Bike trip days 10-15

Well, I suppose it is time I filled in the rest of the trip! Here are days 10 to 15. More to come.

The last post left off with me arriving Orbost, just as the rain was coming in...

Day 10: Orbost (no riding!)

I took a rest day in Orbost due to the weather - it was raining on and off all throughout the day and it was very cold. I fixed up my broken mudguard using the staple of all good engineers, duct tape. I gave the bike a clean, and bought an 8mm spanner from the hardware store so that I could retighten all of the rack and mudguard bolts that had nuts on the other side.

All in all it was a pretty uneventful day and I was looking forward to getting back on the road the day after.

Day 11: Orbost to Cann River (75 km)

For me, this was the first day where I had to spend the entire day riding on the Princes Highway. This started out okay as there was a pretty substantial shoulder a lot of the time, but it soon got worse. Often the shoulder would completely disappear, forcing me to ride in the car lane with 100 km/h traffic going past. Not cool, but most drivers were pretty good and the traffic wasn't too heavy.

On the plus side, the scenery really started to change and instead of riding through endless farmland I was now riding in endless forest. The weather had cleared up and, traffic issues aside, it was a pretty nice day. I arrived in Cann River and had a look at the caravan park on the outskirts of town. It was a nice location, but completely deserted apart from some (German?) backpackers who had a car parked next to a power point and were charging their phones. They were also having some sort of loud argument. Many of the campsites were still flooded from the previous day's rain. Hmmm.

In the end I decided to stay at the local pub again! This was a really nice pub with friendly staff and it was good to have a solid roof again. (Although after the fourth night indoors in a row, I was also starting to miss my tent!)

Day 12: Cann River to Mallacoota (70 km)

In the morning it was time for the Princes Highway again. Well, for the first 50 km anyway. Over breakfast I had a nice chat with some folks from the Shepparton Adventure Club who were about to head down to the coastline and do a multiday hike to Mallacoota. Given that Mallacoota was my destination for the day, it was nice to feel like I was the one with the faster form of transport!

The first 50 km of riding was more of the same: lovely rainforest, intermittently appearing road shoulder, and lots of caravans, utes, and the occasional truck going past. I then reach the town of Genoa and the turnoff to Mallacoota. (Tip: Genoa has a free campsite that is very well set up - if I wasn't headed to Mallacoota I would have stayed there.)

From there it was a 20 km diversion from the main road to get down to Mallacoota, on a very hilly road. I had heard nothing but good things about this place so I figured it was worth the extra riding. As I arrived in the town, I understood why. It really is a beautiful place! The town is situated next to a system of lakes, but also on the ocean. There is a gigantic caravan park/campsite right on the water and its $20 a night with free WiFi. Nice!

After getting myself sorted out I found myself having a predinner snack and drink with some older folks who'd travelled down with their caravan from North-West Victoria. They had a really interesting life story whose details escape me now... but I recall there was some talk of living in a mud-brick house with no electricity which was pretty cool.

Day 13: Mallacoota (no riding!)

I decided to have another day off to enjoy Mallacoota. I had a pretty lazy start and then rode my bike along the edge of the lake to the start of a walking trail into the 'Narrows', where one lake transitions into another. The scenery along this walk was really stunning. Absolutely clear water, and what looked like islands covered in green bushland rising up on the opposite side.

After the walk I had a lazy evening - met another pair of Germans travelling around Australia in a car (a theme on this trip), a Czech couple as well, and some more older folks from all over Australia.

Day 14: Mallacoota to Eden (85 km)

It was time to get back to my old friend, the good old Princes Highway. I backtracked my steps to Genoa and pulled up at the campground to use the loo. For the first time on the trip I spotted other cycle tourists!

They were two German guys, Malte and Philip, who had left from Sydney and were heading to Adelaide (of all places!). They were on two second hand bikes they'd bought in Sydney and were towing a trailer each, both of which were absolutely packed with camping gear. My bike and panniers felt spritely in comparison. The differences extended to our attire: Malte and Philip were in board shorts and t-shirts and no helmets, I had full fluro lycra and a helmet - total opposites! We talked for at least an hour, comparing notes and then headed off. I am hoping to catch up with them again when they reach Adelaide.

The rest of the day was more Princes Highway... and it started to get hilly! Really hilly. I would zip down one hill at full speed then come to an almost halt as the next hill went straight upward. Fun times. I stayed at the caravan park in Eden and had a pretty uneventful night.

Day 15: Eden to Tathra (50 km)

On this day I finally got to leave the Princes Highway. After Merimbula I got onto a back road which went through to the small town of Tathra. This meant more up-and-down hills but with slightly less traffic. Tathra was a nice little town and everyone was telling me about the mountain bike enduro race that was going to happen a few days later. There really seemed to be a lot of excitement about the mountain bike race - it was great!

Again I had a pretty uneventful night, but I did have several good phone chats, including most of my siblings!

That's it for the time being. There are another 5 days to write about, which I will get to eventually! (and eventually I'll put up some photos to go with all the text.)

Bike trip days 0-9

I have been on the road for nine days now, so it is probably time I wrote an entry for the blog! Let's start with a summary of each day.

Photos for now can be found on my Instagram account.

Day 0: Adelaide to Geelong

The trip started out on Tuesday 10th April. I filled up the back of my car with my bike and panniers, and Alex and I drove to Geelong. Talked shit the entire way. Stayed the night at a pub. Fun times!

Day 1: Queenscliff to Cowes (50ish km)

In the morning we drove down the road to Queenscliff and I got all my stuff ready to go. I caught the noon ferry across to Sorrento, and I was off! From there I rode up the West side of the Mornington peninsula, and then cut inland when I reached Arthur's Seat Rd. Alex had challenged me to do this since the climb is part of the Herald Suntour and a bit of a Melbourne icon.

Arthur's Seat definitely had a cycling feel to it, with writing on the road, including the ever present "FYXO" in numerous places. Needless to say, the climb was absolutely brutal on a loaded touring bike and I used every bit of my lowest gear (a 24x25). From the top of the climb I zipped down the other side and eventually made my way to Stony Point (or is it Crib Point, the road signs and maps couldn't seem to agree). At Stony/Crib Point I caught my second ferry for the day, the 5pm ferry to Cowes on Philip Island.

At Cowes I checked into the caravan park, popped up the tent, did some shopping, and day one was over.

Day 2: Cowes to Inverloch (60 km)

The day dawned with the pitter patter of rain on my tent. What a way to start out! I packed up in a very soggy campsite and got going... straight to the coffee shop. At about 11am I headed off, with the rain still coming and going. After leaving Philip Island over the bridge to the mainland, I stopped for a lunch (falafel roll!) and the rain started to let up.

I then rolled to Wonthaggi (prompting an impromptu song about "I want haggi", and no I do not know what "haggi" is in this context), and then took the tourist drive via Cape Peterson to Inverloch. Inverloch was a nice beachside town - the caravan park was absolutely huge with about 200 sites. Only about 10% of those sites would have been taken - this has been the norm so far outside of tourist peak season. The night was nice and dry and I felt very snug in my little tent.

Day 3: Inverloch to Foster (75 km)

I took the long route between these towns, hugging the coast and going past the town of Walkerville. The highlight of this day was stopping just outside of Walkerville and doing a short walk through the bushland to a lookout over the ocean.

At Foster there was a YHA hostel which is a converted three bedroom cottage. The only other guests for the night were an English couple who had been travelling around Australia and we had some good chats.

Day 4: Wilson's Promontory (no riding!)

In the morning I got a lift down to Wilson's Promontory (a.k.a. "the prom") with the afore-mentioned English couple (they only wanted to take a quick look, but were happy to drop me off). The road from Foster to Tidal River, the main town on the prom, is about 65 km and very hilly - I was quite happy to get a lift down there for a day of bushwalking.

The prom is absolutely stunning. I did a walk from Tidal River around "Lilly Pilly Gully" and then up Mt Brian. This was a relatively short walk but with fantastic views. I was definitely inspired to come back at a later date for more walking.

At the end of the day the owners of the hostel picked me up. This is something that they will normally do for a fee of $20 each way, but usually only if there is more than one person. They were kind enough to pick me up anyway. 

I was joined that night at the hostel by two German girls who had been driving around Australia in a little hatchback (and sleeping most nights in the front seats!). Had a great night eating pizza and chatting.

Day 5: Foster to Woodside Beach (80 km)

The day after a really great day is normally a let down... and this day was a bit of a let down. The roads were okay, very flat, but also very boring (I took back roads instead of the main highway). I toyed with the idea of staying in Woodside, which I had to pass through anyway, but decided on taking the 10km detour down to the beach instead.

Woodside Beach was a nice little spot but almost completely deserted. I setup my tent in the caravan park and made dinner in the park under a really impressive BBQ shelter (complete with power points for charging your iPhone). It started to rain as I was making dinner and afterwards I had to dash back to my tent as it bucketed down.

Just as I was getting settled in to sleep I started to notice that the water was somehow splashing onto my face... I shone my headlamp out through the tent's inside netting and noticed that the water was starting to pool under my tent and the rain was landing hard enough to make this splash up into my face! The ground of the camp area was made up of sand that was not absorbing the water and just allowing it to pool.

Things did not look good... I have to admit to wussing out here. I jumped out of bed and phoned the reception (it was 9:30pm). I transferred to a cabin. In the morning the caravan park owner was an absolute legend and did not charge me any extra! Apparently they had not had rain like that since last year and he felt a bit bad for me I think.

Day 6: Woodside Beach to Sale (85 km)

This day was more of the same. Flat and boring roads! Once again I was on back roads instead of on the main Gippsland highway. The upside was that in the morning the rain had subsided. 

I decided to stop by the beachside town of Seaspray, hoping for a nice spot for lunch. Alas, it was not to be. Seaspray was a bit of a depressing place: the caravan park was in the middle of being torn up and the place was quite deserted. It didn't help that as I arrived the rain started again in earnest.

From here I beelined it to Sale, with the rain quite settled in at this point. I arrived in Sale after an hour or two and couldn't face the idea of putting up a tent! Straight to a motel!

Spirits were quite low at this point, but I went for a stroll down the street and it felt like I was a in a huge city again. It was quite a good feeling! I visited both bike shops in town and got some good advice on roads, picked up a rearview mirror for my bike and found a t-shirt in an op shop for $3 that was just what I wanted. (The one thing I forgot to pack was a t-shirt that could be rolled up really small.) I had dinner at the local Chinese restaurant and retired in good spirits again.

Day 7: Sale to Bairnsdale (75 km)

The day dawned with beautiful sunshine. I took a quick ride around the wetlands on my way out of town which were really nice (thanks for the tip Blakey). I rode out of town past the air force base and along more back roads to Bairnsdale. At this stage I had barely had to touch the main highways.

At Bairnsdale I checked into the nice riverside caravan park and had a good night chatting with a couple of other guys staying at the park. One of them had done all sorts of hiking trips around Victoria and Tasmania and I got pretty inspired hearing about them. I think he has also inspired me to try cross country skiing/backpacking one day.

Day 8: Bairnsdale to Lakes Entrance (45 km)

This was a fairly easy day. I had a lazy start to the day, and had coffee with a couple staying in a caravan - the husband was into cycling and was originally from Adelaide so we had plenty to talk about. 

I started out taking the East Gippsland Rail Trail for about 10km. The rail trail extends from Bairnsdale to Orbost and is 100 km total in length. Amazing stuff, beautiful scenery and great riding. From there I went along the Princes Highway for a short time then took the back road towards Metang. For the first time I road with another cyclist! We had a good chat - he had done a very similar tour to what I had done so far, but in reverse (starting at his house in Metang and riding back to Melbourne).

There was a charity ride of some description going the other direction on these roads so I was able to wave and say hello to about 50 other cyclists in the space of 15 minutes. I arrived in Lakes Entrance mid afternoon and checked into the YHA. My roommate was asleep at this time (about 3pm) and I didn't see him get up until the following morning! The hostel itself was really quiet and almost a little depressing.

I ate Indian Food for dinner and made the mistake (?) of checking the weather forecast. There was rain coming the following day at about midday and lasting for a couple of days. Hmmm. Now I was feeling a bit despondent but had a chat on the phone to Sarah (superstar!) who had wise words to say and made me feel a lot more motivated.

When I arrived back at the hostel after dinner there was a Taiwanese group of five checking in - they certainly made the place seem a bit less deserted and I went to bed in better spirits.

Day 9: Lakes Entrance to Orbost (60 km)

Whew. At the time of writing, this is today!

Since I knew the rain would be coming in at about lunch time I was up at 6:30am, and breakfasted and packed up and on the road by 8am. I spoke briefly to my roommate - he was from Switzerland and had apparently been working on a fishing boat for the last week. He was so tired when he got back that he slept for fifteen hours straight.

The first 20km were on the Princes Highway to Nowa Nowa, which was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. At Nowa Nowa I got onto the rail trail again and off I went... it was shaky at times, and at one point I rode over a stick and heard a surprisingly loud cracking noise. At times my rear panniers seemed to be swaying a bit more than usual. Weird. But again, the rail trail was really beautiful.

I got to Orbost at around lunch time and was immediately impressed. Beautiful green parks, the Snowy River and just a nice town in general. I saw the Taiwanese group from the previous night and they insisted on getting multiple photos with me!

The prospect of spending a wet night in the tent was not appealing (although the caravan park looked great) so I headed up to the pub and booked into a room there. I felt this was a good choice straightaway, as no sooner had I got the panniers off my bike than the rain started pouring down.

When I went back to my bike to take of the lights and other doodads I made a series of discoveries: (1) my swaying rear panniers were because the bottom left rack mounting bolt was completely missing, (2) my other rear rack bolts had all shaken loose to some extent, and (3) the stick that I hit had snapped my rear mudguard in half!!

Which brings us to.... right now! I'm at the lovely library here in Orbost belting away at one of the computers. My plan is to have a rest day tomorrow. I'll give the bike some TLC (I have packed spare rack mounting bolts!) and check out some of the local attractions. There is meant to be more rain on the way so I will be happy not to be riding. 

More blog entries to come!

(This was all typed in a stream of consciousness so apologies for any grammar mistakes, continuity errors, miscalculations or misattributions.)

What, this blog still exists?

To sum up my cycling since the last post on this blog: did a bit of road racing here and there then gave it up, fell in love with cyclocross, injured my knee a couple of times, tried running and injured my foot, cycle toured in Tasmania, still in love with cyclocross... and now I am resurrecting this blog to post updates from my upcoming bicycle tour.

On April 10th I'll leave Queenscliffe in Victoria (on a ferry) and then begin a tour that will, if all goes according to plan, take me around the coast and up to Brisbane, stopping off at Canberra along the way. It should be quite an adventure.

Time off....

So, as you might remember from my last post, I was about to take a 2 week break after the Tour of Coleraine finished. I did that - and I think I really needed it.

After this break, I started riding again. I did just relatively light training rides, for a couple of weeks. And then, two weekends ago, I went mountain biking and managed to have a rather nasty incident. At the top of a tricky rocky climb, I lost control and ended up rolling 18m down the side of the hill, after going headfirst into a rock. Luckily a conveniently placed prickle bush was there to stop my fall.


My helmet worked beautifully (see above), but my back and neck have been quite sore. I also had to have 5 stitches just under my nose. Thankfully, I am on the mend! On Monday I rode around the block, and yesterday and today I've commuted to uni via bike, which has been nice. I know that the more I ride and stay active, the better everything will feel, as long as I don't push it too far. I'm hoping to do some easy 'proper' riding this weekend. Also, in the midst of all that I managed to get a cold, but I'm over that too!

After all of that.... I have no idea what my fitness is like!! Probably pretty crap. I'm going to ride some more for a couple of weeks and then do a MAP test to see where I am at.

I am not sure how my road racing season will pan out now. We'll see.

Race Report: Tour of Coleraine

Okay, here is my Tour of Coleraine race report -- finally!!

The Tour of Coleraine was last weekend. Its a three stage race: two on Saturday and one on Sunday. Coleraine is a town about 500km from Adelaide, just inside the Victorian border and south of the Grampians.

Stage 1: 94km road stage

After an epic pasta feast on Friday night (cooked by 'Magic Man' Merlin and Lachie), we awoke to a very damp looking Saturday morning. To add to the fun, there were 50km/h winds forecast for the area. Fun times were definitely ahead.


There were just over 50 of us at the C-grade start line. We received an interesting pre-race briefing: "Okay C-grade. Every year you guys crash on this stage. This year, try not doing that." Hmmm.

The stage started with a fairly long climb out of town, but this was done under control behind the lead car. So we rode at a nice steady pace. At the top of the hill the flag went up, and we were racing.

Remember that race briefing? Yeah. Literally two minutes into the stage and BANG! Six guys on the ground, bikes in the air. Swear words all around. Me riding on the dirt to avoid the carnage. Okay, well that was our crash out of the way, I suppose.

The group came back together again, and things felt pretty easy. I was feeling optimistic.

We hit the base of the first K.O.M. at about 15 kms elapsed distance. Here was my thought process: Okay they are going pretty quick. Surely they will let up soon. I'm drifting back. Okay now they are going faster. Oh shit!!!

About five of us found ourselves off the back already! We hammered it after the top of the climb and managed to get back on. All good.

So the next few short and sharp climbs repeated this process, until I found myself well and truly off the back of the lead group. I was in a pretty fast chase group, and then they really put the hammer down and I was out the back of that group too.

I caught up with an A-grader who had been dropped on the first climb of the day, and we chatted for a while. He was apparently off to Belgium in a week's time to race kermesses, and much preferred a good hearty cross wind to anything resembling a hill.

The last chase group on the course finally caught up to me, and we worked together for a while over the second KOM, but there were only three of us together at the top. There was a nasty section of roaring crosswind and horizontal rain, and one of the guys fell off the back. Two of us remained.

We worked together most of the rest of the way, including over the final KOM. I did lose him by accident in the last couple of kms. I finished in about 3 hrs, an unknown amount of time behind the lead group (short story: the time keeping was very unreliable, to say the least).

Stage 2: 36 km (20 lap) criterium

After finishing so far down in the first stage, I decided it was time to act like a non-contender and make a doomed, suicidal, move.

We did one practice lap of the criterium course, and when the flag went down, I attacked as hard as I could. After two corners I glanced back: a gap! Of course, I had no chance at all, but I was off the front.

After one lap I was still clear, and then a rider broke clear of the field and came across to me -- the guy in the yellow jersey. It was at this point that my legs said 'Um, sorry, we're done', and I exploded spectacularly, just managing to latch onto the very rear end of the field as it came streaming past.

I sat there at the back, grovelling. Every five laps there were intermediate sprints for time bonuses. So on lap nine, the pace really ramped up, and without even realising it, I suddenly had a bit of a gap in front of me, and it wasn't getting any smaller! Oh crap.


I was in the offthebackistan again. I rode solo for another three or four laps before the field lapped me and I got pulled off the course. That's okay. In the criterium, any riders that get pulled off just receive the same time as the slowest finisher.

I was pretty disappointed that I was dropped, but thoroughly enjoyed my two minutes of idiocy off the front.

Stage 3: 71 km road stage

Just 71 kms and it would all be over! Unfortunately that's all I could think of on the start line.

The stage started again with a neutralised climb out of town, and then we were on our own. This time, there were no crashes. We started off on a long, straight stretch of highway, with bit of a crosswind.

I found myself towards the back end of the field again, and decided I'd go take a look up front, just to see what it was like. I moved up, using another rider for a bit of a draft on the way. I managed to slot into fifth wheel -- it felt like a nice place to be!! I felt much more at home towards the pointier end of the pack.

One thing I noticed. The guy in the yellow jersey had four or five teammates, and they were all sitting around him. Seriously. It felt like USPS controlling the Tour de France. Later on, I was told that they were an A-grade team in Melbourne... so at least I know why the pace was so hardcore the day beforehand.

My time near the front ended when someone attacked, and sure enough, one of the teammates jumped after him. The pack kind of swarmed around me and I drifted towards my rightful place at the back.

At about 30 kms in, we negotiated a fast descent, which was followed a few kilometres later by the first KOM of the day. It was like a wall. You can probably guess what happened next.

I won't go into the details of the rest of the stage. But suffice to say, it seemed long, boring, and painful. I finished a long way back, and that was it. I finished.


The good bits

I had a really good weekend away with six mates. We talked about pretty much nothing but racing, and watched Tour de France DVDs over ridiculous amounts of food. Great stuff.

The course was fantastic. Although there was the occasional foray onto main roads, the bulk of the racing was done on sealed, single lane, back roads. We could use the full width of the road (we didn't have a choice -- they were literally one car wide) and the scenery really was beautiful.

The criterium course was also great -- it was a six turn layout, but the turns were very wide and there was no need to stop pedalling at any point when you could use the full width of the completely closed circuit.

I learned that my form is not anywhere near where it was a couple of months ago. This was confirmed from the power data. I think this is due to a few things -- but I think recent lack of motivation has played a big factor. The simple fact is that I need a bit of break. So with that, I decided to take two weeks off the bike. I'm one week in already, and its been very refreshing!

I'm not sure if I'll be back for Coleraine next year, but I now know this: you must be in very good form to be competitive in this race, even just in C-grade. Because A-grade is really an elite level competition, the 'regular' A-graders filter down into B and C grade. And although A-grade is the only official teams competition, both B and C grade appeared to have strong teams controlling the race.

Thanks for reading -- there may not be any race reports in the near future, but you will hear from me eventually!

(PS: Photos thanks to Andrew Crowe and Tom Altree)

Cobbles and Kangarilla

I really do love the Tour of Flanders. Last night I stayed up watching a Eurosport feed with dutch commentary. I saw the first decisive moment when Cancellara and Boonen got away, but managed to fall asleep with about 30 kms remaining, only to wake up in time to see the sprint for 56th place or so. Cancellara was probably already showered and doing press conferences.

This year, PACC had representatives in both the men's and women's editions of the race: Stuart O'Grady and Carly Light, respectively.

But let's not forget your humble author's days as a cyclist on the cobbles of Belgium:

You can see that I ran a rather 'unique' setup for the spring classics, opting for 'reverse drop' handlebars, mudguards, and a luggage rack to assist with domestique duties. Also note the headlight, just in case the driving rain became too intense to see. I also chose to defy UCI rules and ride sans-helmet.

My teammate, Danny, in a solo breakaway:

Ahem.

These were taken in Brugge in 2006, the starting location for the Tour of Flanders - and yes, we did see the start of the race! We then watched the rest of it in a bar full of chain smoking Belgians, who went absolutely crazy when Tom Boonen won. Fun times.

Anyway, back to reality...

There was a certainly a big turn out on Saturday for the road race of the season. There were roughly 40 entrants for C-grade, about double what I would usually expect to see!

The race was four laps of the 17 km circuit. Rather than a blow-by-blow account of the whole race, I'll sum up some of the defining moments for me:

• On the second lap, a rider tried to exist in a space where there was no space, and almost went down -- right in front of me. Somehow he held it up though, a maneuver which involved putting his foot on the ground while still in motion. I don't know how he did it!
  
• My Times-7 transponder attempted to go into the spokes on the descent on the third lap. I had to pull over, tear of the mount, and then chase for 10 minutes to get back to the pack.
  
• On the same descent, fourth lap, young Alex King's front tyre blew out. I was sitting a couple of bikes back, and the ensuing chaos saw me riding in the gravel at 40 km/h for a short stretch. It was a little hair raising!

So after all of this, I was quite happy to finish with the bunch! The race finished together, with a bunch sprint for the remaining 20 or 30 riders. I tried a last minute attack but had no legs left, and frankly, even with good legs I don't know if it would've succeeded. The field was strong. I ended up leading the bunch into the final corner, sprinted for all of 100m and then promptly exploded while everyone went around me.

Very happy to be racing road again. Very very worried about the Tour of Coleraine which is coming up in three weeks time....

Last two crits of the season

Time for a couple of very brief race reports!

The last two criteriums for the 'season' have passed, and the first road race of the year is in just two days time -- woohoo!

The second-to-last crit was at Whitmore square, two weekends ago. C-grade was a pretty big field, about 30 or so. I attacked from the gun and managed to stay out for a few laps. After that I sat on the back for a while recovering, and attacked again with about five minutes remaining. Unfortunately the pack weren't having any of my nonsense and I couldn't get away.

On the last lap I wasn't in a position to sprint, so I sat up coming into the last two corners. Unfortunately there was a crash on the final corner, with three guys going down and people diverting down side streets to avoid the carnage! Happy to finish upright for that one.

Later in the afternoon at Whitmore square, I had a go at the consolation wheelrace -- a three lap handicap smash fest. I started off 180m. I managed to sit on the bunch in front of me for the first lap and a bit, and then a bunch of us went around and started hunting after the front markers. We probably didn't do this soon enough, and the folks up the front stayed away to take out the placings.

The final crit for the season was on Sunday just gone, at Regency Park -- seeing all of those trucks brought back memories. It was a pretty drizzly morning, and so it wasn't surprising to see all of seven entrants for C-grade.

We got the whistle for a preme sprint after just 7 minutes, which Clayton Marsland managed to win. I stayed just behind him and kept going after the finish line. I yelled at Clayton to jump on and we worked together off the front for a lap or so. Things came together not long after this, and I sat in the bunch until we got the bell for the final lap.

I tried for a last minute effort - just after the first corner, without a bit over a kilometre remaining. I got a small gap but Colnago-man (I'm not sure of his name) pulled me in and then drove it hard to the finish line. I had nothing left in the legs, and rolled in for 6th place.

Seventh place was taken out by Clayton - who had crashed earlier on one of the corners, gotten up and done a solo time trial for the last 10 minutes or so of the race! Solid effort.

We hung around for the presentations, and after they had concluded, the skies really decided to open up, and I ended up with a pretty grotty ride home in the rain!

So that's it for another summer season. Winter approaches, and brings with it the suffering and pain of road racing -- bring it on!!

This weekend is the Allan Smith memorial race at Kangarilla: four laps for C-grade, 62 kms in total. There are three short but steep hills every lap which can really split the bunch up. Its always a very interesting race course, and a good race of attrition.

The weekend after that is State time trial championships, which I have entered. Of course, I don't have a chance against the big guns that will be there (e.g. Chris Martin, who probably has an FTP of something like 450W), but its a good chance to see how I go against the clock. At 50kms long, its not going to be pretty...