Sunday, 13 September 2015


CX Shenanigans:
After yesterday where I showed him some bits of tarmac he hadn't seen, Pikey returned the favour today by showing me some new bits of single track, and a bunch of bluestones that had us simultaneously giggling and concerned about how much our arms were wobbling about.

Neither of us felt terribly sprightly today, the repeated kicks of yesterday's route had taken the punch out of our bodies, and left us craving some quieter moments. Those moments came (for me) in a couple of different ways.

First up were a few sections of twisting trail where the mind and the body and the bike disappear, and there is just this turn, then the next one, until you popped out the other side to the smell of bat poo.

The second was the strip of dodgy tail along Daerebin creek, a long straight stretch of green that made let the mind drift off and forget that just over the embankment several million people's lives were carrying on. There was just bike, bloke and buffalo (it might have been rye or cooch, but neither of those make for a good alliteration).

Strava link.

D: 43.3km
A: 384m

PMPW: 86kg

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