Conditions
were perfect, apart from a prevailing headwind most of the way. Mild evening, low humidity, and less traffic
than previous editions, perhaps all attributable in some respect to the event
moving from early Nov to early Dec.
I’d
had a rough morning after a work social the night before, suffering the
indignity of being violently ill…in my car, and somehow also waking up with a
black eye – these sleep injuries are getting more varied as one ages. However come mid afternoon I felt ready for
the dreamy adventure that awaited.
The
adventure started a little earlier than planned, as when Anita and I arrived at
the station we were disappointed to see a sign across the entrance announcing
track work, and buses replacing trains between Macquarie Uni and
Chatswood. But at least Anita got to
discover the joys, firstly, of the LCNP, and secondly, of Fullers Rd, thus
explaining the orientation of my circular mid-week commute. Having gained Chatswood we were met with more
signs announcing the whole of the North Shore line was out of action – hence
more trundling to gain Observatory Hill, and the pub, whence we met Ben with
still time enough for pizza and beer to be added to a still delicate stomach.
We
met up with Andy, and a couple of hundred of others with similar contraptions
at the start, and come 9 pm the field slowly inched over the bridge and through
the hustle and bustle of North Shore traffic, before this was all left behind at
Hornsby for the magic of the old Pacific Highway.
As
with previous additions, the food stops at Mt White and Budgewoi were much
appreciated, savouring the delights of watermelon, Tim Tams, mixed lollies,
coffee and, particularly, hot tea. It’s
amazing how refreshing a hot cuppa (or three) can be, especially if it’s been a
while.
Despite
starting at the tail of the field, we tapped out a decent rhythm and were
fairly efficient at the stops such that we hit the Fernley track at about 4:30
am – before the birds had really got going, which was a bit of a shame, as
birdcall through this forest corridor has in the past been one of the
highlights. The flipside was that we
arrived at the baths in time to witness a magic sunrise, enjoy a dip, shower
and relaxed breakfast, and make the 7:30 train home, which was considerably
less crowded that the sardine-tin experience endured on a later train during the
previous edition.
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ReplyDeleteWhat an awesome ride. At the end Andy gave me the great tip that my seat could go up a bit. I did that today (1/2 cm) and was surprised by how different it felt - and it made me wonder how on earth that bloke mastered riding a double decker bike at that pace (particularly through the Fernley track with all the branches). Wow.
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Nice one Dave, gutted I never got to enjoy this event, looks like a cracker. Ben in case you read the comments, check out the Greg LeMond seat height calculation which says multiply your crotch-to-floor measurement by 0.883. I've had three pro bike fits since setting that height as a 16 year old and none have seen any reason to change my seat height despite always changing something else.
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