Sunday, 8 September 2013


St Kilda East - Kinglake - Kinglake - Kinglake - St Kilda East
This was a combination of the utmost civility and pure pigheaded brutishness. An 8am coffee rendezvous on one side of the equation, and big ring repeats of Kinglake on the other.

Joel 'Smax' Strachan lead DK and I out through Plenty and Yarambat, and introduced me to a killer of a rollercoaster called Heard Rd. Oh it's an evil little minx, the 2nd to last hill just cranks up and up and up, leaving you standing and barely able to pushing your smallest gear for the last 20 or 30 metres at 20+ percent.


Heading into the bottom of Kinglake I laughed as I realised all 3 of us had it in the big ring and were obviously intending to push strength efforts up the climb, yet none of us had discussed it. So that's how it was, three big boys, three big rings, bugger all cadence, and a long climb. DK sat on the front for most of the first trip, and up until the saddle I was comfortable... possibly too comfortable as I decided to ride around him and set the tempo myself... and then unceremoniously die in the arse.

The next time up was big ringed again, and the final time we span the little ring. Heh, I say span because my legs were telling me it was a decent cadence. In reality the cadence was around 70-75rpm. Far from the most efficient for climbing, but as best as my body could muster at the time.


After a feed at Smiths Gully, we turned for home, opting for the least hills and easiest gradients for our sore and hollow legs. I was pretty happy, even though I got dropped on two of the three ascents, I'd just pushed out a long ride at a solid pace. That wasn't possible a few weeks back.

Strava link.

D: 164.3km
A: 3,408m

PMPW: 98kg

1 comment:

Lee Turner said...