Saturday, 27 August 2016


St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
It started off as the Hell Ride, I got up at 5:17, I shaved my legs, I got into lycra and scooted out the door around 6.

I rode to Black Rock and had a coffee at Odo while keeping an eye on the big clock tower. I met the bunch and greeted my mates, we rolled out and someone attacked hard and early. I chased and bridged gaps, going cross eyed in the process, before getting swamped by the bunch finally getting back together.

I got around the roundabout, a car arriving to the right mid bunch, starting to enter the intersection, then stopping, causing the bunch to stop and then restart.

I worked my way to the front, rolling a turn or two, mindfull that I didn't want to end up down the back, and on the wrong side of a split. I was grateful that others rolled over the top of me, because even with the assistance of a tailwind, 54km/h turns are tough business.

Where it went wrong was a bloody pothole at Patto. It was one of those ones that feels like some's given your undercarridge a tap with a ball-peen hammer. For a second or two I thought it was all good, then I resigned myself to stopping, just hoping that the dozens or so riders behind me would have their heads up as I eased my weight onto my front wheel, and off the tyre being bounced by the procession of the valve every revolution.

I got the change done, taking my time because I knew there was no chance I'd chase on. Found a bunch got to Frankston, then turned and waited. When I was eventually caught, it was a 7 man group, chopping hard turns off the front in a tidy echelon. I jumped on then jumped in, trying to stay smooth with 500W being output via the pedals. Up to Mentone and some shenanigans started, turns skipped, then attacks launched. I mistakenly thought I could call/create some calm, but instead I created a launching pad for the remaining riders to go clear and leave me to roll back into Black Rock solo, the main bunch still somewhere behind on the road.

Strava link.

D: 84.4km
A: 219m


Friday, 26 August 2016


Ricktastic Friday:
It seems only fitting that a second try at our Tuesday loop, after failing to go the full distance on Tuesday, would fail to go the full distance. No no, that's unfair, we never set out to do the same loop, it's just that we're not very imaginative at 10am when we arrange a meet time/location, or at 6am when we leave said (same) location.

After a couple of half wheeled hills got some blood flowing, some options opened themselves to us, variations that suited a ride of slightly less... intent. Straight instead of right, right instead of straight, left instead of right, Two Birds instead of Burnside.

Strava link.

D: 44.5km
A: 590m


D: 7.6km
A: 20m

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 25 August 2016


My Czech mate is surprisingly bad at chess.

D: 16.2km
A: 166m

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 24 August 2016


I just read a book about Stockholm syndrome. It was pretty bad at first, but by the end I liked it.

D: 19.8km
A: 84m

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 23 August 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
Lets for a moment imagine that you, like me, are of the subset of cyclists who care a modicum about their clothing/appearance. Many would consider this subset "wankers" or that we have too much time on our hands, I totally agree, but it's not the point right now.

So you are into a bit of #matchymatchy, but not too much, because that would be garish, and your sock collection is on fleek... but now it's winter? If you're in the southern hemisphere you're living it, if you're from up north, get the image in your mind, as it's the crux of what I hope to explore today.

Do leg warmers cover socks, or do socks cover leg warmers?

What would the pros do? It's likely that if you're a wanker, that you follow pro cycling, and think that Ronde van Vlaanderen (as if you'd call it the Anglicised "Tour of Flanders"), is better than Paris-Roubaix. Obviously you know most true Belgian roulers favour knee warmers (or just thigh warmers) over a full leg, and that Boonen rides without gloves... but what about those that do wear legs, what is their sock situation?

Kristiff, he's not a Belgie, he's won a bunch of races... but his helmet is often at an angle. Perhaps not the ideal role model, but goes socks over legs.

Bouhanni is a Frenchy who can't sprint straight and runs his mouth. He's got some wins to his name (but almost as many relagations). In short, he's the sort of bloke you don't want to be associated with. He wears his legs over his socks.

Martin (Tony), De Panzerwagon! Mouth open, dribble running down his chin, single handedly ripping a bunch to shreds or ruining the prospects of the break. Now here's someone we can respect! Socks over legs.

Mostly though, if you're a pro, on race day you rub yourself in some heated oil and get your massive quads out into the early spring air. So ignore the pros, what about if we talk about investment or style?

A set of leg warmers will set you back $30-$60, which is more than the wankiest of socks (usually in the $20-$30 range). So based on cost it could be argued that legs should have prominence. If you take a broader cost view though, you likely have only a couple sets of leg warmers, but over a dozen pairs of socks, so by collection value the socks are king.

For me though, the crux is the style and purpose of the garment. I buy leg warmers to keep my legs warm, they come in black. On the other hand I buy socks based height and design/colour. Socks are part of the show, if you're part of a small team they're often the only bit of kit you wear daily that you can express yourself with.

I shy away from "rules" about clothing, and don't think that even amongst the Velominati (publishers of "the rules") there's too much judgement on which way you dress. Me? I know where I stance on the issue. Socks over legs!

Strava link.

D: 41.4km
A: 466m


D: 9.0km
A: 51m

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 22 August 2016


I don't think it was one thing that lead to my love of intersections, I guess I just came to it in a roundabout way.

D: 17.8km
A: 161m

PMPW: 90kg

Sunday, 21 August 2016


I've got a trip to the London office in a few weeks, and I'm really not sure I want the hassle of lugging a bike with me, but a pair of running shoes is no problemo. Anyway, when faced with a series of rain bands rolling through all day, and a desire not to get on the ergo, I went for a run. Quick, efficient, and calf destroying!

Strava link.

D: 3.0km
P: 4:12/km