Saturday, 31 December 2016


St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
Yearly 15,000km goal, done.
Festive 500 800, done.
Neil, done

A nap, a few beers, maybe a day off, then it's back to sensible things... like trying to win HCC crits while weighing 89kg.

Strava link.

D: 58.7km
A: 220m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 30 December 2016


St Kilda East - Blairgowrie - St Kilda East:
Wilko was rolling to Sorrento, and that sounded like a long way. I was pretty sure I needed a long ride to get myself to my 15,000km goal, but I wasn't 100% sure as fatigue is not doing great things to my brain (legs aren't amazing either). Anyway, so long was good, so I went long.

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As we rolled two up, picking up and dropping of mates along the way, I tried my best to calculate return times, knowing I needed to be back for a lunch date. At Blairgowrie I reached my "oh shit, I have to bail" moment, and bailed for a solo trip home. I hoped for a few riders to work with along the way, but in the end it was just me, riding tempo for 85km, grateful for the tailwind and yet another Maxibon.

I made it for lunch, and now there's only ~50km left to roll tomorrow.

Strava link.

D: 175.3km
A: 788m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 29 December 2016


St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
The forecast was for a downpour in the morning so I didn't bother to set an alarm, but once again it didn't precipitate, and once again that lead me to riding during a hotter time of day than normal.

The northerly was bearable on the way south, pushing me along solo until Jeremy Cameron caught me around Beaumaris, then it pushed the pair of us two up to Frankston. Jem went on to Two Bays, I turned around and started the slow, grinding slog back into the teeth of the furnace like wind. I worked turns with a guy from Telstra until a bunch of trithletes rolled through, punching a lower, smaller, but most importantly faster hole in the air. I jumped on them, pulling through once or twice when they began to tire, but mostly kept out of their way. Drop bars and road brakes don't mix with extensions and TT brakes.

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D: 104.6km
A: 266m

PMPW: 89kg

Wednesday, 28 December 2016


Recovery Roll:
I had plans to ride long this morning, out the back of St Andrews to investigate the resealed Buttermans Track, but when I woke at 5:30 the radar looked iffy and I sent the sms equivalent of a white flag and went back to bed.

In hindsight the rain didn't eventuate, but heat and humidity did. So by the time I realised I was running out of chanced to get on the bike, it was disgustingly hot outside.

So I rolled easy, following water courses where I could, with only a minor side track to take advantage of a ripping tailwind to reclaim a KOM.

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D: 45.2km
A: 347m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 27 December 2016


NRR - Mt Pleasant - St Kilda East:
I chopped off most of the morning with ex pro Tom Leaper and currenr pro and Brenton Jones. Mostly I felt guilty about sitting around while a couple of mates pulled the small bunch, but I also knew it'd sound good.

Anyway, once we got ourselves back to St Kilda I rolled up Chapel St and out to Mt Pleasant for a pedestrian round trip through and back to Eltham. I was feeling physically and mentally cooked, so much so that I stopped for an emergency maxibon then later on again for a double coffee. Neither made me superhuman, but I got home alive, so I'm chalking that up as a win.

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D: 125.3km
A: 1,165m

PMPW: 89kg

Monday, 26 December 2016


St Kilda East - Two Bays - St Kilda East:
Santa was good to me yesterday, there was jerseys, socks and more Reeses than you could poke a 7 year old child at. Those gifts paled today though, as the most magical gift of all was given to Rick, Fewy and I.

Tailwind both ways!

We cruised south riding two up, chatting amicably while the northerly converted 200W into a delightful 36km/h pace. We hit Frankston and rolled out a modified Wednesday morning loop, noting that going the up Banool Cr was much more difficult than descending it. It was as we chatted at the Two Bays shops, saying goodbye to Berg who was heading on down the peninsula, that we realised the temperature was dropping, a sure sign that a southerly was now in effect. Sure enough, 200W delivered us 35km/h on the way home, though this time our conversation was slightly stilted, none of us wanting to jinx the most magical of wind conditions.

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D: 117.9km
A: 595m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 25 December 2016


St Kilda East - Albert Park Lake x 17 - St Kilda East:
I wanted to get the most kms done in a smallish time window. Beach Rd is good, but Albert Park Lake is better because there is only one light, and it's seldom red.

So I rolled myself the 2km down, and rode around for 90ish kays, watching the still almost misty morning turn into an oven. Seeing runners set up an event marquee, run, then pack up to go home to their families. I met a man who put my 90km day and 15,000km year to shame with a 300km day and 55,000km year... and yes, he did the 300km just around the lake.

Strava link.

D: 92.5km
A: 59m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 24 December 2016


Xmas Hell Ride:
Big wheels, pre-coffee, white socks and a caffeinated gel in the back pocket... I stopped short of a skinsuit, but a few blokes didn't.

They, and by they I mean I, said that the KOM on the xmas helly is the consolation prize for those that lose the sprint. When I said it I had no intention of going for the KOM, and all intention of winning the sprint. Given my heavy reliance on irony as a form of humour in my writing you can probably guess that things did not go as planned.

The surprise of the day was neither the cheeky KOM victory, or the elbow bashing that left me with 3rd in the sprint, no... the surprise was the downpour that engulfed us around Bonbeach. When I'd rolled out of home, there were large vertical stacks of white clouds off in the west. Their whiteness and distance reassured me, and served as a canvas for the rising sun to paint a gradient of reds, oranges and yellows. The rumbles of thunder as the Black Rock clock ticked over 7 were the problem of someone far away, and besides the issue at hand was staying up front of the big bunch rolling down along the beach.

So with the confidence of a forecast that mentioned nothing about rain, I rode on. When the first drop of water hit me I assumed it was someone's sweat, as my own was threatening to run down my sunglasses and cloud my vision. A moment later when the second drop hit me, I wondered if someone was squirting themselves with water to cool off. The next dozen drops came together and in a rush. They were big fat globes of water, that quickly soaked the road, and then us. My right shoe, previously gleaming white, now sported a coat of road grit and a filling of wheel spray. I stopped worrying about sweat obscuring my sight  and weighted the pros and cons of taking my glasses off all together.

Next year I'll position myself better, and perhaps check the radar.

Strava link.

D: 116.7km
A: 439m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 23 December 2016


St Kilda East - St Helena - Carlton:
No one had a specific plan when we met at 6am, consensus was reached to "ride somewhere a bit different, then have coffee".

The vague idea in Warwick's head changed when we hit some road works blocking our route. I made some on the fly decisions until someone pointed out we were now heading away from town, instead of towards like I thought.

The one thing we got right was coffee at Ora.

Strava link.

D: 60.9km
A: 844m

The last day of work for the year and I skipped out early and detoured around Albert Park Lake a couple of times.

D: 21.2km
A: 46m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 22 December 2016


I'm was still feeling yesterday in my legs, so I hung our in business class until a light split off the front dozen or so riders. Bringing them back just felt like the right thing to do. I think that makes me a jerk, but that shouldn't be news to anyone by now.

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D: 48.8km
A: 179m

If I ride up Chapel St to get to work, I normally turn left at the river. I've got a pretty good reason for it, work is to the left. Today I rolled up Chapel St and turned right at the river, because going straight to work isn't going to clock up the Kms.

D: 32.9km
A: 224m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 21 December 2016


NRR Long:
You know that bloke that sits on, pulls exactly zero turns, then smashes it on their favourite hill? Yeah, totes me this morning.

Rowan Dever was sitting pretty on the front all morning, I managed to get him breathing heavy on Canadian, but on Two Bays he stood on the final right hander, and rode me right off his wheel. Chatting later he said he tries not to go into the red. Fuck, that must be nice. Me? I go deep into the red and then try to go deeper. At the top of Two Bays I had a full two barrels of snot unashamedly streaming down my top lip. I'd gone through the point of blowing bubbles, and was breathing so hard that they had no chance to form. My main consolation for going that deep was riding others off my wheel.

I rolled a few turns on the way home, but the expected tailwind was somehow a 2nd headwind, leaving me well hollow for the rest of the day. A couple of coffees did nothing to lift my energy levels.  Realising I'd missed equalling my Two Bays PB by 1 second, despite having to slow down to confirm with some nice police officers that we could go around a downed tree, was a nice bit of info though.

Strava link.

D: 105.8km
A: 590m

Right, so I'm on track for 100km per day through to the end of the year.

D: 8.0km
A: 31m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 20 December 2016


The rain gods were unkind to the normal Ricktastic crew, but just after 7 a gap in the weather appeared, and I set out for some bike path extras.

D: 33.6km
A: 147m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 19 December 2016


The weight of this 15,000km goal feels heavy today, I'm going to have rock two 600km weeks, which is quite close to my maximum (ever) weekly distance.... two weeks in a row.

So I grabbed some extras around the lake, amused that on a day forecast to hit 30, I needed a wind vest to stay warm.

D: 25.8km
A: 175m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 18 December 2016


St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Husseys - Old Warrandyte - St Kilda East:
Given it was Sunday, I had hoped to make it to Church (Rd in Cottles Bridge) this morning, but the lads Rick and I rolled out with were weaving their way in a different direction. So we tagged along on the dirt paths heading upstream along the Yarra until we hit Westerfolds where finally a need for vert saw us peel off towards Mt Pleasant Rd, and then on through Warrandyte.

Other than a detour up Yarra St on the way home via the Kew boulevard, the ride was about rolling along roads and chatting about how optimistically I'd dressed. The roll down the last couple of Km of Chapel St was totally bibs and jersey weather, but I have to admit the 3-4 hours before weren't.

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D: 88.0km
A: 1,313m

PMPW: 89kg

Saturday, 17 December 2016


Hell Ride:
I had a several fun beverages last night, and got home well past my normal 9:30pm bed time, so it no surprise that I woke up to my 5:17am alarm feeling tired and unmotivated. I turned it off and spent a minute trying to think of an excuse to stay in bed that would stand up to scrutiny in hindsight. I got up and went riding.

There were solid crossies that had us guttered at 50km/h, then full gas (no not my guts) through the hills, then some more crossies, and finally a sprint that I felt surprisingly good for.

I can already hear your brain being sarcastically amazed at the in depth analysis and insightful observation. So I'm going to point out that while 2 hours of a fast bunch may burn out the booze, my brain is still only working off of 4 hours of shit sleep.

Strava link.

D: 108.2km
A: 454m

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 16 December 2016


Knowledge is power, France is bacon.

D: 19.6km
A: 129m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 15 December 2016


I set myself a 15,000km goal for the year, and up until I took a month off to go overseas that seemed not just feasible, but dead set guaranteed. Well since then I've also had a further bike free trip and now I'm staring down the barrel of a goal failure. I'm at 13,620 of 15,000 and there's only a couple of weeks left to go.

The choice seems to be to let go of the care, or rip out my biggest ever week between xmas and new year.

D: 23.4km
A: 169m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 14 December 2016


By the end of the ride, despite the decidedly humpy nature of the day, it felt a lot like a Tuesday morning,  Some solid pedal action along the gravel and bike paths by Tommy Southam and Cam McDonald reduced it to just the three of us.

Strava link.

D: 58.0km
A: 607m


D: 7.5km
A: 28m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 13 December 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
So much for introducing speed back to 1 hill per week, there was some solid schnell on all the hills this morning.

Once again I wasn't feeling peppy, so as Rick and I rolled up Doncaster Rd then High St on the front, I made assumptions about why my front wheel occasionally fell behind the line of Ricks. It wasn't until I took a moment to change gears that I realised Rick was possibly consciously driving it. My wheel fell back slightly as the chain shifted rings, and Rick seemed to take note, then the tension in his body and legs visibly increased."Right, so we're being jerks today!"

A similar display of fitness occurred on Foote St and Roseihill Rd, all the while I knew Warrack felt obliged to return last week's lead out up Pony Club. As we rolled along Banyule Rd, I tried a couple of times to tell him I wanted no part of it, but slowly the pace ramped up as we approached the single lane bridge. Warrack and Tom pushing the air in front of me, visibly setting themselves to give it a nudge and my sense of pride and/or competitiveness kept me on the wheel. Tom wavered on the false flat middle, leaving me to cover the slight gap to Warrack, who then developed a speed wobble in his right elbow moments before the final left hander. The next 20 or so seconds sucked, and the whole thing has left me shattered well into the working day, but I'm happy to have a 5 second pb, and be a second clear of Stalder (Warrack's time from last week is still safe as houses).

Shit that's a lot of words about a (sub) 2 minute climb. LOLs, you put more words towards what you find important/meaningful I guess, and ripping the big ring up that climb on a Tuesday morning just feels right to me.

Strava link.

D: 50.0km
A: 639m


D: 8.1km
A: 39m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 12 December 2016


Palindromic weather may read the same both ways, but both ways of my commute certainly felt different. 13°C in the morning vs 31°C the evening.

D: 17.4km
A: 112m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 11 December 2016


St Kilda East - SKCC E, WB, D Grade Marshalling - St Kilda East:
Due to some no bicycling commitments around lunch time, I only had time for marshalling at SKCC. Still the combination of E, WB and D got me almost 90km which means it didn't feel like a wasted morning.

In fact, not only was it not wasted, it was my first placing in a while. A break got up the road in d-grade, so I popped myself on the back and let the two enthusiastic gents tow me around for half an hour. Given I didnt pull a single turn it felt rude to contest, but I still rolled over the line in third place and first marshal. Now, if only I somehow convince A graders to let me sit on them in a break, I might be in with a chance.

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D: 88.3km
A: 80m

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 10 December 2016


Hell Ride:
It wasn't quite as summery as I'd expected this morning, with the rain around Seaford and Frankston highlighting that my hands had only only been warm when wrapped around a tiny coffee pre-roll-out.

I gave Olivers a dig, but despite easily going clear, I paid for it on the run up to Canadian. A large neon sign that perhaps I didn't have a huge number of matches... a large neon sign that i ignored when I went too early for the sprint into Black Rock.

Patience it seems, is something that I need to put some training time into.

Strava link.

D: 112.0km
A: 430m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 9 December 2016


I almost got out the door for a coffee shop roll this morning... but at right that very moment it started to rain so I spent 15 minutes getting my latex shoe covers off again instead.

D: 20.6km
A: 148m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 8 December 2016


I went on a once in a lifetime holiday. Never again.

D: 16.9km
A: 104m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 7 December 2016


It takes a lot of balls to golf like me.

D: 18.2km
A: 109m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 6 December 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
I managed to decimate my best ever power and power to weight numbers for ~1:30. By doing so I equalled my best ever Pony Club time, despite shutting off the legs with 10-20m to go. Warrack, who finished off my effort, not only took the KOM, but put a 5 second buffer to a stalwart of Melbourne KOMs (Andrew Stalder).

Great, yeah, Strava, woooo..... what astounds me the most though, is how crap I felt on every other hill leading into it. There was no pep, there was no vim, and there certainly wasn't any vigour, yet here we are typing/reading about life best efforts. Despite my extensive accounting experience, I can't reconcile it.

Strava link.

D: 48.4km
A: 634m


D: 8.1km
A: 30m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 5 December 2016


I had another night of terrible sleep due to the humid air of the cool change ripping apart millions of pollen packages, packing them into my pulmonary pockets, and thus depriving me of sleep.

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 4 December 2016


Last year the bits of sand we rode through stood out in my memory, but with the context of this year, I now see them as mere snippets of sand, in a much larger meal of sand. A dessert if you will.

Crummy puns aside, there was a lot of sand this year, and it was rad. I stayed up the very front through the unpaved sectors, chasing De Luca, Dan Moore and Mikkeli Godfree, with the occasional cameo from Brenton Jones and Rob Eva. You know... basically dudes who may be beyond riding/racing for a living, but still live to ride/race (obvs not Brenton, who still rides/races pro). It was lucky that worksafe didn't turn up to do an inspection, because hammers were being dropped left right and centre early on.

It was The Pines where things took a turn for the Koksijde. Massive hills and pits filled with the finest of sands. You'd plan for a specific line, you'd plan to stay relaxed, but no battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy. Soon things would go a bit sideways, then a lot sideways, and eventually you'd just give in and dump all your power through the pedals to ensure you'd at least make an impressive rooster tail. At one point we stopped at the top of one of the dunes, and a double push off didn't provide enough speed to get me going forward through the silica. I came to a quite literal grinding halt and teetered precariously for a moment until I could get a crank in position to pedal.

Strava link.

D: 44.1km
A: 263m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 3 December 2016


St Kilda East - Eltham - St Kilda East:
Today was less workout, and more chop out. Strauss and Blankfield were rolling 40ish people around our standard Tuesday loop as part promotion for their little bicycle tour company, so Rick and I came along to ensure people got home in the same condition they started.

While we wrongly assumed Strauss would look after himself, everyone else managed to stay upright and mostly not lost.

Strava link.

D: 51.0km
A: 735m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 2 December 2016


I started a band a while ago, it's called called 999 Megabytes... we haven’t gotten a gig yet.

D: 21.9km
A: 154m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 1 December 2016


As near as I can tell the last time I lined up for a MTB race was March 2012, but a stick ended that one mere seconds after the gun, so let's ignore it and go to the last one I finished. The Surfcoast 6hr on the 22nd of October 2011.

Holy shit, that's over 5 years ago... I haven't raced MTB in 5 years! Still, that doesn't make it feel less odd to get an email from MTBA saying my MTB license has lapsed, and consciously decide not too renew it. I held on to it these last few years for tradition, but we're in Australia... we celebrate christmas by having a bbq and going to the beach, so we don't really have a tradition of tradition.

Oh well should the need to race fat knobbies arise again, at least I'll get given my trusty 4 digit member number back.

D: 19.2km
A: 120m

PMPW: 87kg