Saturday, 25 July 2015

25/07/2015

Hell Ride:
There was a wind today, and it had enough Westerly about it to make life a bit more dramatic than normal.

It's not uncommon to hit Olivers Hill and worry that you're so far to the (right hand) side that you wont get up the service road. Today, things were so jammed in the gutter, I feared I might not get up Hopes Rise, but would instead end up in someone's garden.

It was on Hopes Rise that the chaos started for the bunch. I figured I'd just hang out with a few others, but by the top I realised a couple of guys had ridden clear of us, and we'd managed to gap everyone else. I'm sure the next couple of hills took their toll, but by the time I set out solo on the rise to Canadian Bay, I'd stopped looking back, and was instead trying to stay mindful of going forward.

I was caught by a rampaging Tommy Nankervis, and by trying to match his kick up the final lump in the road, I blew myself apart, and went from 2nd, to 7th with a little bit of a gap to make up. Instead, the 6 riders caught a green arrow and I, for the first time in many many years, went back down the highway with the hope of catching the bunch.

It goes without saying, but in keeping with my writing style I'm going to say it anyway, I have mixed feelings about that.

Strava link.

D: 12.6km
A: 253m

PMPW: 85kg

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