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

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