Wednesday, 16 December 2015


Wooo baby that was fun, and if not for someone doing something along the boulevard that affects cyclists (and for the first time me), it could have been even more fun. That's about as much air time as I'm giving the person and the issue though, because the first rule of the internet is, don't feed the troll.

Being the xmas edition of the Belgie, we rolled out 10 minutes early, I had still managed to squeez in a coffee though, so was confident I was going to inflict some damage. When we rolled out, that confidence took a beating as roadies set hard tempo up the boulevard. "Screw it", I thought and hit the cobbled laneway hard, looking back at the end to the satisfying sight of a shattered bunch.

That action and counter action kind of describes the ride as a whole. There were mostly road bikes in the bunch, and they were making good use of the paved sections to try and soften up the knobby tyres. The cross riders were countering on the loose surfaces to try and take the edge off the roadies legs. It was hard, it was challenging, it was the sort of thing that though everyone is hitting with all they've got, they're doing it with a grin that threatens to split their face in two.

I suppose this is the bit where I admit I attacked one too many times, or to acknowledge the ferocity of a counter attack put on the the slick tyred crew. On the bike path run into the guide dogs I missed the wheel, and despite chasing at 47km/h, never caught back to it (until the stairs when we all had a laugh). Chapeau roadies, chapeau.

Strava link.

D: 57.0km
A: 570m


D: 12.5km
A: 55m

PMPW: 86kg

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Yeah sounds like a ride I should have opted for as opposed to the "race" that night.

While I'm here, let me add that I'm finding that your writing is maturing as time goes by. It's far more descriptive and elegant allowing the reader to picture the ride and feel as though they are there with you.

Well done my friend, well done.