I’m finally back on my bike after having to spend days and days attending to Trixie’s every need as she recovers from that horrible accident with the piano accordion. Like all elite athletes I have been tapering off on my training to ensure I am superbly fit for the Big Ride. This has meant completing just the one circuit of our block each week.
I have, however, introduced some hill rides after I noticed in the travel brochure provided by the organisers that there are actually hills on the GVBR! (I thought those little graphs at the bottom of each page were something to do with sales of bicycles until Trixie explained they were ‘ride profiles.”)
Anyway, I’ve been getting in some really super-steep rides on the nearby mountains. Mr Pervus has kindly been loading my bike into the back of his ute and driving me up to the top of the mountains and I’ve been riding (it’s really just free-wheeling) down to the bottom. It’s great fun and I can’t wait for Lavers Hill. Feeling the wind whistling through my hair and washing over me while Mr Pervus tries to keep up in his clapped out ute gives me goose bumps every time.
I don’t think I’ll attempt to actually ride UP any hills. I can’t think of anything more debilitating or unnatural, so Mr Pervus will be accompanying me to Portland and has agreed to follow me in his ute and drive me and my bike to the top of each hill. In return I’ve agreed to share my blanket and some champers on the beach since I’ll have lots of spare time up my sleeve by avoiding those nasty hill climbs.
(Oh, by the way, Mr Pervus says there’s room in his ute for a couple more bikes if there are any LADIES who would like to join us!)