brit_in_oz wrote:That was fu**** up weather wise from start to finish, after the first hour I could not feel anything below the knee and for some stupid reason didnt quit at Kinglake. The last 25km were a killer, just too cold to pedal well, even on the descent i hardly got over 50kph due to the cross wind nearly blowing me into the cars. Only highlight is knocking another minute off my climb PB - and on a warmer day i could have gone a lot harder.
i didnt think it could get any worse until stopping at the last checkpoint and seeing some Malaysian guy looking like he has hyperthemia and then just for laughs it started to hail......
Don't need to go on about the weather, I think everyone has pretty much summed it up precisely. It appears I did the 7km climb in 21 mins, not sure if it's a PB but no-one passed me that I didn't ultimately chase and leave behind later so it felt like a strong ride. Got to the top, around the roundabout and then rode back down to see where Susan had gotten to, somehow an old work colleague I haven't seen in years spotted me, so I turned around and rode back up the climb again chatting away assuming I'd easily spot Susan once she hit the top in her fluoro orange sleeves (wrong). I guess I was easy to spot as people must look at the idiots riding down the wrong way and assume they're lost . Anyway...waited around Kinglake long enough to get cold enough to require a serious bit of riding to warm up - the 120km option was voted cancelled in the wisdom to race back to cars and warmth...so 70km it was. As soon as we left the relative "shelter" of Kinglake and up on the climb along the ridge with that arctic southerly, the temp plummeted to 3 degrees and my hands in full-fingered gloves went numb - I was feeling for my friend in fingerless gloves and suggested we pull in at the Pheasant Creek bakery for hot chocolate as I was having trouble applying brakes. We warmed our hands by the pie warmer, then by the hot chocolates, then by the pies themselves...then the shivering set in! You could have been convinced there was an earthquake happening as everybody was shaking violently - even more so each time the door was opened to let another southerly blast rip into the cafe. We laughed hard as one guy unsuccessfully tried to drink a cup of tea and successfully wobbled it all over the table instead - my mate commented "bad day to quit sniffing glue!"...my mate was almost as bad with his hot chocolate.
The weather didn't seem to be shifting whatsoever, so out came the phone - internet browser, weather radar...hmmm...it's very localised and regenerating...it isn't getting better so we better get going...so we bolted out the front door, leapt on the bikes and sprinted up the road with the aim of trying to stay warm. The rain stopped about 1km up the road, the sun came out and the southerly wind got warmer. The wind was quite gusty on the descent, but I find the trick is to relax the grip on the bike a bit and bend with the wind...speed topped out just over 70kmh on that final descent
Got back to the car, set the temp to 27C and not once did I feel it was too hot...it took a while to get through to the core! I'll have to come back and do the actual 120km when it's warmer...or if riding in the same conditions...diving gloves and a wetsuit!
marckhor wrote:Hi Weeeeeee, you could be standing next to me at the pie warmer in the Pheasant creek bakery. I was the Asian guy shivering with the my hot chocolate.
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