Saturday, 12 December 2015

12/12/2015

Hell Ride:
Fair play summer, you lulled me into a false sense of warmth, then hit me with sub 10°C temperatures when I'd put away my gloves for the year. Not once before leaving home did I consider arm warmers might be desirable, let alone necessary. Fair play, you got me!

Some time on the way down to Frankston, I rolled up next to Mitch Docker, nodded, smiled and asked what he was up to. I meant in general terms, but his answer was specific to today. He was getting some speed work before the super crit (it's tomorrow). I laughed and rolled a few turns, not because I too wanted some 'speed work', but more that it was better than ending up blown into the gutter and left to grovel.

I had some fun on the hills, but the highlight for me was being back home with a couple of coffees in my belly by 10am. Riding with pros, attacking mates, and general high speed tom foolery is great, but getting to put your feet up and watch endless fishing shows with 100km already in the bank is, to quote an ad, priceless.

Strava link.

D: 100.8km
A: 408m

PMPW: 86kg

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