No time to blog, riding

Someone may think that this blog has gone stagnate for the best part of Melbourne's winter. After all why would you ride when you could postulate the important questions in life:

• why does it get colder when the sun rises?


• why does the Yarra boulevard in Kew have such a rough bitumen finish?


• Why do Ralph and Joel like to sit out the front of the pack so much?


• Why is Damian always hiding out the back?

Well all these questiones have been discussed and better still in the saddle. Yes we have been riding although this has been probably been largely due to the dry winter. Only today did the spring rain come and we all reached for the mobile, not to press the "soft" button but hoping that someone else would and call the ride off. We had a good ride even if conditions were a bit testing. Andy took out both sprints and Joel showed some form on the first climb no doubt from his secret running cross training, or maybe he just remembered ... "what would Lance do?" (spread the hands out on the handle bars as you continue in a climb to give you that extra bit of breathing space.

A rider is born 28 August 2006

Matilda Jane Milewska near the Col d'Burgandy.

August some time - Damian's return

he may have had a few weeks off the riding but his return was nothing short of breaking all the rules and ethics of cycling with friends. First off he rode on the tail of Joel all the way from Kew to Moridialloc. When it came to the final sprint to the lights, he ducked out and dust flew everywhere as it was the first time his bike had seen some direct wind and he pulled out the win.

On the return trip, some older fellows lead the group into the final straight towards the coffee stop. Joel settled to sit behind the old timers happy that he didn't have to face doing all the work. They had led for some time so there is just no place to go out and out sprint them to a finish line that they may not even be going for. No stopping Damian who again blew past in only his second effort for the day to take the win.

Obviously no hard words at the coffee stop for again as Joel and Richard rolled off to take turns in taking the three of them home, Damian's performance out front was short of a website that loads too slowly and he sat up brought down the speed to 22 km/h and said he was tired.

There was 3, then there was 1 - 30/7/2006

and oh what a lonely number one must be. braving the last kilometers into the ferocious North Westerley was Alex. After completing almost 170 km's on the peninsula, he had to do the final 5km by himself. I can only imagine how the palms along Beakonsfield parade were bending and the gusts were throwing him over the road. Richard had turned around early and I had turned off for home. There was only one left on the road.