jimmy wrote:I was in the 2nd last or last group to take off, just one of those things, can understand the organisers not wanting to send a huge bunch out in one hit, spent most of the ride solo. not sure what time we left, with introductions, course rules and all, but i got back and stamped on at 2.26pm. got to the campervan at the last check point, bit of an orange, guzzle down the last of my water, took on one bottle, after asking how far it was to the finish 39ks, didnt count on that head wind, even got the bloody red light at the bridge.
Sette Budini wrote:I was sad to have missed this one (working ), but given the rotten weather maybe I shouldn't complain...
Allez Allez, that HR data seems a bit odd. I'm astounded to think you averaged 175 for five and a half hours! That kind of average is understandable for a one hour race going full gas, but not for a long distance event. I think there must have been a fair bit of the interference that everyone's discussing in another thread.
Well done though to everyone who completed the ride. You're a good few hills ahead of me! (must get out and ride more hills, must get out and ride more hills... )
MalP wrote:. On the run into Moriac (actually, more of a stagger than a run), a moment's lack of concentration had me caught by a cross wind gust as I came out from behind a grove of trees at the side of the road. Before I knew it, I was down in the gravel. Hard. I couldn't believe it. I had taken the course map out of my back pocket to see where the route turned down wind (ironically, only 300 metres further on!) and this combined with my general fatigue left me open to the wind. (The met bureau show that at the nearby Geelong airport at the time, the wind was 45, gusting to 60 km/h.) My left arm was bleeding profusely from just below my elbow, some skin missing from my knee. (The bike was OK - the right brifter was bent in, even though I went over on the left. The front must have dug into the deep gravel - me going left, it right. Still not too sure, and nobody around to provide a score out of ten.) Apologies to any locals who may have heard the odd swear word at that stage...
(Allez, you mentioned that Moriac was the low point of your ride and at times you just wanted to lay on the road. Having tried, I can't recommend it!)
Strangely, it wasn't all that painful (that was to come later) and with the combination of the risk of another flat and not much water left to clean up, I decided to get back as quick as I could. Amazing what a little adrenalin - and a 50km/h tail wind - can do! The blood flow stopped and I settled into a very quick run back.
Coming through the S-bend under the rail crossing on Mt Duneed road I was greeted by two cycles and two Harleys stopped in the middle of the road - directly under the rail line. Apparently one of the Harley riders, heading west, had decided to trim the right-hand corner a little, and while on the wrong side of the road had met the two cyclist heading east. Thankfully, there wasn't any impact with the two cyclists, the Harley ending oily side up in the gravel. (There's something there about Harleys not being able to go around corners, but then, I ride a Ducati ...) We was able to ride away, hopefully with an understanding of how lucky he was.
I made it back just before 3pm, luckily without any more puncture problems. I raised a few comments while checking in, unfortunately the first aid guys there at the start of the ride were out on the road somewhere. Checking the time, I realised I could just about make the 4PM Queenscliff ferry, so I tossed the bike in the car and set off, still in my riding gear and still with a rather (dried) bloody left arm. Despite the best efforts of Victoria's finest in making me wait in an RBT queue on the entry to Queenscliff, I just made the ferry by a few minutes. I got changed from my bike gear in the car and was able for the first time to inspect the damage in the mirror - I've never really thought before how difficult it is to see my own elbow. Not pretty. After the boat docked, I drove up the bay a little and had a cleanup in the salt water at Blairgowrie. After stopping off at a friend's place in Rye for an assessment, I then headed to Rosebud hospital. Five hours and six stitches later, I was on my way home. (As an aside, I found out after three stitches that you're meant to get an anaesthetic before getting stitched. Seemed there had been something of a lack of communication between the staff ...The doc couldn't work out why it was hurting. "You've had an anaesthetic, the nurse said so." "Um, no I haven't. You mean it's not meant to hurt?"
I got home after a 20 hour day, with about 200 km driving, 152 riding, 5 punctures (including one in the car and one failed patch), and six stitches. What a day!
Allez Allez wrote:Man sorry to hear about the flats and the elbow. Its amazing you keeped on, well done. I nearly lost to hit by a side wind with my hand in the back pocket. Hope it heals well. Forgot anaesthetic? What about the tetnus shot too.
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