A bit of an epic Friday.
It started Thursday night with Lawrence of Arabia at the Astor, I'd forgotten how long it runs for, had to bolt out the door at 23:45, catch a tram up Chapel street and the last train home, got to bed at 1am.
Friday morning, woken at 6am by thunder, rain and rampaging possums on the roof. There was me thinking I could sleep in because the rest of the family is down at Lorne and all I have to do is pick up the bike from the bike shop, catch the train to Geelong, and ride to Lorne.
Splitting headache and ache in my neck, somehow I've slept wrong.
Off to the bike shop to pick up the bike -- forks were apparently unservicable and have been replaced, headset was ok and only needed regreasing. VISA card gets a workout. Jump on the bike to ride to the station, first time I hit the brakes and THUMP THUMP THUMP the front wheel is grabbing and jerking backwards, just like it did before the service that "the new forks will fix". Bugger. And Ow! the lockout for the forks has been mounted flush up against the grips and there's only just enough room for my hand, no, I take that back. There isn't quite enough room for my hand, the lockout digs into my knuckle. Hmm, will attend to that when I get to Lorne.
Train to the city, then think I'm oh so clever because I jump onto the Geelong train that's been held up for 15 minutes waiting. Ah, waiting because the engine was faulty. We crawl out of Southern Cross at 20 past, make it to South Kensington where it expires again. By ten to 11 we've crawled back to North Melbourne and everyone is standing around in the rain waiting to get on the 11 o'clock train. Of course the 11 o'clock is three quarters full already so it's standing room only for the trip to Geelong. The one hour trip to Geelong takes exactly double that.
Out of Geelong and try to clear the head with the wind and rain as I head south to Torquay. What's left of the bike lane along the road needs a good road sweeping. Far too many gravel trucks blasting past for my state of mind today.
Egg and bacon roll and a very good cappuccino for lunch in Torquay, almost starting to feel human by the time I finished. Back on the bike then down past the golf course and up into what turned into a pretty amazing wind. Down through the gears, drop onto the middle chain ring, 12km/hr up the hill into it. Get to the top and try to change back up the gears. Huh? Thumbshifter won't move.
Ah, bike shop has mounted the suspension lockout flush up against the thumbshifters, I can change down (with the release lever on top of the shifter) from the big ring to middle, and on to granny, but the thumb-button itself can't move so I can't shift back up to a bigger ring! I guess a reasonable person would assume that they check things like this.
Rummaged around in my bag and found that I had a very old half-rounded allen key the right size, left over from when I had to stuff about with SPD cleats one day. With much cursing and spinning of the key I managed to undo the lockout, remove it and put it back on between the shifters and the headset -- right where the old one had
been, the old one that the bike shop had removed. The Allen key has had it so I can't tighten it up.
I'd cooled right down doing all this, so it was obviously now a sign for the wind to stop and torrential rain to start. Had alternating half hours of wind and rain from Torquay to Lorne. Not much traffic and I did get to see a lovely pair of parrots at the side of the road, for any twitcher people out there I'd say I was 60% confident they were OBP
, 40% that it was only Blue-winged parrots
-- they seemed too bright a green to be the latter.
Finally got to Lorne and hosed off the bike, discovering that the headset is perhaps a little too tight... if I turn it 45 or 90 degrees to either side it'll stay there, no matter how I lift and twist the bike.
Finally time for a shower, food, large mug of tea, more food, comfy chair and a warm fire.
68km or so, and I felt far worse at the end of it than I had at the end of 120km Gran Fondo. But no proof, I've just discovered that the Garmin has shat itself (again) and although it told me the distance and all the details on Friday, today when I went to switch it on it has bricked itself again. Resetting it and connecting to the PC shows all the old rides including Thursday's bogus one, but nothing for Friday.
Not the best day on the bike.
 on Thursday my Garmin turned itself off 9s into my commute, but recorded a track of the entire distance. It thinks I averaged 2000+km/hr with a max of 51km/hr.