FRIDAY - first day out, Vaughan showed me how 8 weeks TOTAL on a bike can belt a TdC vet who's let himself go, with consistent hill attacks against Mal leaving me wallowing down the back. Mal mentions a possible new bike on the way - what about the aqua/blue Learsport? It's an icon!! 50 pedestrian km's and I'm absolutely flattened.
SATURDAY - Cougar calls an Ettalong ride. Apparently the precipitation at his house didn't occur at Mal's house 125 metres up the road, as a result Mal, Shane and I hit out north into a fresh northerly breeze and 98 - 99.5% humidity. Shane's limited by his recovery from his first half-ironman and a diet the day before of rocket salad, and hence only JUST dissappears ahead in the distance on every hill. Mal's on his hammer, I'm limited by lack of fitness, leg strength and heart. But I'm still going.
On the downhill approach to Mooney Mooney Bridge, I'm following Mal at around 60kmh when I hear a very familiar sound - "PING". On dead flat road, on fairly new but run in Ultegra wheels, Mal busts ANOTHER spoke. Even better, Shimano have used an oversized spoke nipple on the 18 spokes so we can't recover the very-buckled wheel from hitting the frame. Shane gets us going but Mal and the Learsport are left with a front brake, a dodgy rear wheel and a long, long way from home, with descents, ascents and wet roads still to come
On the ferry the humidity cracks 100% and down comes the rain, however the rain jacket's useless because we're steaming ourselves. The northerly tailwind now is the only thing which is keeping my sorry legs and gunked-up lungs going. But still rolling.
Shane decides to take the easy route whilst recovering and pump out 20 more k's and 2 more hills, however Mal and I head uneventfully south. Until I hear from behind me (where Mal is riding) "PONG". Mal loses his right shifter cable and is now left with "hard"and "hardest" for gear choices with a couple of climbs to go. The Learsport's breaking down before our eyes! Mal however pumped through the last climbs with his rediculous gearing and I departed him having ticked off 130km. Allegedly the front wheel also shattered shortly after I left and Mal wheelied most of the way home until his handlebars fell off, however these events are unconfirmed.
Sat arvo saw Marty P, Mal and I in KOM at the same time and Mal get fitted for his spanking Six13, resplendent in navy blue and dura ace. Well done fella, but it's the end of an era!
SUNDAY - a lazy KOM ride, 60km on a fine morning. The KOM crew are good value and their Sunday ride is a relaxing affair, until they hit the hills where they just maintain their flat-road speed. My now hammered legs don't cooperate when the road goes up after the first km and I climb solo.
MONDAY - A lazy Christmas/cafe ride with Cougar, Mal, Denver, and "friend of TdC" Paul, which takes in 30km more than planned, a couple of stonking climbs and a great breakfast with loved ones down on the beach in Manly. A total of 85km in the end
Finally the legs are feeling a little better but still sore and stiff and a few rides with the TdC crew have the fire beginning to burn again.
TUESDAY (Christmas)- Well, if the 4 rides back and the comradery of the TdC crew re-established weren't enough to get me firing again, Meg pulls this chrissy present out...
Having sat in the corner since that amazing Wednesday despite my good intentions, the TdC canvas was spirited away, framed up and is now proudly on display in the lounge room. I wanted to go ride right there and then! It was easily up there with the
I can't wait for the Tour! See you all in 2008
Cheers