Wednesday, 7 November 2012


6am NRR:
The roll south was long and drawn out, an easy pace and reds at every set of lights let me linger in the lack of organisation that doomed me to the short loop.

Once around the roundabout I did my best to make up for the lack of hills by smacking turns. I probably rolled through too hot on most of them, but the fire in my legs felt good. Someone else assumed responsibility for Ricketts, so I made sure I was on the front for the climb out of Black Rock.

My aim was to ride everyone off my wheel or to at least keep everyone at bay, a feat I achieved to the first of the two crests. Sweat flowing off my in rivulets, snot streaming out of my nose, I grinned as someone riding past muttered about no one knowing how to roll turns any more.

The sprint was a bit lacking in those willing to drill it, so I ended up having to spend my tickets to get everyone over the tiny mound before Glen Huntly Rd. 3rd last leadout duties are far less fun/glamorous than last man duties.

Strava link.

D: 42.9km
A: 147m


D: 17.7km
A: 211m

PMPW: 93kg

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