Both. It was so much easier getting the route down to be 100miles, without that intention, but the route to tempe i had to redo a second time to find an extra 8kms (found an extra 10, but 2 can be removed by skipping a detour).
Anyway, provided we don't get lost, there's less riding on the M5 this year(18kms), and a different route earlier on. First stop Bowral, then Picton, then maybe a drinks stop around Campbelltown somewhere. Yes, the distance does involve a loop around Bowral track (or is it Burradoo?)
Stuff It!! Here's
and my route getting there and
-Tempetation- 160kms fixed is set to return in 09!!!!
If the second group is too large, i don't mind heading off with the first group, i'll be riding with the Saturday slowies in the morning so i should be awake at that time.
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Saturday
Rode from North Newtown to Central in my Converse's and that was my mistake as the shoe lace on my left foot caught on the pedal and wound up threatening to cut my foot in half but I was saved by the shoe ripping apart.
Nice ride from Moss Vale to Bundanoon, but we kept loosing Hugh who was trying to figure out how my photos he could take before the battery ran out.
At dinner my target was to eat a full 3 course meal and get smashed. Unfortunately I ran out of beer money, but V came to the rescue with a $20, enough for one more jug and 3 packs of chips.
As the night wore on my ability to play pool was seriously diminishing and I hit the sack about midnight.
Sunday
Up at 6 and went for a walk around Bundanoon, woke Lin's at 7 breakie at 7.30. Photo shoot at something like 8.30 on the rode at whatever.
Bundanoon -> Bowral
Got to experience cycle cross. Significant delays while we tried to figure out where the MIA were, some flats too. Tried to do a flying 200 on Bowral Velodrome but had to abort due to traffic.
Chocolate milk shake at Bowral
Bowral -> Picton
A little bit of confusion on the route but the map committee sorted it out. Stopped at Thirlmere had coke and iceblock. Made sure I was at the pointy end for Picton so I could get my order in early - Portuguese chicken burger, chips and lolly water.
Picton -> Campbelltown
Razorback didn't seem as bad this year, perhaps after the cycle cross experience the dirt seemed much better and the decent didn't seem as full on as last year. We got some rather dodgy water at someones house in the middle of no where.
Campbelltown -> Sydney
Stopped at the train station but we had NFI where everyone else was so we decided to head on. We stopped at a servo for water and then headed for the motorway, but there were signs saying that bikes weren't allowed on the motorway due to road works, so we followed the redirection signs, but at one roundabout Mark L and I went right and everyone else went straight. Mark and I decided to press on, we followed the signs and got on the motorway, exiting shortly at the M7 intersection, up and over and back on.
From here there was nuff'n to do but burn up K's so we found some tempo and pushed thru to Bexley, left then right onto Homer and back to Tempe.
I rolled in, first rider at 5.45pm, Kevin was asleep in a chair so I woke him up and did my lap, Mark came in did his lap and then I did a flying 200, scaled down to 77.1". Slow but I felt good
Riders rolled in groups and individuals with the last rider at 6.45pm. The car arrived so we hit the showers and then the German club for some light refreshment.
Monday
Felt a bit shagged, then I discovered that my bike lock was at Ashfield, so rode to work via Ashfield and hit the gym, but I didn't last long. Lunchtime I did my indoor spin class and felt OK, but the ride home I was totally shagged, almost like I was going to bonk then I got a flat rear on the fixie at Sydenham and I couldn't be [profanity] fixing it and walked home, perhaps I'll ride the beast tomorrow.
Saturday
Rode from North Newtown to Central in my Converse's and that was my mistake as the shoe lace on my left foot caught on the pedal and wound up threatening to cut my foot in half but I was saved by the shoe ripping apart.
Nice ride from Moss Vale to Bundanoon, but we kept loosing Hugh who was trying to figure out how my photos he could take before the battery ran out.
At dinner my target was to eat a full 3 course meal and get smashed. Unfortunately I ran out of beer money, but V came to the rescue with a $20, enough for one more jug and 3 packs of chips.
As the night wore on my ability to play pool was seriously diminishing and I hit the sack about midnight.
Sunday
Up at 6 and went for a walk around Bundanoon, woke Lin's at 7 breakie at 7.30. Photo shoot at something like 8.30 on the rode at whatever.
Bundanoon -> Bowral
Got to experience cycle cross. Significant delays while we tried to figure out where the MIA were, some flats too. Tried to do a flying 200 on Bowral Velodrome but had to abort due to traffic.
Chocolate milk shake at Bowral
Bowral -> Picton
A little bit of confusion on the route but the map committee sorted it out. Stopped at Thirlmere had coke and iceblock. Made sure I was at the pointy end for Picton so I could get my order in early - Portuguese chicken burger, chips and lolly water.
Picton -> Campbelltown
Razorback didn't seem as bad this year, perhaps after the cycle cross experience the dirt seemed much better and the decent didn't seem as full on as last year. We got some rather dodgy water at someones house in the middle of no where.
Campbelltown -> Sydney
Stopped at the train station but we had NFI where everyone else was so we decided to head on. We stopped at a servo for water and then headed for the motorway, but there were signs saying that bikes weren't allowed on the motorway due to road works, so we followed the redirection signs, but at one roundabout Mark L and I went right and everyone else went straight. Mark and I decided to press on, we followed the signs and got on the motorway, exiting shortly at the M7 intersection, up and over and back on.
From here there was nuff'n to do but burn up K's so we found some tempo and pushed thru to Bexley, left then right onto Homer and back to Tempe.
I rolled in, first rider at 5.45pm, Kevin was asleep in a chair so I woke him up and did my lap, Mark came in did his lap and then I did a flying 200, scaled down to 77.1". Slow but I felt good
Riders rolled in groups and individuals with the last rider at 6.45pm. The car arrived so we hit the showers and then the German club for some light refreshment.
Monday
Felt a bit shagged, then I discovered that my bike lock was at Ashfield, so rode to work via Ashfield and hit the gym, but I didn't last long. Lunchtime I did my indoor spin class and felt OK, but the ride home I was totally shagged, almost like I was going to bonk then I got a flat rear on the fixie at Sydenham and I couldn't be [profanity] fixing it and walked home, perhaps I'll ride the beast tomorrow.
5:45 arrival at Tempe? That's a really long day for you guys.
What's the cyclocross story?
What's the cyclocross story?
Cyclocross story was the dirt road (didn't know it was dirt before we got there) that i had added to the route. However when we stopped 3/4 of the way along it, we realised we were missing Lindsay and Huw, so me and John went looking, while the others were sent on. My bike computer decided to take a leap off the bike into the bushes, so i stopped to look for it unsuccessfully. I then didn't know where John had gotten too, so i went up and down a few dirt roads before deciding to get on with it, and phone someone when i could find some reception.
All that basically meant our arrival in Bowral was significantly delayed, over 1hr behind schedule.
I was feeling it today, especially as i was up until 2:30am editing a uni assignment, and had to get up at 6:30am to drop it off at uni before work.
....just remembered another cyclocross bit i took (others took another road) was where i had to dismount to get over a barrier (train line).
All that basically meant our arrival in Bowral was significantly delayed, over 1hr behind schedule.
I was feeling it today, especially as i was up until 2:30am editing a uni assignment, and had to get up at 6:30am to drop it off at uni before work.
....just remembered another cyclocross bit i took (others took another road) was where i had to dismount to get over a barrier (train line).
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Glad I didn't take up Alex's offer of the CF seat
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there is no way you could ride what we did on my CF saddle. Its bad enough on the track bike.
You have all made me very jealous.
The fixie century has to be back in 2010 too.
Here is the old steed that I'll be riding if it is.
It is an old Apollo III (circa 1983?) I salvaged from my Dad's garage, and had repainted by Peter Fleming at Star Enamellers.
Original handlebars and stem, cranks and chain ring.
New wheels, pedals, brakes, seat post, saddle and bell. I was going to put a Brooks saddle on it, along with leather bar tape, but couldn't afford it. Hence a hand me down Bontrager saddle from a mate who no longer uses it.
The fixie century has to be back in 2010 too.
Here is the old steed that I'll be riding if it is.
It is an old Apollo III (circa 1983?) I salvaged from my Dad's garage, and had repainted by Peter Fleming at Star Enamellers.
Original handlebars and stem, cranks and chain ring.
New wheels, pedals, brakes, seat post, saddle and bell. I was going to put a Brooks saddle on it, along with leather bar tape, but couldn't afford it. Hence a hand me down Bontrager saddle from a mate who no longer uses it.
I'm with Mark on that comment. I was 87kg when I left Sydney. I was 84kg when I weighed myself on Monday morning AFTER breakfast.
Pretty sure that makes me close to the heaviest rider for the weekend, unless Huw can top my weight?
My fixie ride was an adventure. Started off well, with Huw me and Lindsay riding as backmarkers...
Lindsay wasn't aware that we were planning on doing a lap of Bowral Velodrome, and I when I showed him the turnoff, he took it and disappeared. This left me frantically trying to wave to Huw to come back to the turnoff, but he didn't see me. In the end, I got split up from Lindsay and Huw, who rode to Bowral for coffee. I eventually did the same, but probably took the "scenic" route to get there...
By the time I got to Bowral Velodrome, things had already gone a bit off course for me both literally, and metaphorically. My blood suger had somehow dropped dangerously low, and I found my legs cramping up. I ate all the lollies I had packed for the ride then and there, which helped, but the damage had been done to my body's glycogen reserves for the rest of the ride.
In Bowral, I then sat down in a coffee shop by myself for about 45 minutes, unaware that the correct coffee shop was one block down the hill. Oh well.
Next drama was getting a flat tyre crossing the street to go to the bank, so instead of drinking my coffee, I was huffing and puffing to change my tyre. No major dramas here, except I was in the back bunch again, due to the tyre change, and I had forgotten to rehydrate, again thanks to the tyre...
Not surprisingly, the cramps came back, on the roads out of Bowral. Nothing severe, but it was an ominous sign. I drank plenty on the road, but what was of greater concern was the knicks I was wearing. On long rides I like to wear comfy nicks with a big synthetic chamois. However, these require me to clip braces on them, and on Saturday, whilst packing, my braces had strangely gone missing. End result was that I chose a pair of knicks with that terry towelling at the front of the chamois. Anyway, by Bowral, on a fixie, I was riding on the towelling, not the chamois, and I could feel the chafing. I knew this would not auger well...
I put chafing pain out of my mind and pushed on. Riding from Bowral to Picton was really enjoyable. The pace was mostly relaxed, the roads were very pleasant. Lovely surprises along the way, like steam trains on the railway lines beside me, or llamas peeping out through fences on rolling hills were really nice.
Lunch at Picton was great. I don't recall ever enjoying a paddle pop that much. Then it was on to Razorback, although to be honest, I found the anklesnapper just outside of Bowral to be much more of a challenge. I didn't really stop at the top of Razorback. Lindsay and I decided to ride down. I used my legs to brake most of the way down. Then I had a fun moment with a nesting magpie just after the bottom. Not long after that, I suspect we went the wrong way again. Well... Lindsay knew where he was going, but I don't think it was the official route. We pushed on for a few more kms, and then at Macarthur, when a pub appeared at the edge of town, it was just too tempting. We popped in for a beer, and the bar ladies filled our bidons with cold water and ice. We slapped on some more suncreen, and headed out for the push into suburbia. As we were mounting our bikes, James M appeared. Together we rode to where we met up with the main group just before Holesworthy... I have to thank James and Lindsay who swapped turns at the front from Macarthur, whilst I just paced along behind them. It wasn't hard going, but I could tell the cramps were still there nagging, and waiting for a chance to do their worst. I kept drinking as much as I could to keep in control.
After meeting up with everyone else, and getting another jolt of caffeine via a 600mL coke, I found new energy. I was loving the ride again, and looking forward to the higher pace of the M5. Famous last words. Barely 3 minutes onto the M5, both my legs became rigid with cramps. I recall my back wheel skidding it was that sudden. I had to unclip, and it took about 3 minutes of slow bending and stretching to unseize my legs. In the excitement of the home stretch, I had forgotten to keep drinking profusely, and had paid the price with some shocking cramps. 3 other riders went past me, and I later found out that they thought I had been throwing up, based on my contorted, buckled posture bent over my bike frame. Once the cramps let go, I pedalled onward. My main company was Kevin, who had been one of the 3 who had overtaken me a couple of kms back.
We rode on but Kevin pulled away on the uphills. I eased back to avoid more cramps. Eventually a sign on the M5 said bikes were not permitted. I rolled up to a bike laneway that was gated. At the other end of the laneway, I saw Kevin and someone else tearing off down a sidestreet a different way to the way I was headed. Oh well. Sticking to roads I knew, I rode on. Bexley Road, then Forest Road, then Princes Highway, then Tempe...
I was the last one in, and obviously had found a way to add a few more kilometres to the final ride to Tempe. My watch said 5 to 7 when I hit the Velodrome for my lap. The last 10 km had been a battle of wills against cramps that were ever present, and no longer stoppable. My deviant route had been anything but flat. Some of the climbs would have been hard on a fully geared bike. On a fixe with fresh legs they are insane. With my tired legs they were sheer hell!
I felt pretty good on Monday, but by Tuesday I realised the damage all the cramping had done. I'm sure no-one wants to know about the blood in my knicks as a result of the chafing, and the resulting wounds that took a week to stop bleeding.
Anyway, I loved the fixie ride. I drank a total of 10 bidons of water, plus 4 600mL cokes, plus 2 large cofees. I will be back again next year for sure. I think next time though, I will go a bit easier on beers the night before, and try to not wake up dehydrated with a hangover.
Pretty sure that makes me close to the heaviest rider for the weekend, unless Huw can top my weight?
My fixie ride was an adventure. Started off well, with Huw me and Lindsay riding as backmarkers...
Lindsay wasn't aware that we were planning on doing a lap of Bowral Velodrome, and I when I showed him the turnoff, he took it and disappeared. This left me frantically trying to wave to Huw to come back to the turnoff, but he didn't see me. In the end, I got split up from Lindsay and Huw, who rode to Bowral for coffee. I eventually did the same, but probably took the "scenic" route to get there...
By the time I got to Bowral Velodrome, things had already gone a bit off course for me both literally, and metaphorically. My blood suger had somehow dropped dangerously low, and I found my legs cramping up. I ate all the lollies I had packed for the ride then and there, which helped, but the damage had been done to my body's glycogen reserves for the rest of the ride.
In Bowral, I then sat down in a coffee shop by myself for about 45 minutes, unaware that the correct coffee shop was one block down the hill. Oh well.
Next drama was getting a flat tyre crossing the street to go to the bank, so instead of drinking my coffee, I was huffing and puffing to change my tyre. No major dramas here, except I was in the back bunch again, due to the tyre change, and I had forgotten to rehydrate, again thanks to the tyre...
Not surprisingly, the cramps came back, on the roads out of Bowral. Nothing severe, but it was an ominous sign. I drank plenty on the road, but what was of greater concern was the knicks I was wearing. On long rides I like to wear comfy nicks with a big synthetic chamois. However, these require me to clip braces on them, and on Saturday, whilst packing, my braces had strangely gone missing. End result was that I chose a pair of knicks with that terry towelling at the front of the chamois. Anyway, by Bowral, on a fixie, I was riding on the towelling, not the chamois, and I could feel the chafing. I knew this would not auger well...
I put chafing pain out of my mind and pushed on. Riding from Bowral to Picton was really enjoyable. The pace was mostly relaxed, the roads were very pleasant. Lovely surprises along the way, like steam trains on the railway lines beside me, or llamas peeping out through fences on rolling hills were really nice.
Lunch at Picton was great. I don't recall ever enjoying a paddle pop that much. Then it was on to Razorback, although to be honest, I found the anklesnapper just outside of Bowral to be much more of a challenge. I didn't really stop at the top of Razorback. Lindsay and I decided to ride down. I used my legs to brake most of the way down. Then I had a fun moment with a nesting magpie just after the bottom. Not long after that, I suspect we went the wrong way again. Well... Lindsay knew where he was going, but I don't think it was the official route. We pushed on for a few more kms, and then at Macarthur, when a pub appeared at the edge of town, it was just too tempting. We popped in for a beer, and the bar ladies filled our bidons with cold water and ice. We slapped on some more suncreen, and headed out for the push into suburbia. As we were mounting our bikes, James M appeared. Together we rode to where we met up with the main group just before Holesworthy... I have to thank James and Lindsay who swapped turns at the front from Macarthur, whilst I just paced along behind them. It wasn't hard going, but I could tell the cramps were still there nagging, and waiting for a chance to do their worst. I kept drinking as much as I could to keep in control.
After meeting up with everyone else, and getting another jolt of caffeine via a 600mL coke, I found new energy. I was loving the ride again, and looking forward to the higher pace of the M5. Famous last words. Barely 3 minutes onto the M5, both my legs became rigid with cramps. I recall my back wheel skidding it was that sudden. I had to unclip, and it took about 3 minutes of slow bending and stretching to unseize my legs. In the excitement of the home stretch, I had forgotten to keep drinking profusely, and had paid the price with some shocking cramps. 3 other riders went past me, and I later found out that they thought I had been throwing up, based on my contorted, buckled posture bent over my bike frame. Once the cramps let go, I pedalled onward. My main company was Kevin, who had been one of the 3 who had overtaken me a couple of kms back.
We rode on but Kevin pulled away on the uphills. I eased back to avoid more cramps. Eventually a sign on the M5 said bikes were not permitted. I rolled up to a bike laneway that was gated. At the other end of the laneway, I saw Kevin and someone else tearing off down a sidestreet a different way to the way I was headed. Oh well. Sticking to roads I knew, I rode on. Bexley Road, then Forest Road, then Princes Highway, then Tempe...
I was the last one in, and obviously had found a way to add a few more kilometres to the final ride to Tempe. My watch said 5 to 7 when I hit the Velodrome for my lap. The last 10 km had been a battle of wills against cramps that were ever present, and no longer stoppable. My deviant route had been anything but flat. Some of the climbs would have been hard on a fully geared bike. On a fixe with fresh legs they are insane. With my tired legs they were sheer hell!
I felt pretty good on Monday, but by Tuesday I realised the damage all the cramping had done. I'm sure no-one wants to know about the blood in my knicks as a result of the chafing, and the resulting wounds that took a week to stop bleeding.
Anyway, I loved the fixie ride. I drank a total of 10 bidons of water, plus 4 600mL cokes, plus 2 large cofees. I will be back again next year for sure. I think next time though, I will go a bit easier on beers the night before, and try to not wake up dehydrated with a hangover.
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Homo Sapien Hugh-mongus
Originally thought to be a separate species to the Homo Sapien's due to its larger size and distinct facial hair, it has been decleared a subspecies as it is interbreed-able, though its mating rituals have never been caught on camera.
Last seen with a camera permanently attached between between its hands, being pointed towards Homo Sapien's dressed mainly in red tops and black shorts, which is believed to be used for fertility ceremonies.
No evidence as to whether the camera had a memory card within has been brought forward.
Originally thought to be a separate species to the Homo Sapien's due to its larger size and distinct facial hair, it has been decleared a subspecies as it is interbreed-able, though its mating rituals have never been caught on camera.
Last seen with a camera permanently attached between between its hands, being pointed towards Homo Sapien's dressed mainly in red tops and black shorts, which is believed to be used for fertility ceremonies.
No evidence as to whether the camera had a memory card within has been brought forward.
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Nice segway timmy.
To answer your question Timbo, fixie century will certainly be returning in 2010.
To answer your question Timbo, fixie century will certainly be returning in 2010.
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