Tuesday, 1 December 2015


I had two bikes prepared last night, my roadie for if it was clear, and cross rig in the case it was raining. I checked the radar, I rechecked the radar... I got the cross bike out, then at the last moment swapped shoes and bike, and headed for Northy on the off chance Youngie came and we'd have coffee.

There was no Youngie, in fact there weren't many people at all, and for some reason, in my head this meant I should do cadence drills. Yeah I'm not really sure either, but the rules are old ones. Little ring, no 11 or 12 tooth cog. I made Mordi and decided to keep it going, but at Brighton beach when it hit mid 56km/h, I shifted up.

After the joy of rolling a few turns at 130rpm, I decided I'd have a crack at the sprint from 1km out. I figure such a move is my best chance of winning SKCC's crit, so why not practice. I telegraphed the whole thing with more fanfare than Alex G. Bell's original missive, and dragged Lach and Sam along. Right, so something to work on. Hit harder, or when no one is looking.

Strava link.

D: 55.0km
A: 162m


D: 12.2km
A: 70m

PMPW: 87kg

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