Friday, 30 April 2010


Not much of note today, just a roll to/from work with a bit of a detour to collect some stuff. I could have done without getting wet in the morning, but I was far from drenched.

The legs have pulled up ok, no DOMS, but not a heap of snap either. My grip strength is still pretty shit, but a lot better than I expected.

D: 38.7km
A: 220m

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 91kg

Thursday, 29 April 2010


D: 47.1km
A: 415m

2 x 20 Deck squats
3 x 15 @ 40kg KB Two arm swings
3 x 5ES @ 40kg KB One arm swings
3 x 10ES @ 80kg Step ups
2 x 5ES @ 80kg KB One legged dead lifts
1 x 10ES @ 80kg KB One legged dead lifts
3 x 10ES @ 24kg OSBB Snatches

Used the full size box (20") this week for step ups, grip is still the biggest issue, but that doesn't mean the reps came easy or pretty. Jeff uttered his first (within my earshot) "I can't". Granted it was 80kg (1.3 times his bodyweight) on the 20" box (which puts his leg below parallel), but it's good to see he's human.

I think my legs are going to recover ok from this lot, though I imagine I'm going to be ravenously hungry for a few days. What I don't think will recover well is my grip strength, my forearms are fucking smashed. I could barely change gears on my roadie on the way home. :(

PMPW 90kg

Wednesday, 28 April 2010


I was really spaced out tonight, I never once felt good connection with the bike or trails and there wasn't able to dig into any kind of power. Though all blame can't be pointed at an early stack, I don't think it helped me at all.

I tried pointing my light up and down, I tried relaxing and getting angry, I tried going slow and also sprinting. Nothing seemed to have an effect, all I wanted was some pizza and a beer.

D: 34.1km
A: 300m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 27 April 2010


Last Tuesday I suggested that the nice weather couldn't last, well in what will come as no surprise to many, I was right. It's getting cold and shitty, perhaps not as bad as it will be come July, but still a ways from last weeks bibs and jersey.

I read a good piece over at Again Faster about how failure can be the catalyst for unbridled motivation. It struck a chord with me, especially after the disappointing last lap effort displayed at Sundays 3 hour.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 26 April 2010


Tour de Burbs:
I had no specific plans for today, forethought into my weekends riding was confined to racing down at Inverloch. Still I felt it would be silly to waste a holiday Monday with nice weather foretasted by not riding, so I set myself to do whatever the Spoke(n)/Nacional guys were up to.

After a coffee and a chat the plan was formed to ride a lazy loop of the Tour De Burbs route, followed by more coffee and some more food. SIGN ME UP!


D: 61.9km
A: 580m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 25 April 2010


Boolarra 3 hour:
ANZAC day trading times and success yesterday on a similar diet conspired to take Justin and I to the bakery for breakfast. 1 sausage roll and a pasty equalled a win yesterday so surely 2 sausage rolls and a pasty would see an easy win today....?

Started in 2nd, but went backwards on the first lap mudfest. I just couldn't get my head into it, and was sliding all over the place, my back wheel trying to overtake my front, and not in a way that inspired giggling. I had 4 or 5 stacks on that first lap, and about the the same number of people come past. I wasn't feeling great about the race, going backwards never gives me a great mental state, lacking the skills to do anything about it just exacerbates that.

As the race continued, the rain continued to stay away, meaning the track got dryer and my knowledge of lines increased. The timing guys let me know that my laps were getting faster, I was starting to feel the flow on the singletrack. I hadn't been keeping a good eye on the clock but my rough calculations said I'd be up for 7 laps.


Ever so slowly I started to pick up some places, by mid race we were well into lapped traffic, but it's fairly easy to tell a lapped rider from a rabbit simply by their speed and skill. One rabbit must have recognised me from yesterday and let me know that Justin wasn't far ahead. Rad! Time to chase in earnest.


By lap 4 and 5 I was hammering along, cleaning all bar 1 rooty climb and bombing all the descents including the clay filled one. My chain was starting to sound ugly, but surely the guys on geared bikes were suffering bigger issues that me.

I caught Justin towards the end of the 5th lap, he suggested that the next would be the last. That comment basically gave me an excuse not to push for a 7th. I never bothered to check the time, and just gave in to the feeling that my legs were cooked.

I finished my 6th lap 1 minute(ish) after the cut off, in hindsight this is disappointing. I probably wouldn't have caught 3rd on that extra lap, but not giving the podium a push is less disappointing than not giving myself a push.

Final result: 4th.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: nfi

Saturday, 24 April 2010


Leongatha Handicap:
The roll from Inverloch to the startline had me a little worried, firstly we were getting closer to all the hills behind the coastal flats, secondly there was a ripping cross wind that I knew would play a role in the race.

I really wasn't sure what to say when I registered, it was a small club race, but it was also a handicap. I took a rough guess at rider abilities based off Justin's handicap and my ability compared to his and asked for scratch. The old dudes also off scratch didn't look overly impressive, but you should never judge a book by it's calves.


An eternity passed with a bunch being released every few minutes, surely there was no way we could catch that many rabbits with that much of a head start! The first turn took us out towards the hills and onto the ~35km loop that'd make up the majority of the day's racing (out a 3-4km road, round the loop, back down the road).

The first hill came up quickly and I pushed what I thought was a good tempo, one guy came around about half way up and it was an outright struggle to hang onto his wheel. Over the top a quick check showed that we'd just shattered our own bunch, only 3 riders remained, while a 4th managed to get back on down the descent.

Into the main climb of the day, there was a large bunch ahead who semed to be within reach of a strong effort, I felt good so set about making it happen. I misjudged slightly and didn't quite have enough to drive past and ensure they couldn't latch on, meaning we now had a bunch of 15 odd people. Round the back of the course the bunch rolled turns, a group of 2-3 going round constantly, with a further 3-4 rolling coming through less frequently. Occasionally we'd pass one or two riders, but seemingly not enough to account for everyone who'd started the race.

I was anxious about not going fast enough to catch riders up the road, so while we waited for some oncoming cars at the final turn back to the in/out road, we asked the corner marshal.

"You're the first bunch"

Wait.... what does that mean? Are there solo riders up the road? With only a few km to go I figured we weren't going to catch anyone else. I hadn't seen anyone on the previous straight roads, which meant they would have had a big gap.

As we rolled down the in/out road I could feel the bunch start to get edgy. Turns stopped happening and a few km to go a rider shot off the front. a few people pushed the pace up enough to limit the gap, but I knew we only had 1 short sharp pinch, a hundred or so meters of flat, then a downhill sprint. I rolled over just before the pinch and smacked it out of the saddle, eating up the solo rider with surprising ease. As we crested onto the flat a couple of guys rolled off my wheel and onto the front, I took it as a good chance to bring my heart rate down a couple of beats before the sprint. Mere moments later we approached what I hoped would be the last corner (I really should reccy finishes), a rider hit it up the right side of the road, I went to across and tried to latch onto his wheel. I got on and realised that the line was now only 100m away it was now or never, so I went again off his wheel and put everything into my legs. Arms flopping wildly I got a wheel in front, then a bike then the line whizzed by, I glanced around and I was clear!!

Final result was fastest time and 1st overall. There was no prizes, but for $5 entry I was just happy to get some good strong efforts in.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 23 April 2010


I think I need to work on my skills a bit more, here I was thinking monos were pretty cool and along comes some 4 year old and shows me up.

In other news I seem to have avoided suffering through DOMS this week, which means I get to smash myself down the coast with Justin @ Inverloch.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 22 April 2010


Yarra Trails:
Got up early to play around on the Yarra Trails with Steve and some cameras. It would be a lie to say we covered any serious amounts of ground, it was more about finding some pretty locations than riding hard.


The different mindset we adopt when we're looking not just for the fastest line is refreshing. It reminded us that not only do we have great riding trails, but they're also quite beautiful.


2 x 20 Deck squats
1 x 6min @ 24kg Clean and jerk long cycle (swap sides every 5 reps)
3 x 10ES @ 80kg Step ups*
3 x 30 @ 52kg Jumping squats
1 x 5ES @ 35kg @ 16kg Aquabag OH forward/Back lunges
1 x 5ES @ 35kg @ 35kg Sloshball forward/Back lunges
1 x 5ES @ 35kg @ 25kg Sloshball forward/Back lunges
3 x 50 rope shenanigans

It might be some residual endorphins but I feel pretty good about this week. Weights went up which lead to some tough work, but I got it done and thus feel good about it.

* we used the slightly lower box this week (15" vs 20"?)

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 21 April 2010


Not much of a turn up tonight, just Gav, Rich Read, Daniel, Walter and I. Rich bailed early to "see his family for the first time this week", I think he was just scared of my awesome looking legs. In fact, the trails were pretty darn quiet, other than Steve & Co, we saw Rohin, Belly and AJ around Ivanhoe, probably out for a post marathon champs spin and 2 others out near Westerfolds. It's both great to have the trails to ourselves, and kind of sad that people aren't using such a great resource more.

It was interesting to see that the storms that swept through Melbourne last night missed all the trails, meaning it was dry and dusty the whole way out to Westerfolds. Holes that were bogs 2 weeks ago were once again solid and fit for use as berms. BRAAAAAAAP!

I didn't have huge impetus to push hard, so tried to just set a nice tempo through the trails. Everything changed when Gav suggested that I was "riding fast for a Single Speeder". That simple comment gave me the rage I needed to smack it out to Bonds road, a SS is not an excuse and doesn't require pity. From Bonds Rd we decided to change things up and turned left up the 3 hills, the promise of the driveway descent was enough to make the painful climbing on the SS seem worthwhile (no that's not an excuse or a request for pity). Sadly the descent had cars parked across it meaning we had to scrub off precious momentum and lose most of the fun.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 20 April 2010


Surely this weather can't last, riding in just bibs and a jersey is glorious, but as winter marches closer, it's ultimately unsustainable.

I saw this on Ross Training (the dude is great for inspirational shit), and despite being an ad for Nike, it hit a lot of points.

In fact I was reminded of a grid iron coach's speech Steve once sent me. I challenge you to watch this and not feel to destroy anything that stands in your path.

D: nfi
A: nfi

My quads, specifically my VMOs were a mess, not surprising given how sore they've been this last week. My calves, like always, were not a happy place. Overall though, I was pleasantly surprised at the state of play. Perhaps the time off the bike was good for me.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 19 April 2010


This morning saw the first signs of progress towards recovery. I was able to walk down the stairs of my place without clutching the railing. To be fair, it should be noted I did so with clenched teeth and a hand hovering over the rail in case things turned pear shaped.

The ride itself was a lazy spin to-from work on the fixie. I'm excited that tomorrow I pick up some new road bars for it, hopefully transforming it into a bike to squeze out a few kms on when the weather turns shitty.

D: nfi
A: nfi

After calling Steve out last week for scouting road rides when he doesn't have a road bike, he's gone and proved that he still has a love for dirt. Now while I don't claim to know good photography, I would like to think I know good dirt, and this looks like good dirt. I have demanded that we visit it soon.

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 18 April 2010


Melbourne - St Andrews - Melbourne:
The plan for today was to roll out to Kinglake with Jim, but sadly he had to pull out late last night. Gav and Jeff agreed to come along, and just like that my Sunday ride was back on again.

Out the door in the early morning darkness, it took a good minute to get down my stairs, legs still protesting from Thursday, I wondered just how well I'd fare in the hills with Jeff. The last time we rode together was many years ago, a ride that saw me completely melt down and John Claxton push me up the Yarra Glen climb.


It was decided that Kinglake was boring, so we'd ride some route Jeff preferred. At this point alarm bells were ringing loudly, sadly I was too busy considering the brownie Gav had given me to hear them (the brownie ended up being as delicious as I hoped).

We zigged and zagged our way through Rosanna, around Eltham, towards Yarra Glen, back towards Kangaroo Ground, over to St Andrews, down and back up through Patton Hills, then back over to Kangaroo Ground, Eltham and finally through the back of Rosanna to Gav's.


I finally got to meet Pigeon Bank Rd, thankfully we did it the easy way, and I really do mean that. I'm thankful as all get out, because that bastard is STEEP!!1!!one!1

Towards the end of the ride, as we headed up Church Rd Jeff admitted to tiring slightly. That simple statement was like a red rag to a bull, from then on I ensured I put pressure on or outright attacked every hill. A couple of times on Flat Rock Rd (a new route well worth revisiting), I was worried I'd over estimated my abilities, thankfully the damage had already been done, and I could coast over the top ahead of Jeff and Gav.

I know attacking and trying to hurt Jeff isn't the wisest thing I've ever done, but it certainly felt like it was worth it. I realise now in writing this, that on Thursday I may come to look back on attacking as a "past me" moment.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 17 April 2010


Hell ride: (kinda)
Oh man, I couldn't even walk this morning, trying to get me, my bike, and the remains of my breakfast down the slippery stairs in road cleats was almost the end of me.

With no ability to get out of the saddle and crank I did my best to sit towards the front of the bunch, but was resigned to getting swamped and thus being pushed back.

Sadly the inevitable happened, a set of light split the bunch around Bonbeach, I really didn't want to chase but we had a decent size bunch so just presumed we'd get back on, so I got about the job of doing my bit. I was a bit pissy that only a few of us were pulling turns, then someone mentioned that the four of us had pulled away and the pain kind of made sense.

Working hard through Seaford we were gaining ground on the bunch, another set of lights decided to seal the deal, ensuring we'd never get back on. As we rolled into Frankston we resigned ourselves to turning early and catching the bunch as it came back through. For me the ride was more about coffee with mates afterwards than any particular effort or duration. Still I felt pretty dirty having not done the full Mt Eliza loop.

Sadly this view of Hopes Rise was not because were were off the front.


D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 16 April 2010


So ends my time off the bike, it's been a nice 2 weeks with out anything too stressful. Yes I've done fatties and other rides, yes I raced, but they were all kinda just for fun. Starting next week I'm going to get some more kms in, no goals exist just yet, but I'm craving some more endorphins.

Steve (still without a road bike) has been scouting pretty places to ride, one of which is out the back of Ballarat somewhere. Despite being sceptical about when we'll do it, his images make it something I very much wish to do.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 91kg


2 x 20 Deck squats
1 x 5min @ 24kg Clean and jerk long cycle (swap sides every 5 reps)
2 x 10ES @ 56kg Step ups
1 x 10ES @ 64kg Step ups
3 x 50 @ 43kg Jumping squats
3 x 5ES @ 35kg Forward/Back sloshball lunges
3 x 30 @ 43kg Sloshball cleans

I went into this session confident that I'd be able to perform, most likely with a bit of sweating, but really fearful about how I'd pull up the next few days. Well, so far I was spot on about the session, we'll have to see how I pull up.

I got a little cocky at the start of the session, pushing through the clean and jerks and step ups. Things started to hurt at the jumping squats, despite instructions to make them marginally deeper than jump squats I was going quite low and payed for it.

During the sloshball cleans I hit the wall. I became light headed, my vision blurred, I got dizzy, my hands were shaking and I was nauseous. Jeff was pretty caring, he smashed through his sets leaving me bugger all time to feel sorry for myself.

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 14 April 2010


So last week was wet and shitty and the fatties ride attracted 7-8 riders, this week with perfect weather, we only had 5. It was basically everyone from Thursday Jeff's Shed plus Belly for one of the laziest rides in towards town that's ever happened. Nice to see everyone was on hardtails, with 3 of the 5 on singlespeeds, shit Gav was even rocking the rigid.

Talking of Gav, I somehow convinced him to sell me his old road hubs, to be used in a heavy (and indestructible) road training wheels build. He wanted $50 for both, but I managed to talk him down to $100 for the pair. What a sucker!

The end of the ride finished not in a sprint, but rather in puzzled looks as to why the cops had the dog squad out, and what could have been under that blue tarp. The newspapers don't have anything to say about the matter, so we can only assume it was Parks trying to sniff out more trails to stake trees down on.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 13 April 2010


So I'm doing this "having a break" thing, you know, to help clear my mind and discover new passion for cycling. Well it doesn't seem to be working, all I want to do is less of the stuff I'm already not doing much of and more of the stuff I am doing, which is nothing.

Maybe it's just a case of trying to be the best sit on the couch eating directly from the tub of icecream person out there. So I'm pleased to announce that this off period has helped me discover a new passion for Sara Lee Ultra Chocolate icecream*.

So as doing nothing seemed to have failed I might go for the opposite. I'm going to go ride my road bike around some pretty places, I might even ride with people faster than me. I'm thinking that the shame of being smashed will haunt me for months and drive me to train through Melbourne's shitty winter.


PMPW: 91kg

*Sara Lee never offered to help sponsor my addiction to their very very lovely products. If however they do wish to contact me and offer me some support, I would be willing to consider it.

Monday, 12 April 2010


Ok, my feelings of guilt have been partially assuaged. I watched the video of the final and it doesn't look like Ed suddenly sat up mid corner, still I know how it felt to me, and if talking with him makes him more confident and me feel better, then it's probably a good thing.

After some complex data analysis (I asked excel to graph it), I have found a relationship between Man Crushes and Weight. When man crushes increase, you can see that after a short delay my Post Morning Poo Weight also increases.

It's also possible that the gravitational force increase, generated by my increased mass, warps the fabric of space sending ripples back in time and increasing the number of dudes whom I admire...... the mind boggles.

PMPW: 92kg

Sunday, 11 April 2010


Note to self. 12 is not a suitable time to turn up to the SSS, flying 200's start at 12, which means if you get there at 12:04, you will get no warm up and have to rush to get to the infield.

It was windy as all get out, at times you could lean into wind and have it support you, surely this would effect speed, so while I got ready I asked Ian if he'd swap my gear out for a smaller one (96" down to a 90"). It turned out to be a poor choice, I was spun out by the last corner and ended up point two down on my 200 time from the last round. The big gear went back on.

If I could nominate an emotion to sum up the day, it was CBF. There was one exception to the CBFs, racing Ed Osborne. He beat me in the final of last round and I wanted revenge. To clarify, I not only wanted to beat him, I wanted to do it with the strategy I attempted last race. Lead the whole way, kick through the final corner and hold on until the line.

Despite not noticing the wind as we raced, I knew it would effect Ed more than it would me. His small body wouldn't be as suited to driving into the resistance, so as I wound up the speed I moved around the track, ensuring he was getting exposed. The plan worked as I rode clear through the last turn and despite it being my only win for the day, it secured me a spot in the 3/4 final..... against Ed.

In the infield waiting for our race the clouds turned dark, the sound of thunder cracked across the land and icy drops pierced through skin suits. The gods had decided to add drama to the occasion, it wasn't needed, I was already nervous. A quick 1 lap test to ensure everything was sound, then straight into the 3 lap race.

Knowing Ed packed a fierce second kick I backed off just before the corner, forcing him wide and giving me a chance to kick again. He came round hard and was half a bike in front by mid corner, but I was getting on top of my gear and closing fast. I hope I can explain the next few moments effectively. I was positioned on Ed's hip in the lane but coming up fast. He was either close to, or coming down close to the edge of the lane and my brain told me he thought he was clear, and was trying to take the lane. So I simply said "up". I wanted him to know that I was there and to keep out of the lane. It seemed to completely break his concentration, as he stopped sprinting half a second later. So I won, cemented a second revenge win, and got myself on the podium, but it felt hollow.

I can't pretend to know what Ed thinks/feels, but I'd suggest as a young bloke without a huge amount of racing, he is vulnerable to outside influence. I am really quite sad about the finals, sure I want to win, but I want it to be a fair fight. One word shouldn't be enough to influence a race, but it feels like it did, and that's not right.

I think I'll talk with Ed next time I see him (he races road so likely sometime soon), and see if I can help him believe in his strengths and abilities, so that in the future he can race with confidence.

Some locals messing about on a tandem after we were done.

F200: 13.330
Rounds: 1 win, 2 losses
3/4 Final: won

Sausages eaten: 7

PMPW: 90kg

Saturday, 10 April 2010


Spoke(n) Ride:
Due to the Baw Baw Classic and Northern Combine's first road race, numbers were down for the Spoke(n) ride, in fact we had more for the fatties ride mid week.

Despite a pre-ride coffee no one seemed overly eager to ride tempo, so we found a bunch going roughly the right speed and slotted ourselves on the back for a free tow down to Mordi.

Standing at Mordi, waiting for Ryan to re-arrange his attire someone quipped "so are we just going to wait for another bunch to sit on", I wasn't really sure the answer. I didn't want to work, but sitting on a bunch for 40-50km seemed like a waste. The situation resolved itself pretty quickly when a sole (random) rider passed us. My brain started with "oh cool, someone to pace off" to "oh fuckit, chase him down and sit on his wheel" and finally to "screw this, time to hurt that bastard!"

The solo rider an I spent the next 20km swapping long turns on the front, sharing the work pretty evenly on both the hills and the flats, right back into the teeth of the savage northerly.

I don't know who the solo dude was, but I'm grateful for him turning up and giving me a reason to push. From the few short words we spoke and his parting grin, I think the feeling was mutual.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 9 April 2010


Rest days are important, I often realise home truths when the brain finally gets a share of the blood my legs usually capitalise.

Today I realised that I've been typing out "Chickens Eaten" for neigh on 9 months. "NO MORE" I say, from now on, it shall be abbreviated to "CE". It is my firm hope that this energy savings alone will make me 10% faster.

Hopefully tomorrow I don't realise how much energy I wasted typing out this explanation.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 8 April 2010


This whole rest thing is kind of nice.

I need to give my bum a break from the saddle, and Jeff is pre-occupied with his next next of kin.

It takes times like these to remind myself that there actually are a heap of hours in the day.

I'm probably going to get raped (not in a good way) when I go back to the shed and lift some heavy things.

PMPW: 91kg

Wednesday, 7 April 2010


I really thought it'd be a quiet night tonight. It was the first ride that would need lights start to finish, and when combined with the fact it'd been raining for a couple of days... despite thinking well that most people would stay at home, I was happy to be joined by the 7 or so guys that turned up.

The trails were a mix of moist loam and giant puddles. The fastest technique for the puddles was to suck it up and go straight through, but if you were on the front you had to just hope they weren't axle deep.

Stating that my aim was to get wet right at the start of the ride allowed me to spend most of the ride laughing at the conditions, myself and the dudes around me.

Mario had me laughing a lot early on, as he tentatively piloted his gorgeous race bike around puddles. The dry line usually required some hideously ugly lines and were sometimes so difficult that you got wet and muddy anyway.

As for me, well there's going to have to be a period of adaptation to get used to both wet trails and night riding. I overcooked a heap of corners and just tootled through many more.

I've tried to express to those that have been turning up to fatties on a regular basis that I really appreciate it. I know they're getting fun, fitness and fskills (I had to keep that alliteration going) but I cant help but take their participation personally (in a good way).

So thanks to Gav, Cam, Alex, Justin and Mario for turning up week in week out. With out you crazy kids I'd only have myself to laugh at, and while I'm fully prepared to do that, it's kinda creepy for all the gay guys who hang out near the trails.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 6 April 2010


A day off, to rest, recuperate and drink some beer in the rain.

I look forward to that fresh (wet) earth smell from the trails tomorrow night.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 5 April 2010


The CBF's were almost overwhelming, half way into the drive out to Kinglake I realised I'd forgotten gloves, my arse was telling me about all the riding I've been doing, a few minutes into the ride I kneed my shifters with my injured leg causing the claret to flow. In short, everything was pointing towards me cracking the sads and doing so sooner rather than later.

CBFs tend to go hand in hand with poor flow, but I still had some fun, even if it was off the back of the group.






D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Sunday, 4 April 2010


Melbourne - Mt Eliza - Melbourne:
Meet at Wall 280 for a coffee and a longish ride down beach road with the Nacional boys. That's all I knew about the days plans as I rolled out the door, but really, what more does one need to know?

We had a group of 10ish down to Frankston, where a couple turned and the rest of us turned into hills up behind Frankston, rather than Hopes Rise. Brett Kellett said "big ring" and so the next 3 hills were all done in the dog. I don't know why and it seemed that no one else was doing it, but who am I to argue?

The return trip saw us pick up a few riders we knew in Frankston, but with the new additions the pace went down. Great for a chat, but kind of boring when there were more coffees to be drunk 50km away. As we rolled through Mordi, Nick Bensley suggested that we (he and I) put the pace up a bit with a turn on the front. Putting the pace up a bit turned into a quasi race that left me shagged at the top of Rickets Point.


Less than a kilometre later Will rolled past and suggested we string it out. I jumped on his wheel and spent the next few minutes engrossed with the pattern on my stem and the pain in my legs. As my brain functions slowly returned I realised that we'd gone clear of the bunch. Obviously, it was then a case of head down, bum up for 14km, sitting on the tip of the saddle, swapping hard turns, until eventually we sprinted for BP with no chasers in sight (I won).

The pressure of having a bunch of guys chasing us down kept us pushing hard, the irony is that there was no pressure, as there was no chase. Everyone must have sat up and just rolled through nice and easy. I spent the afternoon feeling shattered, where as the others on the ride described it as a nice roll with friends.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Saturday, 3 April 2010


Spoke(n) Ride:
I organised to do the Hell Ride with Ian, but because I'm a complete moron, I stuffed up setting my alarm. Sadly I can't even blame daylight savings, it was just good old fashioned stupidity. Reports are that there was a decent accident with one of the Total Rush guys being knocked out and requiring an ambo ride, so perhaps it was good fortune that I slept in.

To salvage some of the morning I hooked up with the Spoke(n) ride for a nice easy roll down to Mordi and some good tempo on the way home.

Everyone just seemed to be up for an easy day and some quality cafe time.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Friday, 2 April 2010


Melbourne - Frankston - Melbourne:
When we organised this ride it sounded like a great idea to meet at the NRR and get a lift to Mordi, before heading on to Frankston. In reality getting up at 5am on a public holiday was not what I desired.

Still, I met up with Ian at 6:00am, and we rolled down the highway in the dark. A bit of a headwind made the going slow. A puncture to my back tyre meant we had to leave the small group who we'd been riding with, so it was 2-up the whole way around and back to home for coffee and some food.

It was nice to watch the sun rise over the east, but I would have preferred an extra few hours sleep before doing the same journey.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Thursday, 1 April 2010


I thought about an April fools joke, maybe saying that I was giving up this whole blogging shenanigans.... then I realised that no one would be fooled. We all know I like the sound of my own voice too much to do such a thing.

No Jeff's tonight, Carolyn is due any moment. I had the option of TdB or the Fitzroy ride, but decided against them, just wasn't in the mood.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg