My version of the ride - from the oldest rider (probably) and the least fit (definitely). Sorry about the delay posting, super busy all weekend).
With a great deal of trepidation, I decided to join Lisa's ride, for my first ride to Frankston. The ride to Mordi started off at a gentle pace, but soon sped up to a faster level (apparently mhayli doesn't like mountain bikes passing him!). The breeze at our backs was much appreciated, as was the conversation with a number of riders in the group. After a stop at Mordi, re-fuelled for the trip to Frankston. Everyone had said that we would ride up Olivers Hill (Olivers Hill? What's it like? How hard?).
However very pleased to report I DID make it up the hill
(I am somewhat competitive, can't have something there and not give it a go).
So then for the return trip (into THAT WIND). Headed out on the first four or five, only to soon find out we have dropped the rest of the bunch (due to a bit of a spill). Wait for them to catch up, they pass, we all take off, oh bugger I am at the back of the group, not good, not good, keep peddling, keep peddling, go, go go, but I can't. Get dropped of the end of the group. This head wind is killing me. Have another super burst to try to catch them, close the gap considerably, but just can't get them. I must have spent 5 to 7 km trying to catch up, but couldn't. So I did the majority of the Frankston-Mordi trip on my own, into that wind. Maybe that was my penance for making my body ride up Olivers Hill!
Finally get to Mordi (very tempted to get on a train as I rode along at 16-18 km/h into the head wind).
As we take off from Mordi I am determined NOT to get dropped of the bunch, so I head off with the first group. After a short while realise I am in the wrong group - they are going too fast for me (mhayli, grantasher, a couple of other young, fit blokes). So I drop off this bunch pretty quickly! Back on my own, until Oz passes me, and says 2 wonderful words "tuck in". Ahhh - respite from the head wind. What a great bloke. Sat on Oz's wheel until Black Rock, and then we all trailed Ian back to Cafe Racer.
This was a super hard ride for me, but I didn't get a "nanna nap" afterwards like a few others! Visitors for dinner, too busy.
Very satisfying, BIG thanks to Oz for letting me sit on his wheel.