Saturday, 2 January 2016


Hell ride:
I saw very little of the front today, it seems Santa brought everyone strong legs and a feisty spirit for christmas, as the pace, despite being a headwind both ways, was capital ON.

The time I did spend off the front was obviously beyond Frankston, because that's where my honey hole of power lines up nicely.

This isn't so much about me though, but I've got to start with a little ego patting to set the scene. A few boys went early on Olivers, so I chased them down, and put them in their place. It's my hill, and no one skips clear without me. Anyway I crest the top and find myself in the company of a big American. Seriously, the dude had the quads of DK, and a body that matched proportions. Before we even got to Humphries, Alistair Donohue and another young bloke made contact, and the 4 of us pulled track turns.

I expected to stay away, what I didn't expect was someone being able to ride away up to Canadian Bay Rd while I was glue'd to their wheel. Al Donohue did that. So, if there's a bookie hanging out next weekend at Buninyong, and they're offering odds on the u23 race... whack a $5 on the kid with the wonky arm, he's flying.

Strava link.

D: 112.9km
A: 393m

PMPW: 87kg

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