Mogo 100km (Angry Dr)

Crikey that was a tough one. This race had a reputation for being a little tougher than similar "100 km" events, such as Dirtworks and the Highland Fling. Perhaps most telling was the fact that the winning time for Dirtworks is typically 4 hrs flat, whilst for the Angry Dr it is 4 hr 40 min! As I went round Dirtworks in 5:20 this year, I expected to do the Dr in the order of 6:20, although naturally I wanted to go as fast as possible, and maybe go under 6 hours. After all, how bad could such an apparently non-technical track be?

I hadn't done any specific training for this one - just relied on my commuting base - but was none-the-less ambitious. So too was Gerard, who was back from Europe for a few weeks and was looking to do a good show after a solid European base. However, whether it was just travel gremlins, or bad food gremlins, Gerard spent the day before being violently ill, so it was always going to be touch and go to even get him to the start line. We drove down the day before (approx 4 hours south of Sydney). The weather was unseasonably warm, as evidenced by the millions of termites that filled the air like big snow-flakes as we drove south. Dined on Italian (well, I did), and were in bed at a local Caravan Park by 9 pm. Race day dawned clear hot and windy! I started with 2.5 l of water on my back, and followed the advice of others by starting at the tail of the elite field so as not to get stalled in the early single-track sectors.

Only 10 km into the event I realized it was going to be a bloody hard day at the office. It was not that the trail was technical - it was actually beautifully groomed - nearly the whole way, but it generally went up or down, up, down etc. And the ups were generally non-nonsense steep straight affairs. In all I counted about 11 major uphill sectors - 2 in the first 10 km! Very few flat sectors existed where one could maintain good pace and rhythm. Even the second climb of the day I found myself walking the steep parts, as I didn't want to fry myself on a day where I didn't seem to be producing any sweat due to the ultra-low humidity, high temp (30 C +) and high winds. In hindsight I again went too hard too early, initially clinging to the wagging tail of the elite field. By the 30 km feed I realized that just finishing would be an achievement. At 40 km the cramps started, and I progressively polished off the water on my back to limp into the 1/2-way feed. Not for the last time, I refilled my bladder, and headed off hoping for a kinder 2nd half. By the 60 km mark I started to witness sights I have never seen at such an event before. With every corner turned another rider would be off the trail, doubled over trying at address cramp. Not much racing being done any more, it was all about survival. I suppose I was moving through the course in the company of about 30 other riders - all cramping intermittently, frogging forwards and backwards. "See you at the next cramp". It was almost comical. At about 65 km I was actually wondering weather I'd be able to finish. I think I stopped to de-cramp over 20 times! Somehow got to the 80 km feed - bladder empty, and refilled it for the 3rd time! The fact that my front rotor had been whistling annoyingly for most of the race (turned out to be a loose bolt housing the caliper to the frame) was merely inconsequential compared to how stuffed I was. I still don't quite know how, but eventually crept to the finish in 6:38. How grand it was to lie down in the shadow of the car, even if my legs were cramping.

Gerard, still by no means well after no meal the night before and hardly any sleep, decided to give the 50 km event a go (the first 1/2 of the 100 km course), but wisely decided to pull out at the first feed. Better luck for the next one GK, and the return flight! Despite the fact that this was the hardest enduro mtb event I've yet done, and despite the liberal sprinkling of steep bergs, this is certainly a course I want to do again, as the bulk of the single tracks are sublime, and like nothing else I've ridden thus far. I'll be back....maybe.

Postscript: On a sad note, and perhaps a reflection of how brutal the day was given the conditions, one of the 1000 competitors collapsed and died of a heart attack, despite having completed 4 Australian Ironman Triathlon Championships previously. Very sobering to realize that it could happen to any one us - and a warning to me that if I'm going to keep entering these events, which I love in a masochistic sort of way, I've got to listen carefully to my body and give the events the respect they deserve.

Nano-step for mankind, but giant leap for langles

In a stunning advance, which will have long-time observers stroking their beards in wonder, I have broken down yet another technological barrier and acquired an ipod - albeit the oldest model still available. With the 24 on the horizon, and judging by some of the reports I've read regarding the psychological battle which will ensue, many have credited success in some part to having one of these babies help them through the night, when conscious thought otherwise does naught but convince you of how stupid and pointless the whole exercise is - one which should immediately be replaced by sleep for a month. And I must say - in only the few weeks I've had it, this thing has changed my life! The drudgery that normally accompanies the evening commute in the dark is no more. Just gotta make sure it is also not the cause of my being flattened by a bus.

On the weekend, went down for the MTB worlds at Mt Stromlo in Canberra. Fantastic spectacle. Got a good dose of trials, half-pipe, downhill and cross country. Inspirational, especially considering that many sections of the XC and DH trails I will be riding over next month. Both mens and womens XC races came down to riders finally cracking their opponent on the last lap! And more 29ers on show as well in both events - probably the platform I'll go with on the next machine I purchase, although when this might eventuate is still not lucent in my financial crystal ball.


"I see it Chewie, but it doesn't come up on any of the charts"

Swiss rider, and eventual winner, Nino Schurter, keeps in close check with favourite Julien Absalon (Fra), at the technical "Hammerhead" descent on the XC course. Several riders crashed in this section.

Riders on the pinch climb of "Cardiac Hill"



One of many bikeasuari littering the village

the appropriate named "Zed's Dead" chopper


An almost unbelievable skinny GK drops in for the valleys.


negotiating the hammerhead

cardiac hill - have to tilt your head for the start of this one

Bellbird Wall (Sun 30th Aug)

Actually went climbing with Neil on Sunday, in spite of it being a real howler of a day. Last time I climbed with Neil outdoors was probably Araps Feb 2008! He was keen to do something after last weekend's blokefest, so we initially eyed up BBB, but the winds made it all too dangerous. Instead, decided to do "Bellbird Wall" at Pulpit rock near Blackheath. Facing east it should have been on the lee side of the wind and sheltered, yet get morning sun on a chilly one - the perfect location for such a day. Unfortunately, whilst generally well protected from wind, the sun was already round the corner when we arrived. To add insult to injury, the rap in was a bit of an epic - although at least it was in the sun :) Should have been 2 strait-forward 50m drops, but we somehow started at the wrong rap station (the one in the sun!) and ended up descending down what turned out to be a grade 27 called "Stone Poem" involving 3 drops, 2 of which were hanging belay anchors which requiring some swinging to even reach! Fortunately, Neil has a very cool head for such things. Ended up doing the climb - pitches of 16, 17, and 15, which on the whole is probably worth the 2 stars apportioned. Ring bolts all the way. 1st and 3rd pitches lovely- 2nd one; awkward loose damp crumbly horrorshow, but with amazing warm moist draft pumping up the upper crackline - a first for me and very welcome for numb fingers! Normally such cracks give you a blast of chilled air. Afterwards went to Mt York to try to catch some rays in the form of Exhibition Wall. Last time i climbed it was probably 1991! Still a great route, which pushed me at all three cruxes but I got it clean...just... again. Stiff for 21 - probably why i've given it a wide berth for so long.


The grade 16 slab on Bellbird Wall - a clean bit of rock amidst a sea of rubble

Neil topping out, with good exposure below

... and hovering on the upper section of Exhibition Wall

pizza wheel

Old farts blue gum whiskey bash

With Ian turning 40, Heidi requested I help lure him out of the house for a "males howling in the wilderness" type of experience, just like times of old. So it was that the two Daves, Ian and Neil ended up walking into Acacia flat next to the mighty blue gum forest for a night of blokey excess. Actually, it was the two Daves who got there first. We were one of just two parties in the forest that night, and Dave and I set up camp at the blue-gum end of the flat so that Neil and Ian, who would be walking in through the dark, would have no trouble locating us amongst the scrubby wattles, growing back vigorously after the fires that ravaged the forest a few years back. We needn't have worried. Before taking the big plunge down from the lookout at Perry's, Neil proclaimed to Ian with lofty outstretched arms, "there is mars, and there is Dave", presumably followed by considerable laughter. Apparently our camp fire was one of several bright objects in the darkness that eve, and could be clearly identified from the top of the valley wall some 400m above.

When they stumbled into camp, the clock really could have been turned back 20 years - same voices, laughter, bad fashion (tracky dacks, flannos), vintage rucksacks etc. Only thing to change is that we were all at or around 40 now - sporting in some cases either less hair, some grey hair, or a combination of both. Anyway, it was a great night involving curry (thanks Heidi) beer, wine and whiskey. The next day we slept in, breakfasted on pancakes (nice one Dave), slowly packed up and set off back up the track at about noon. Once back at Blackheath we sampled more pies and chocolate before the drive back to Sydney. It was great to catch up with everyone in the context of that great place. Looking forward to doing it again, hopefully many more times before we add another 20 years to the ledger.

Old Stump

I have a bike and I named it "Stump",
he takes me over every bump
Out on the trail the Stump and I,
sometimes thought we'd e-ven fly.

Through the cuttings and round the berms,
Stump cradles me on every turn
Even when I drop him hard,
Stump gets up and wheels still turn.

Oft I'd think 'bout the times we had
once when I kicked him when he was bad,
but wherever i point him he still goes,
is the best damn dually I've ever known

Hounding out there lookin for beer,
wasn't scared of jump'n off rocks in high gear
Out on the trail the Stump and I,
sometimes thought we'd e-ven fly.

Now the 24 is nigh,
no more sleepy's through the night
No rest for the trusty steed,
or Jurassic Arse will surely bleed

(With apologies to Neil Young)

I suppose thinking about the 24 is getting me all nostalgic. Here are some snaps of the Stump at work in various enduros

Yellomundee

A few months ago I received an email from Bart (Ham connection) enquiring whether I'd like to do a 12 hr event with him. I replied "sure!". Well, it happened last weekend. Team Mud Puppy comprised 3 engineers (Bart, Dave and Hamish - Bart and Dave with Resmed connections) and me, an engineer of sorts (genetic). The course, just west of the Nepean, at Yellomundee, was not one I'd ridden before, but comprised a 9.5 km loop of 2 halves - technical first half, and flowing 2nd. Actually a great course to race on - the technical stuff wasn't too horrendous (on one lap I accidently found myself dropping through the worse possible line on the gnarliest descent and lived), and most of the flowing stuff had beautifully bermed corners, although there were still a few punters evacuated by ambulance. As a quartet we weren't too lofty of ambition, and were basically there to roll some laps and soak up the atmosphere on what was a simply perfect Sydney winters day - after a chilly start maxing out at 19 C with not a breath of wind nor cloud in the sky. As a team we finished well down on the leaders - in part as our team of 4 was reduced to 3 courtesy of Hamish taking a spill, then a few km later having his rear derailleur hanger snap and eat itself, the result being a bit of a trudge back to transition. At least that's the excuse i'm running with. The only blood spilt was courtesy of Bart, who managed to walk into a tree. On a personal note, no crashes or spills to speak of but not sure that I've got my lower back quite sorted yet, which is a bit concerning given the Scott24 on the horizon. More fine tuning required. Best fun and split for me was late in the day when I started in twilight and finished in the pitch under those awesome AYUP lights. BTW, more 29ers on the track today, and not just single speed, but plenty of geared monster trucks as well - the way of the future.

nice scar, Bartman

Bart and Hamish in the pits

Dave P ready to roll

Riders coming into transition

CANYON minus derailleur

The Stumpy did the valleys agoin on Sunday