Wednesday, 13 August 2014

13/08/2014

NRR:
What a northy, it was flat out like a reunion. Skinny, Bones, Rosco, and even Troy van Trinininininen were out for a roll. Troy and Skinny were on the front for the leg into Mordi, so to make sure they felt the love we felt about their return, I attacked full noise as soon as we cleared the roundabout, giggling as I whipped past on the right.

The first lights, the ones at Centreway turned to orange as I rolled through, and I knew that the bunch was going to have to stop for the red. I was clear, riding solo into the cold August air. So I reviewed what Cam Wurf had taught me, and set about an effort designed not to get me to st kilda first, but to ensure that anyone chasing, would have to do so above their comfortable uncomfortable zone.

I was caught a few km later as we rounded the corner at Mentone, and took a break before getting back to pulling some turns until we hit Brighton and attacks started flying. Coming past Glen Huntly, the sprint just moments away, someone dropped the wheel, and to make matters worse, I had dropped my head so didn't see it until a gap had already formed. So I dumped my legs into the pedals. 500m later I eased left to let the riders on my wheel fly. A quick glance down said they'd had a sit all the way to 57 klicks, and I'd earned myself a coffee.

That, that was what Northy is all about. Mates, giggles, drilling it, and coffee.

Strava link.

D: 46.0km
A: 170m

Commute:

D: 9.3km
A: 71m

PMPW: 88kg

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