Thursday, 1 December 2016


As near as I can tell the last time I lined up for a MTB race was March 2012, but a stick ended that one mere seconds after the gun, so let's ignore it and go to the last one I finished. The Surfcoast 6hr on the 22nd of October 2011.

Holy shit, that's over 5 years ago... I haven't raced MTB in 5 years! Still, that doesn't make it feel less odd to get an email from MTBA saying my MTB license has lapsed, and consciously decide not too renew it. I held on to it these last few years for tradition, but we're in Australia... we celebrate christmas by having a bbq and going to the beach, so we don't really have a tradition of tradition.

Oh well should the need to race fat knobbies arise again, at least I'll get given my trusty 4 digit member number back.

D: 19.2km
A: 120m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 30 November 2016


With De Luca's Chris(tmas)Cross this weekend I figured I should get some time in on the dirt, but I didn't really have too much time to do so. Queue 40 laps of the Kew pump track on the way to work.

1 x 20 normal way
1 x 10 reverse
1 x 10 normal way
1 x I think I need a coffee

D: 23.3km
A: 195m

St Kilda East - HCC Crits D Grade - HCC Crits A Grade - St Kilda East:
I rolled in to the crits early and sidled my way up to Laurie Lovelock. Despite a very good sidling, and some great puppy dog eyes (the best puppy dog eyes, ask anyone!), Laurie informed me they didn't need any more ride marshals for D-grade. Though a few moments later he realised that one of their rostered riders hadn't shown, so my warm up/extras were soon back on track.

D Grade wasn't too eventful. They slowly shattered themselves, meaning that I was frequently dagged off the back by exploded riders, and got to practice carrying speed through the bottom turn without anyone else around.

A Grade was similar in that the bunch whittled down over the course of the 45 minute rate. I hid in the bunch for the first half of the race, then started to go with some moves once the intermediate sprints were done. By go with, I only mean go with. There was no pulling of turns or initiating of attacks. Basically if the rider in front of me went for it, I'd tag along and suffer.

Eventually though, the twenty or so riders left were given a 4 lap countdown. Brendan Canty traipsed away, leaving the rest of us to sprint for 2nd. I was kind of shagged, but DK offered to dump me into the corner first and I figured why not. Why not see where the tank would run completely dry? Through for the 2 laps to go Dave was powering us up the side of the bunch, taking us from the back and around the outside of the bunch. Some dodgy lines on the inside pushed us even wider on the downhill sweeper, I unclipped my inside foot, fearing an imminent lie down in the concrete gutter. I didn't, but our momentum was baulked meaning that through the hairpin and up for the bell we were still at the back. Dave once again took us up and around the bunch, driving hard down and along the flat. He flicked an inside elbow and shot straight through to the spectators, it took me a moment to process, I scrubbed speed... I scrubbed a lot of speed and then tipped into the corner. Left foot down. *scraaaape*, perhaps a millisecond too soon? Right foot down, my cadence was too low but I drove the gear anyway. I felt a presence up my inside. I fought. The presence became a person along side me. I fought. The along side became in front. I fought. Another rider slipped up past. I exploded.

So the answer to where the tank emptied was halfway up the hill. Sure there was room to improve the final few laps and especially the final corner, but I'm satisfied that I was there at all. A normalised power of 406W tells me it wasn't an easy race, but I was there until the bitter end.

Strava link.

D: 71.5km
A: 770m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 29 November 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
The last of the November amnesty rides, though given my legs felt flatter than piss on a platter, perhaps I should be sad rather than glad.

Strava link.

D: 49.2km
A: 619m


D: 8.9km
A: 15m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 28 November 2016


Two people walk into a science bar. One says "I'll have an H2O." The second one says "I'll have an H2O too." He died.

D: 18.1km
A: 151m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 27 November 2016


I haven't raced track in a while, let alone match sprinting, but SKCC had a week off crits, so I thought I might literally wipe the dust off my track gear and see what's up.

I qualified with a 12.806 flying 200, around half a second off my best that was set in.... holy shit 2011, that seems like forever ago. Back then a high 12 second would have been one of the better in A grade, today it was almost a second off the fastest time, and behind the bulk of riders.

I didn't win a singe one of my 3 races, so instead I'm going to look at what's different between the day of my outdoor f200 PB, and today. For a start I'm a few kg lighter (86-88 vs 90-92), I was training specifically for track and the Kilo but still riding a mountain bike. I wasn't racing at HCC, but I was racing B-Grade at CCCC. Most amusing to me was that I intentionally didnt ride the Hell Ride the day before my PB, because I didn't want to ruin sprint, where as I was sad panda to miss it yesterday.

Post race sausages: 5

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 26 November 2016


St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
Despite being at Black Rock before 7am, I missed the Hell Ride. I rolled out of the cafe across the roundabout with a few minutes to spare, but discovered that my rear tyre lacked air.

After getting it changed I rolled south, hooking up with a small bunch through to Frankston, then chucked a u-turn to unite with the helly for the return to Black Rock\

Not what I'd planned, and not terribly exciting, but still better than another rain cancellation.

Strava link.

D: 87.5km
A: 232m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 25 November 2016


This week has had more 5am ZZZ emojis than it has training rides, so an extended commute was called for.

A photo posted by Neil Robinson (@entyr) on

D: 26.6km
A: 126m

PMPW: 87kg