while I tried mental telepathy to make the S bend his limit.  My legs were licorice already and I'd yet to contribute a thing!   The telepathy worked, I got the 1200 metre drive to Boundary Rd (my head was already denying thoughts of driving on to the Pub)   Just as well the Garmin had turned itself off, I didn't want to see the heart rate numbers as I struggled to reach Channel Rd's end.  I'd preserved just enough push to catch the tail as Bruce took over, stocking up on oxygen as he kindly went easy on the accelerator.  Till he crossed the highway.  Suck up that speed Foss!, Bruce was on a mission of motion to Old Dookie Rd and that only baited Rocket's second drive to be a long one too.  (no complaints from me though, that meant more time in the tow before I'd face the pain in the driver's seat again)   

Photo credit ; Rocket.

Lenny led the Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd shift west, thank the breeze being at the backside for helping me stay aboard.  Oscar did the Ford Rd flight as I prepared for the predicted duty in Wanganui Rd, but as Emil put the sting into the speed over Grahamvale Rd, Bruce hollered a halt to extract a bee sting from his hand. That was oxygen time for me.  Far sooner than I'd hoped, Emil was back into bolting to Numurkah Rd, the 3200 metres of Wanganui Rd in front of me a sight to suffer.  I'd apply a seniors discount and do the drive to DECA, Bruce could manage the rest.  

Those licorice legs just managed to clutch the caboose when Bruce opened the throttle to Mt.Wanganui, so it was almost pleasing (in an unintentionally callous way) to see Bruce had suffered likewise as he rolled rearward in Rudd Rd.  Rocket took his time restoring tempo toward the Boulevard, bless his cotton socks, but Lenny seemed to relish making the final drive to Tarcoola's roundabout close to torture.  Division 2's return next week will be be welcomed!

This week 236km    YTD  835km

Hey!, get well soon TatMat ; took a tumble and shed some skin on a Tat pot-hole.  

Good to catch up with Coggo during the week too, steady improvements but there's a distance to travel yet on the recovery road. Chin up young man.     

   

        

The FIFO principal

 Post #581

9/1  A diligent dozen.

16 degrees and an east northeast breeze made a proper summer morning, so taking just a couple of minutes to kit-up made an early arrival to the Saturday grid.  Consistent characters Kreeky, Tina, The Godfather, Bo, Didak, Emil, PistolPete and Molly had surprise additions TatMat, Joe (not Tony) and Determined Dan join in.  Is it me or is the shop squad's ever increasing standards sorting the divisions more-so every week?   At least there's now a bunch for almost all speeds.  I'll keep my comfort levels with division two thanks.  Molly made the first move to lead south facing the front for the second time tells me the addiction has taken hold. She's probably still a little daunted driving the train but I'll hazard a guess she'll be doing regular shifts within a month or two.  PistolPete gradually turned up the tempo to Central Kialla, but my wait would be a long one for driving duty starting rearmost.  But hadn't I got the good spot, that east northeaster was brewing to make River Rd hard labor on the front.   That'd put the dampener on long drives today!  

There wasn't a lot of bravado from Bo doing his duty to the bridge, Emil spinning the standard shift to the quarter horse stud and retiring rather silently to the rear.  Kreeky dug deep to drag us to rooster corner.  I felt a bit guilty sitting in the comfort of the draft.   There was no holding Determined Dan back when he stepped up to the lead role for Coach Rd, the highway his target while I was still soaking up the wake at 5th wheel.  I might not have to face that wind at all at this rate! Duty finally called when The Godfather finished his shift at the Pine Lodge church, so it was a short drive up to Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd for me.   

Buoyed by the breeze at the backside, Emil boosted the speed beyond Grahamvale Rd, the shop squad humbling our hurry by cruising by.  I'd hoped there wasn't a charge to get aboard.  The sun rose behind casting our shadows ahead, but there seemed to be too few figures cast on the road for a dozen.  Eyes back confirmed we'd lost a couple of carriages. 

A sprint forward with the o.t.a. news was in order (saves that knife in the back sensation from those dislodged), though PistolPete, the consummate gentleman had stayed back to keep them company.   Well, that lasted a 1000 metres till the tailwind temptation had tempo sneak back up again, dropping a couple (again).  Emil might need to shout breakfast at this rate! My second sprint to the front delivering the data of the dropped fried the legs quickly, and Wanganui Rd's workout was still to come. Kreeky kept the team in order till Mt.Wanganui tempted a fast finish, but the regroup in Rudd Rd made a formation finish along the Boulevard toward breakfast.  

11/1  Team players.  Oh,....and Mick.

It's about time I hardened up and did the first shift, I've been too long making excuses to avoid the early toil.  PistolPete deserved a break from it anyway.   What's that?  A hint of a northeaster behind me?  That had nothing to do with the decision!  (nose grows longer)   My pace was a fraction presumptuous in the first 300 metres, eagerness to get the shift over and done with had over-ridden the need for ease till all were aboard.  The Godfather, Tina, Kreeky, Pistol, Bo, Col, Kel, Emil and Didak were line astern, "All on!" getting me down to business to the truck route.  That was the easy bit, driving the next 2 k's at Pistol's usual pace was the big ask. 

Legs would only deliver high 30's but I made it to Mitchell. The kudos delivered as I rolled rearward told me my shift had approval, but answers were over-ruled by the need for oxygen intake, Emil taking on the propulsion to Central Kialla.  Eyes were fixed for a few minutes at Didak's wheel till things came back into focus.  Kel had work into the breeze north to River Rd, catching hitch-hikers Vince and the Rabbit. Tina had similar toil to the bridge.  The Rabbit must have been in another world riding to the front on the American side (didn't he appreciate a free tow?)  Col stoked the speed beyond the dip and towed us all to Coach Rd  (must have been the special hydration on a weekend away?) while I couldn't help thinking my early turn would guarantee another before the lap was done.  Where's GreatScottSteve or TatMat now when a long driver is wanted?  Didak's eagerness to hold the wheel ahead yo-yo'd his speed, time for me to drop half a wheel further back as a buffer zone, less I incite further rippling to the rear. 

Wind doesn't hamper PistolPete's hurry, into the 40's and into a stiff wind with it had many pleased it wasn't their shift to drive.  Strangely, the Rabbit was champing at the bit. Maybe he should step up a few rungs to the shop squad if we're boring him that much?  Kreeky positioned perfectly in Old Dookie Rd to shelter the next in line, though 3rd wheel was pushing me higher in zone 4 ;good preparation for the old engine (and readies the head) for the duty to come.  Kreeky called a halt for traffic in Central Ave but it must have translated to Uzbekistanian for the Rabbit, bolting through the intersection to sprint the last leg home.  (He obviously doesn't know the FIFO principal?)  Didak took the lead to Dobson's and contained that youthful exuberance well, still going beyond the bridge but the signs of speed stress soon showed.  I should save him from that "exertion till explosion" temptation, he's suffered enough of the o.t.a. in recent weeks.  The hurry into the 40's gets a helping hand with 50mm carbon wheels as aerodynamics play their part, and that's what got me to the truck route (though Vince launched a chase to catch a rabbit and Col got carried away copying)  I felt team play was in order so held station with 7 behind.

12/1 Solitary refinement.

I could feel softness sneaking in.  Not quite to BeerMat levels though. Nearly every ride is in a bunch with just a turn or two of effort, and a whole lot of drafting before and after.  Time for Rule #5 to rule and suffer a little solo, maybe polish the rhythm a little.  A different route wouldn't hurt either.  The River Rd repetitiveness is becoming a little like water torture!   Mapping another path had a creative element, only hindered by the mathematics of distance and time to get me home by 7.  Wind would be a handbrake one way or the other.  

And it was outbound to Zeerust creating the toil first (a tailwind home is always the preferred option)   Almost immediately I found the groove, right into the middle of zone 4 and at a comfortable cadence, even the sit in the saddle was sweet to tap out 10 k's to the old church.  Thoughts of the tailwind were already being savored.  Another 5 k's north to Bowey Rd passed with the numbers staying fairly stable, the east effort to Tallygaroopna started the escalation though.  The wind had swung against me and those open paddocks had me exposed to the elements.  Not my lucky day.  I did say it was time for Rule #5 contemplation didn't I?  There's not a lot happening in Tally at 6, another 5 k's east on Victoria Rd wearing away the wattage to find the Katamatite Rd to head homeward.  Steering southwest should have delivered a little relief but that wind had swung to a southerly.  One or three passing cars offered a few seconds draft.  Taking Lemnos North Rd pointed me straight into working the wind, though holding that steady spin made reasonable progress.  A diversion west on Northey Rd was a welcome intermission, 2 k's slogging south on Grahamvale Rd then the comfort of a sheltered Ford Rd had me home with 10 minutes spare.  Pace was pleasing for 48 k's under the solitary circumstances. 

13/1  Paceline partners.

Summon the base layer and arm warmers!  The temperature halved for Wednesday but it didn't stop the paceline protagonists assembling at Sanctuary Drive.  Tina, Kreeky, The Godfather, Joe (not Tony), Kel and Emil with PistolPete (naturally!) leading us to Mitchell Rd.  A stiff southeaster kept the line neat and tidy behind (the wind wasn't a worry to Pete).  Kel did the 2 k's to Central Kialla, Tina's turn with a tailwind to River Rd (her 150 k's in the heat yesterday deserved some reward)   Kreeky took the lead east into River Rd, the feeling of a long drive coming to me when he continued the drive beyond the bridge.  Where it would end would be a guess.  I suppose I'd get a hint of a handover somewhere.  

He had a shuffle on the saddle a bit beyond the dip, and by the quarter horse stud, a shift to a lower gear.  Wouldn't be long now.  A check of the speed (so I'd maintain the momentum), a focus on the drive ahead and Kreeky's elbow (on cue) said his shift was terminating.  I didn't want to dwell on the distance to reach Coach Rd, the aim to catch Vince and the Rabbit ahead was closer.  Pleased with the pace (considering the southeaster), the old engine was doing what the head wanted for a change. To Coach Rd without miss-firing, a split second decision was to roll 'round the corner when "Car right!" was called.  Plenty of space for me, Emil and The Godfather to get through (and it prevented being shunted by those behind) but the rest chose caution for a halt.  

A slow roll for the re-group was medicine for muscles.  Getting them back up to Emil's pace when the line reformed was murder.  The Godfather tackled the turn from the highway to Old Dookie, speed a little see-saw for 3200 metres.  Joe (not Tony) faced the front in Old Dookie Rd but Vince and the Rabbit made an anti-social sprint ahead toward town.  Solidarity kept the 8 starting together finishing together.  PistolPete was on driving duty at School Rd and went above and beyond at Central Ave to add another k to Dobson's bridge in his repertoire. Kel got the shift to the truck route done post-haste, Kreeky substituting for Tina to drag us to SPC.  

13/1 Forlorn four.

Enthusiasm was hardly at fever pitch at Friars, Sandy and Hommie made up the sum total of Goat fervor at 6am.....and here we are in the middle of summer! A bit of a southwester and most Goats duck for cover.  (All aboard a sinking ship or what?!)  Solo's might be the better option with this sort of participation.  Sandy pulled the chocks away at 6 to work the streets east, JB joining in at the towns exit trickled a little enthusiasm into the morning.  The southwesterly had enough chill in it to put some spin into the cadence, Sandy flicking me an elbow a bit short of Dobson's estate, so I set Central Ave as a fair contribution.  Hommie got keen aimed at School Rd (that wind at the backside boosting bravado) taking the lion's share to Boundary Rd as a dozen Couldabeens worked west toward their caffeine fix. (Plenty of participation there).  The Eggman and 4 disciples southbound on Boundary had right of way, JB's turn towing us up to their draft so the load could be shared. 

Turns into the wind were short and sweet, JB putting in a longer than short shift to the highway as his fair fare.  All too soon Channel Rd's exit called, so I returned to the rear so as not to tangle turns with my turn-off.  There's enough orchards left to deliver shelter on the 9 k's of Channel Rd back to base, the few open spaces reminding of what the southwester does to speed. This morning was a bit short on regular kilometres (and very short on participants) but a little distance is better than none.  

15/1  Kit conformity.

Left to my own devices I would have rolled quietly to Friday's grid with 5 minutes up my sleeve, then probably have grumbled about the speed (to self) in the opening kilometres, so when Emil pushed into the southwester in the mid 30's  he'd actually done me favor preparing me for PistolPete's pace.    Or was I pushing Emil?  (it's always the other guy that sets the speed isn't it?)  Today had been declared co-ordinated Couldabeens kit day, so all conformed (that had the corporate colours) to put some polish into the pack.  Kreeky, PistolPete, Joe (not Tony), Emil, Tina, Col, The Godfather and Didak were ready to ride.  There was that subtle duck, weave, dive, stall and sprint to find the wheel of choice (or if you're not quick ; the wheel of death!) as Pete put pace on the menu toward Mitchell Rd.  Vince arrived from the south.  Maybe fortuity put me on Col's wheel but I'd hoped he was feeling sluggish! 

The front beckoned my presence when we turned from Mitchell for the north assault to River Rd, that southwester amplifying my ability to drive the 2 k's like the young ones.  Bo and Kel turned up from the north (no note from home to explain their tardiness!)  to join the line while I found the watts to catch the draft as Emil headed us into River Rd.  Did someone declare it long drive Friday?  'cause Emil extended his effort beyond the dip, and that set a standard when Kreeky had the helm at the quarter horse stud.  This was going to be more than your average 3 k effort, he was still at it northbound in Coach Rd.  (Not really one-upmanship on Emil, it was more to do with 'when you're on a good thing......")  Didak made his appearance at the business end nearing Channel Rd, paced nicely within his limits and handing over to The Godfather at the highway.  

Vince was waiting in the wings for his moment to move. Smooth tarmac does a lot for the mindset, effort easing a fraction while the momentum stayed the same.  A little smoothness of speed would have made it Christmas on a stick.   Vince caught me napping on the turn into Old Dookie Rd, pointing into what was now a west southwester had little effect on his velocity.  Off the Fizik and sprint if I were to stay aboard!   And PistolPete's turn was about to be let off the leash at School Rd.  Looks like Bo and Kel would pay for their late arrival with a turn into the wind.  Pistol added an extra k over Central Ave and handed the lead to Bo at Dobsons estate, his turn short and swift (to earn The Godfather's sledge) when he gave Kel the lead at the truck route to make haste to SPC.

This week 283km       YTD 599km

         

 

 

        

For the hell (or the hurt) of it.

Post #580

2/1  The Saturday sacrament.

It's a ritual and almost religious, this Saturday ride thing is almost a holy habit that can't be missed.  Maybe it's the weekend's freedom and the social stuff combined with a dose of punishment by pedals? Sanctuary's grid can be a bit of a surprise package on a Saturday, a couple of guest appearances today injecting a mix into the regular rabble.  GreatScottSteve had talked Tan into trying a lap and Kel had convinced Andy (Knights of Suburbia) to co-habitate with the Couldabeens, and that put variety into the line-up of Col, Tina, Bo. Kreeky, Emil, Didak and Lenny (right day, wrong grid Lenny?)   

Bo took the PistolPete shift at 6am but hadn't allowed for the tsunami effect at the rear, Kreeky delivering the news to the front of the disconnection of the Tan carriage.  (Pistol would have paced it perfectly)  Calm was called and the line of 13 soon got together again, a softer squeeze of the accelerator keeping the line as one to Mitchell Rd.  Kel's smoothness and consideration of a slowly strengthening northeaster set a better scenario till legs limbered up, Emil doing his thing north to River Rd while I convinced the pre-frontal cortex that the sluggishness felt on the earlier commute was all in my head. 

Deliberately easy on the gas into River Rd might win friends and influence people (and donating a bit of kindness to self) so making a decent fist of the shift to the bridge put those snail-like thoughts in the bin.  Tina took over while I retreated rearward a dozen places, taking in the sunrise and more oxygen with it.  Andy (captaining a Cube) did his turn to Coach Rd just as the shop squad (Grumpy, Rocket, Wozza, Liam, Joe (not Tony) and TatMat) arrived from the north in search of company (or was it prey?)  Here's me thinking that squad enjoyed the chase?  Could the separate teams now be considering a more regular merger?  Well, our bakers' dozen now had a new standard of speed.  

Focus shifted closer to the wheel ahead as Wozza got down to 40's business to the highway, the blur of the tarmac below was now the view till Tina's call of "Kangaroo!" raised the eyeballs from the road rapidly.   (Skippy made haste to the river)  Rocket took on the north leg to Old Dookie Rd as Wozza returned from duty to the rear, with barely a feather ruffled from the experience.  It's a whole different world up there in the fast faction.  Here's most of us wrung out like a wet sock after a few k's in the drivers seat and these guys are barely breaking a sweat!  At least they show sympathy to the slow.  Liam was next to tow us toward the Toaster (there's that formation of the fit again in packs of 3 or 4) and realising the league of labor he was caught in, Joe (not Tony) retired to the caboose without a contribution.  TatMat took over the northern assault to Lemnos-Cosgrove Rd as Liam said his hoo-roo's to do a drive to Dookie and clock a ton.  Instead of fighting it, we could all enjoy the northeaster at last for the way west to town, Grumpy now in charge for the charge to Lemnos North Rd with the bait of BamBam, AlmostRetiredTrev and Shorty (the remains of the Wannabee's?) ahead.  

Ford Rd finally had Didak at the business end and his enthusiasm with it, adding a few extra k's to the pace was probably just the excitement of being captain but that only pulled the pin of that heart-rate hand grenade. His legs had expired and the shoulders took over pushing the pedals, speed sinking like a stone. Col took over the role of pace setter to get the rhythm back in order.  Didak had retreated defeated to the caboose.  My hope to take aboard more oxygen on a pause at the highway was dashed when "All Clear!" was called, Lenny now the man on a mission to work us for Wanganui's length. That wasn't enough labor for Lenny it seemed as he headed the hurry along Rudd Rd, GreatScottSteve finally at the front to set the velocity on the Boulevard toward breakfast. With the suffering now done, it was time to take the sacrament (coffee) and the social stuff.  The clan all berthed at the Butter Factory (for a change) to babble the murder of mountains, annual distances and long days in the saddle.

4/1  Matt's motion. 

There's no doubting PistolPete's performance, a few days away and he came back stronger than ever.  The south southwester (20 km/h) couldn't slow him from the high 30's to Mitchell Rd with Col, The Godfather, Tina, TatMat, Emil and Kreeky in tow.  Maybe Pete had holidayed with a Spanish doctor?  Col sped the second shift to Central Kialla with the line in echelon behind, The Godfather drawing the longest straw with the wind at our backs to head us to River Rd.  Tina's a great wheel to be on, smooth, steady and predictable, and without any of those variable velocities but a bit more of her would make a great draft!  Her somewhat subtle elbow showed me the drivers seat at the bridge, the fraction of west in that south southwester making my drive to the dip a little less taxing, so I added another half k just for the hell (or the hurt) of it.  That must have set TatMat on a mission, he muscled a 3 k drive to rooster corner while Emil (in his draft) readied to face the front.  Hold your horses Emil, TatMat's shift had more to it! 

Yet another 3 k's to the highway put him in the PistolPete league.  (clearly his 25 k commuted to the grid from Tat gave him too much thinking time)   Emil was finally cleared to captain beyond the pub, maybe a little labored from TatMat's turn but he kept the pace keen to Old Dookie Rd.  Kreeky's test west was next. The wind worked him over to School Rd but the stage was already set for long turns to drive him on toward Central Ave, speed slowly succumbing to distance at the rumble strips.  We didn't have the shop squad along to test our tempo into town, Pistol could take that task on easily.  He'd glanced back to check all were aboard before turning up the velocity, all tucked into the tow to the truck route till Col took charge toward SPC opening up the gaps and gasps.  He's happy handing out the hurt last!

6/1   Bit breezy!  

Maybe it's the appeal of a tail-wind that drives a determined effort into a head-wind?  It had better be a good one for all the punishment of 10 k's to commute to the Wednesday start-line trying to keep pace into 28 km/h worth.  Enthusiasm was rather worn reaching Sanctuary's roundabout, Emil and I reckoning we'd earned a midfield position instead of facing the front early.  The Godfather, Didak, Kel, Kreeky, Tina, PistolPete, Col and Bo must like pain too, turning up for the 5:40 torture to Mitchell Rd.   You know who would have no contenders for first shift!  Driving at 37 into 40 k gusts can only be described as freakish, right?  Each searched for their slice of the draft as Kreeky set the course to Central Kialla, that wind shoving the wheels to make 'distancing' vital to staying upright.  Like a line of WobblyTrev's we were!  Appropriately, Bo had the tail-wind (his speciality!) to River Rd, Kel serving the smoothness to the bridge.  Tina, Col and The Godfather were still to serve their shifts so all looked sweet that I might score a tailwind before the task of doing Old Dookie Rd.  That's if nobody got greedy!  Tina signed off at the dip where Col became captain, that steadfast sit on the Willier spelled speed to Coach Rd by my reckoning.  (I'd reckoned right)   The rooster crowed The Godfather to lead us north (those two red leds of Vince and the Rabbit well ahead), not sure why we were riding the crown of the road with the wind coming at us from 7 o'clock but The Godfather probably had a reason.   I just followed in his wake.   Shown the drivers seat crossing the Midland, I made the best of that (rare) wind assistance to set my goal at reaching Old Dookie Rd, 3200 metres away (my legs and lungs wouldn't like it, but it would be good for the head)  I thought I was doing it tough till seeing a couple of small bunches struggling south.  There's always somebody doing it hard!  The sight of that only primed the pace.....and the pain.

  I felt a sense of selfishness handing Emil the west work into the wind but he's young and tough enough to get over it.  Who wins the wind and who works into it is the luck of the draw really.  Emil's tempo was rather rapid to School Rd, slow roasting Didak with it.  Half a k from Central Ave and Didak's fuse blew, retreating from 2nd wheel to the rear.  Emil kept the fire stoked and I tried an encouraging word for Didak to catch the tail, but his will and the wattage weren't working together.  And that equals o.t.a.    Central Ave was clear of traffic so hopes of Didak rejoining were dashed, Pistol setting us swiftly on the last leg, so Col courteously retreated to keep the young fella company back to town.  The rest hung tight to Pistol's pace for a fast finale. 

7/1  Mustering motivation.

Finding the incentive to ride at stupid o'clock isn't so hard, it's become an almost automatic response somedays even before the alarm goes off.  I've got it bad haven't I?  I just wondered if any Goats could unearth enthusiasm?  The lack of numbers in recent days didn't auger well.  (Coggo goes on the sick list and the attendance goes to pot!)   I'll knock a few k's over before 6 and see what the Friars grid offers. (relying on others to turn up for motivation can be a very risky move)   A bit of prologue variety put incentive into the speed, east on New Dookie Rd and back via Ford and Wanganui would throw doubt  on my timing to reach the start line by 6 so speed went straight on the agenda.  

There were a couple of short-cuts available if time ticked away too fast.  A tall figure was westbound as I exited town east (GiantAndy the silhouette, shop squad bound) and that was the only traffic to contend with.  The "hate to be late" syndrome had legs well warmed by Lemnos so focus swung to keeping a cap on the heart rate numbers.  The ticking clock didn't help the focus and ignoring the legs' signals of stress wasn't working either, bound to be better than a casual cruise though!  The minutes became valued in Wanganui Rd ; I could have taken the highway into town but where's the challenge in that? By DECA I had relented to take Kittles Rd to save a minute or so.  Cutting it fine to Friars at 5:58 I found regulars Hommie, Sandy and Dippa (Brendy the wildcard from Team Hibernation).  Enthusiasm wasn't exactly at fever pitch.  Hommie took instructions to lead the tiny train from town, his navigation 'interesting' to say the least.  I don't think spacial awareness is his forte.  Hommie seemed to labor to Dobsons estate even though the southerly wasn't a hinderance, Sandy taking a punt it was her turn when Hommie's speed suddenly sunk.  (I thought it was just me having trouble with his signals....or the lack of 'em!)   

Sandy's smoothness to Central Ave took me to serve a turn to School Rd, I'll admit turning up the pace a touch but no complaints were filed.  Dippa drove to Boundary Rd with Brendy on his wheel, doubting he'd be facing the front with the southerly there to greet him.  Got that right!  Hommie was sent to driving duty as Brendy back-pedaled to the caboose, Hommie finding a second wind to make good progress to the old bacon barn.  Sandy pushed on to the highway, offering the draft of a toothpick, my second (and last) turn a short shift for the 1000 metres to Channel Rd before an exit beckoned. Somewhat sheltered from the southerly the 10 k to town wasn't such a struggle, the real challenge is reading what the traffic is doing when many seem                                                     to be asleep behind the wheel.

8/1  Simmered slowly at 2nd wheel.

5:40 had struck but the grid had stalled, many eyes searching for the sacrificial lamb to go to slaughter south, and despite barely a breeze blowing nobody wanted that first 3 k turn......except PistolPete.  His trademark steady build of pace was quickly hijacked by The Godfather to front the dozen.  Kreeky, Tina, Temple, Bo, Kel, GreatScottSteve, Emil, Shorty, Didak and Col shuffled into an order behind.  Once over the initial acceleration, I surveyed the driving order to come ; Col would get the east shift to Central Kialla and Emil most likely the drive to River Rd.  That's all good, I'd get a swift but steady intro to the work at the business end of the bunch.....but I had GreatScottSteve's wheel and he doesn't know the meaning of a short shift.  He does know what smooth is though.  He'd probably go to the dip before retiring.  I reckon we all fix focus on something about the bike ahead to hold a rhythm; a brake caliper, that spinning cassette, maybe a bit of road grime stuck on a seat post? 

Glueing my eyes to GreatScottSteve's giant gastrochnemius (go on, Google it!) was a daunting view though!  He's got legs like Colbrelli!  Take 2 ; eyes on the rear rotor instead.   The dip blurred by and soon the white fence of the quarter horse stud neared, this shift was certainly simmering me at 2nd wheel.  Get over it Foss, Coach Rd was looming larger and Steve would have that as his target.  (I hope!)  The up-side was I'd have that south southeaster behind me, whether I'd have any wattage left was in the lap of the legs!  You really only appreciate that 15% advantage of a draft when it disappears, getting up to prior pace out of rooster corner took a lot more than I'd hoped.  My highway target was already up for review.  By One Tree Dam the bridges had now been set as my limit, the slight incline of tarmac to the river feeling more like an 8% climb. 

 I'd guessed Didak was on my wheel so a short shift might suit him?  The kudos was welcomed (but not expected) as I rolled rearward, I'd done far better Wednesday although that had some tail-wind assistance.  It's a long way back to the caboose in a baker's dozen bunch and with the amount of contributors left, I'd done my one and only shift!   Time to sit back and enjoy the tow.  Didak paced himself well, taking the highway as his limit, enough energy left  in the reserve tank to catch the tail for Bo's drive to Old Dookie Rd.  Kreeky and Temple kept hurry on the agenda for the westward leg, the sun noticeably a little slower rising to warm our backs, but the tempo toward coffee kept heat in the legs.

This week  256 km     

YTD 315 km   

This bike 72,091

Last bike 193,000km