Wednesday, 3 June 2015


Crossing the pipe bridge in Fairfield, I was pretty happy to with the morning's ride and how I'd gone.

My legs felt dead, but they performed just fine, in fact I'd been making sure everyone (bar Bing who's fitter) got a good workout by attacking, then re-attacking when they'd almost make contact again.

Anyway, by the time we got to the pipe bridge I'd hit several sections of dirt, gravel and tarmac hard. I'd talked and I'd laughed, and was mostly just thinking about a post ride coffee or two.

What I wasn't aware of, was the child like joy the little bit of single track that tracks Merri creek near NMIT would bring. I've ridden it before, but never as greasy as today. Even on the front, great gobs of dirt would hit you in the face, having flung skyward off front wheels searching for traction. A sole bike had ridden through before I got to it, and it was easy to tell when things were going to get squirrelly, their track was deeper, there was more claylike soil squished to the side of their tread indent. By the 2nd or third patch of sideways, I was pre and post giggling. I knew that I was about to go somewhere unpredictable, and I knew those behind would have a brief moment of hilarity before they too took a magic mystery tour.

So while turning the screws when I realised Dusty was breathing hard was fun, it was a narrow strip of fairly straight dirt that brought the biggest smiles of the morning.

Strava link.

D: 57.5km
A: 534m

PMPW: 85kg

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