RodC wrote: CICLI Pina wrote: Bowi wrote:
..description of pain.\..
I think the arrival time at the café of the rabbits was 6:52am-ish, so you know what that means; 20 pages to convince these rabbits that they are actually hounds. Well done on your promotions.
Ok, I'll bite, just gets us closer to page 3000
BIO & moi set off as lone friskie mice as it was only us. Mr Bowi joined and when we dropped him we sat up to wait. When he didn't catch up we continued our pace. Was surprised to be caught by the Rabbits at Springy2 as I thought we were do ok pace, although there was a ~30k head wind (always there when I'm on the front)
No headwind where I was.
Enjoyed the pace, I had the arrival time as 6.51am, sort of explained why there wasn't any tables etc out.
Mr Mountain and I arrived at AA rather early and caught Irish John stretching. I said I was keen to get a head start on the rabbits, and Irish John didn't hesitate but hopped back on his bike and off we went 3 minutes ahead of the pack. Well, I was still feeling the pain after my unexpected extra 60 kms down the Calder Fwy on Tuesday when my train from Castlemaine broke down and my choices were 1) put the F3 in the luggage hold of a road coach or 2) put my luggage on the coach and ride the Felt to Melbourne. I chose option 2. Obviously. Anyway, that would have been fine except I'd already had 2 hours of repeats on Mt Alexander that morning, plus a couple of hours of equitation, so yes, I was looking for a nice head start this morning.
And thank god I made that decision! John and I chatted all the way to the bottom of Deadman's, then there was a brief pause in our conversation while we dragged ourselves up that hill. And then we were swamped by a terrifying pack of blood-thirsty (or possibly just thirsty) rabbit-hounds, panting and drooling and snapping at our (w)heels. We quickly moved aside from the front and scurried along with the peloton as it bayed for fresh blood all the way up Whitehorse, stretched out in a single line. I was nearly dropped, but I used the lights at Springy1 to get back on while my legs were screaming WTF! Mitcham Road provided some relief: those lightweight hounds that scamper up Canty and Whitehorse just haven't got the sheer pulling power to drop a fattipuff like me when I get rolling on the flat. OK, that is probably not actually true and they could drop me like a stone if I wasn't glued to their wheels, but you've got to work with what you've got, I say.
Still managing to cling onto the rabbits, I found myself getting jostled out to the right of Tim's wheel by a Packback Guy with attitude along Doncaster Rd. That attitude seemed to be "I don't mind being passed by a group training ride doing a hot pace - fair enough - oh but wait that's a CHICK! I can't possibly let her pass me. I'll just push in here and nick this wheel from her..." No way, Mr Backpack dude. You might be fast, but that's MY WHEEL and I'm NOT letting go. Unfortunately just then a crack opened up in the bitumen and I had to hop sideways right to avoid it, with Backpack dude forcing in on my left. So sorry to those behind me, though Mr Mountain was the only one that called out an admonishment...
Up Col du Westfield I lost touch with the rabbits finally, and got back to the cafe with the BiO gruppetto.
So with the head start, my pace wasn't nearly as high as some today - probably about 31.5 kph for moving time (cf Strava 30.2 kph for the MRR segment).
Service at the MR was shambolic, but cheerful. Good to see WAK again and get the updates on his progress.
Thanks for the lovely ride, everyone.