Saturday, 8 September 2012


Hell Ride:
I had to get to the airport earlyish for a pickup, so I resorted to the old faithful Hell Ride to get some fast kms in the legs. I pulled a few turns on the way down to stay forwards and because it seemed like a fun thing to do.

In to the hills, I nervously looked around for Johnny Walker, he'd been lurking in the bunch and I didn't want to be caught by his attacks again. He never came, so I cruised up the side of the pack and set about chasing down the couple of guys who'd managed to gap the bunch. For the next two rollers I let the bunch swell around me before pushing out and heading up the side.

The return leg was a bit like the way down, I rolled a few turns while it was fun, and sat in when it stopped being so. I didn't see too any NRS sprinters in the bunch so liked my chances into the ripping northerly. I just needed to keep calm and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, GOOOOO!

Cresting the top of Rickets Point, Eddie "I still know how to kick like a bull" Wilson went all out. It was way too bloody early, but the wheel I wanted, an Omara rider who'd looked the goods all day, was straight on it. The moment of indecision, while I weighed my desire to wait with judgement of the Omara rider's ability, was enough to open a tiny gap that I never fully closed. I just couldn't match Eddie's hit. That's twice in as many rides the "little" shit has taken me to the cleaners. I'm going to have to convince him to come to the nongs with me so I can enact some revenge.

Strava link.

D: 96.2km
A: 434m

PMPW: 92kg

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