the day dawned crisp and cool. after protecting my ageing body last week i considered it time to reconnect myself with the world of the mrr. but understanding that the pace of the omr may vary from comfortable to something less so, caution persuaded me to head off by myself a little earlier and allow the others to catch up somewhere sometime. this approach to the start also allowed me to enjoy the sunrise at leisure. and what a sunrise! from the top of canty across to the dandenongs was a sea of pink-tinged undulations, in a gradual escalation of hues from dark to bright.
also bright was the sole blinky in front of me, but it took me until whitehorse to catch up with kelvinp, at which stage the two of us rode comfortably along waiting for the pursuing peleton to capture us. which they did further along whitehorse. kelvinp was quite happy to keep leading, but i took the opportunity to duck back into the body of the group. at that point it seemed that the bunch accelerated, and soon kelvinpo was also, sensibly, back in the bunch.
while apparently earlier tjs had been taking some of the lead, from here on until top of westfield it was the tmt2 + gdb show, the two of them, resplendent in their bike gallery outfits leading the pack at a fine pace. busses to go around? so what? we'll just go around them at speed. trucks blocking the lane? no matter, and no need to slow. other busses accelerating off? let's keep up with them! kaz up ahead? let's let her catch on and then accelerate again.
while i was last up belmore- no surprises there!- i still had a trick up my sleeve in balwyn coming up to the whitehorse intersection and was the only rider to stay clipped in, allowing a burst of acceleration unmatched by any of the others for at least…oh…half a second, and then they were on my tail again.
i managed to get a coffee this morning, which was great- the company was convivial, the coffee was swift, and i was able to pursue my other responsibilities this morning with hardly a hesitation.
getting older but still enjoying cycling