Myself, Nicko, Rodney and Troy met up this morning for our cruise down Beach Road, planning to meet up with Sean, Captian Kirk and Steve the Greek in Port Melbourne at 6:45am. Troy's watch must have been fast 'coz he set a cracking pace up Brunswick St which was a prelude for things to come!
Our rendevous executed to perfection, the 8 of us cracked the whip and sat on a comfortable mid-30's pace until Nicko threw out the challenge to Sean (on his TT bike) and those two pulled away at a rapid rate of knots, Sean tucked as aero as can be and Nicko riding tall on Sean's rear wheel. I had a bad feeling about the end result for Nicko's sake and sure enough just outside Black Rock our peleton claimed Nicko once again and Sean was nowhere to be seen.
The sprint to Mordy was taken out by yours truly
and I just missed out on catching Sean but I was pretty much spent anyhow and he had no view of what was going on behind. Along the way we dropped Captain Kirk, only to see him ride past Mordy about 5 minutes after we arrived, mobile off and seemingly on his way to Frankston....or further. We also lost Rodney somewhere after Black Rock.....but nobody knew for certain.
The return leg was done at a cracking pace and there were victims a plenty! Our group diced with another for most of the ride between Mord and Black Rock. We'd overtake each other at a rapid pace and the strain started to show on our guys. The other group established a break approaching Black Rock that we were not pulling back so I decided to give it my all
. Out in front pulling 45kph for what seemed like an eternity split our group and only Sean stayed on my wheel. I managed to pull the gap down to about 6 seconds and I was hopeful some luck with the North Rd lights might have us rejoining their group but it wasn't to be. Defeat isn't a dish that tastes well!
By the time we approached Brighton our group had reformed and Nicko was keen for a sprint. Troy set off with Nicko on his tail and the spoils went to the Scorpion King on this occassion!
We decided to seek respite in Port Melbounre with some well deserved coffee and muffins before we set off on our respective journeys home. My legs felt great and I led Rodney and Nicko home, pulling the big-ish ring (I run a 50
) up the Ivanhoe hill, Nicko was knackered whilst Rodney motored along at a comfortable pace and blitzed us through the Ivanhoe shops...well done mate!
I must admit to having enjoyed the change from the St Andrews loop though there were far fewer riders out today than what you'd expect too see on a Saturday morning ride. And the junk miles from Heidelberg to Port Melbourne are a PINA. Nonetheless we've agreed to do this ride once a month on the last Saturday of each month.