Rod's Return

It was great to see Rod back on the back after a 2 month hiatus and that was enough inspiration for me to fire up the blog again. It was a bit of a chilly morning so there were a few more jackets,arm warmers and long sleeve tops amongst the group. We have had some more rain in Bendigo over the past week so the dusty trails from last Sunday had been replaced by a more grippy trail and a few puddles. We have been giving the Fastaways track a fair work out in recent weeks (as a result of Steve and Tony discovering that its a lot more fun if you ride the loop in the opposite direction) so we decided to head over to One Tree Hill for a change of scenery.

We made our way there via Diamond Hill and the Burns St Track before crossing the Eppalock Rd and heading for the top of the Hill. Steve was keen to show us the South Face of One Tree Hill which most of us hadnt been on before. Its a very steep and rocky climb which would take a great effort to make in one go which none of us managed on this attempt. But it offers a great challenge and despite the tough climb we will all be going back another day to try again.

After a rest at the top we made our way down the other side and along a great down hill stretch that just keeps going before popping you out on Guys Hill Road. We did a bit more climbing before heading back through the bush to the Uni and on to Spencers for a well earned coffee.

The photo this week is of Tony modelling his new "Sweet Singletrack" jersey which he got for his birthday last week. Only one more year and Tony will join the elite competing in the "Super Masters" class.

Otway Odyssey Part 2

Unfortunately from my point of view the second half never become free flowing. Maybe it was because I was tired from the climbing in the first half, maybe it was the heat or the fact I didn’t stick to my food plan and missed my gel pack at the 40 km mark but in my mind and based on the times of a lot of riders, the second 25kms were tougher than the first.

I managed to keep Tony in sight for the first 15kms or so and then I he was gone. As I write this I am thinking that I should have made a bigger effort to keep up with him but at the time I was doing my best to keep going at my pace and there wasn’t anything extra in the tank to speed up.

The last time I saw Tony was when we came across a bit of a traffic jam at a section of the track that went down and up a gully. I guy had crashed and when I went past he was standing on the side of the track dusting himself off. As I came up out of the gully the track switched back on itself and I saw Tony. I yelled out to him to “try and keep the track clear” which must have made him speed up because I didn’t see him again till the finish line.

The section half featured some sandy sections which could trap you if you weren’t careful. Like the guy who fell off in front of me just after we passed a signpost that said “fly like a bird fall like a brick”. There was also the hazard of the native grasses that lined the track for many kilometres. Lucky it wasn’t sword grass or we would have a lot of competitors without arms and legs. I’m glad I ride with glasses on because the grass was brushing my face in lots of places. The last thing to keep you on your toes were some testing little log roll overs so there was never much time to relax.

Even though I was doing it tough I think it was the same story for lots of others because there were people stopped on the sides of the track on a regular basis. Some were vomiting, some were cramping and some were just resting. Others had punctures and mechanicals including one guy who was using his bike as a scooter because one crank had broken off.

I didn’t think that I was going very fast but there weren’t many people going past me either. On most occasions a question to whether the person behind wanted to pass was answered with “no thanks” or “this pace is OK”. At one stage I had two people behind me forming a mini train with them happy for me to lead. That was until my gears wouldn’t change and I had to stop to remove a fern frond which had wrapped itself around the rear cluster.

The last 10kms became a bit of a slog and I was counting the distance left down as a percentage of the course I had completed. I did this by doubling the distance travelled on my speedo. When I had done 40 kms I told myself that’s 80% of the course done. I knew that my speedo normally overstates the distance a bit so I didn’t expect to be in the footy ground when the 50km ticked over but I thought I would be within a km or two. It was about the 40km when I started hearing new noises from my bike. I tried to work out where they were coming from and when I couldn’t I would worry that something might break. So each time I had a negative thought I would start singing to myself to take my mind off the noises and just keep pedalling.

When my speedo showed that I had ridden over 50kms I knew that we must be getting close. We cleared the single track and got to enjoy a fast down hill run along a dirt road (55kph) which I expected to bring us out near the footy ground but we headed back into the bush for one last bit of single track. Then there was a couple of road crossings and then back into the bush before a run around the edge of the footy oval and onto the ground through the finishing shoot and across the line. My thanks to the kind people near the finish clapping and cheering which made you feel a little bit special for completing the course.

The picture shows me crossing the finish line. The time is wrong because the official time clock is for the 100km guys.
My time was 4.10.31
Tony did best with 4.07.22
Steve came home in 4.38.48
Brett did the 100km in 7.16.38 and had a nice bit of helmet hair to show for it.

Its two weeks after the event and if you asked me now if I would ride it again next year I would probably say no but who knows if I will still feel that way when it comes time to register for the 2011 event.

Otway Odyssey

On the 20th February the crew headed to the Apollo Bay area to compete in the Otway Odyssey. Tony, Steve and I were doing the 50km and Brett was doing the 100km as part of his training for the Terra Australis in March.

Well the 50km event is called the Otway Shorty but that doesn’t really do justice to how tough a ride it is. The website warned that the hill climb would “suck the thunder from your thighs” but I never expected that it would be from walking rather than riding. As well as training for the Otway Odyssey I have also been training for the Oxfam Trailwalker in April (100kms in 48hrs) and although I didn’t know it at the time my walking training was going to come in very handy.
We stayed in Skenes Creek which is on the coast and about 30kms from Forrest. We set our alarms for 5.30am to make sure that we were ready to leave at 6.30am giving us plenty of time to make the 8.00am start. The hour getting ready was spent trying to eat some food (not easy so early in the day), numerous nervous trips to the bathroom (sorry to the partners trying to sleep in the room next to the toilet) and double checking that all the gear was packed and especially our electronic timing bracelet.

It was a very pleasant 22 degrees on the coast but there was a very warm northerly blowing down the hill which wasn’t good news for Brett who was attempting the 100km event which started in Apollo Bay and climbed all the way to Forrest. By the time we got to Forrest the temperature had dropped to 18 and there was a layer of mist sitting in the valley which made Tony and I wonder if we made the right decision to leave our jackets at the house. But Metallica’s Black album had pumped us up during the drive and we were set to go as we pulled into the car park at the Forrest Footy ground. After time for another nervous pee we heeded the call to form up on the starting grid. We chose a spot half way along the “middle ring” group and checked out the guys around us. It was about this time that Tony decided he should check his tyre pressures which he discovered were a bit low. A quick top up for each tyre had him right to go in a few minutes (nothing like leaving it till the last minute).

As we waited nervously for the start an official was walking through the riders asking if everyone had their first aid kit (failure to have one would result in a 20 minute time penalty). Well some people are too honest for their own good because one guy answered no to the question even though there was no physical checking taking place. Tony and I had purchased our kits and we wanted to be asked so we could show that we had the right stuff. It was a bit like wanting to be pulled over for a breath test because you haven’t been drinking.

Anyhow the starting siren sounded and we slowly rolled through the start gate and off into the unknown. Our plan was to take it easy on the hilly first half and not get sucked in by the crowd and ride faster than we wanted which would leave us with nothing left for the second half. The first few kms were pretty uneventful, taking care not to touch wheels with anyone on the crowded fire trail and wondering when the climbing would start. Our hearts went out to the poor guys who suffered mechanicals early on and had to watch everyone ride past them. There was one surreal moment where the track went down hill and because of the dust being created by 500 bikes the riders ahead just all disappeared.

Well the picnic atmosphere didn’t last long as the track started to become a little steeper. The sign on the tree that said “Corporate Ladder” didn’t give us much confidence either as the track went up and up. Then all of a sudden there were people walking as the steep track and number of riders made pushing the granny gear futile and it was easier to join the masses on foot.
Well this was the pattern that the race followed for a good 10kms with a steep walk followed by a quick down hill before having another walk. By now the temperature had risen a few degrees and pushing your bike up hill at 3kms an hour is not easy.

Well some people can walk their bike fast, some can climb well and others go down hill quickly so there was a fair bit of passing and being passed by the same people. So for the rest of the climbing I seemed to be in a familiar group of riders which was like having your own little club amongst all these strangers. There was one final long climb to reach the high point and we were released onto the big downhill run. This climb went on and on but I hooked on to the back of a guy whose pace I liked and stuck with him to the top (thanks Mr Rapido on the black Ellsworth). This climb was almost enjoyable as I had a nice tempo going and my escort and I were passing a few people which gave me encouragement to keep going. The other thing I noticed was the view of the track ahead as you looked up you saw a snaking trail of colourful bike riders and you could easily tell where the track was headed.

After all the climbing it was a relief to hit the down hill section. But this still required concentration and effort. It was a fast piece of fire trail with a well worn left hand side and a right hand side covered in grass clippings having been recently mowed to widen the area. Now having two lanes gave you an option if you got stuck behind some one going slower than you would like but it was a little nerve wracking swapping from side to side at pace. There were a few casualties caused by this lane changing and it was safer to observe the Burnley tunnel etiquette of picking a lane and staying put. This downhill section was also tiring as it was mostly spent off the seat and with a lot of breaking evidenced by the smell of burning disc pads wafting through the bush. It was on this section when I heard a familiar voice yell out g’day Dave as Tony sped past me. I’d pulled a small break on Tony and Steve up the hills with my power walking but it hadn’t taken Tony long to catch me and we were sure that Steve wouldn’t be far behind.

Tony and I stayed together for the remainder of the first 25km loop and both got a nasty shock when we came face to face with the Sledgehammer near the end of this section. I thought we must have already done it because I thought the footy ground couldn’t be far away but alas I was wrong. This was another walking section for me but Tony made a valiant but ultimately vain attempt to ride it before also joining the walking brigade.

After the effort on the Sledgehammer the rest of the ride back to the Footy ground was relatively relaxing and highlighted by a group of young cheerleaders doing their routines in the middle of the bush. Now at this point I was in front of Tony and as I approached the cheerleaders they were just positioning themselves for a special routine and I knew Tony was going to arrive just in time for the full show. The routine involved four girls lifting one girl above their heads as she did the splits. Now I’m sure that as I went past they were all appropriately dressed, but Tony swears that the girl doing the splits was channelling Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct (no knickers) but I’m putting this down to a lack of water on Tony’s behalf.

After the excitement of the cheer leaders it wasn’t long before we rolled into the footy ground and stopped at our team tent set up along the track and grabbed some water and gel packs, checked our times (just on 2 hours for the first half) which we were pretty happy with and headed off expecting Steve to catch us somewhere along the free flowing second half.
To be continued…………..

The Whipstick

As I was booked on a fishing trip for Sunday morning Tony and I headed off for a ride Saturday instead. The fishing trip ended up being cancelled due to a Gale warning for coastal waters but at least you can count on the bush tracks to remain open.
We headed out West Bendigo through some of the fire affected areas and its good to see some rebuilding happening and new growth from the gum trees. We came out near the E'Hawk golf course and tried to link through to the Echinda trail without much Bitumen but ended up blocked by a fence and had to take a detour around. We followed the trail through to the Lightning Hill look out and then out whipstick road before ending up at the site where the TV show Eureka Stockade was filmed and then riding back to Rosalind Park.

Here is a picture of Tony's 2009 Giant Anthem x1
Ride distance 39.29kms
Ride time 1 hr 55mins

Eagle's Nest

It was a hot and humid morning so Brett, Tony and I decided to a bit of a shorter ride but throw in some hills for fun. We headed out Olympic Parade along the dam track and made our way to the back of Crusoe Res. That was the cruisy part of the ride because from there it was up some nasty hills towards the Eagles Nest. The first climb is what we have named The North Face. It is a rocky steep climb that only the fittest and most skilful can master and Brett did this morning. I was the first to start walking followed by Tony. We got our breath back at the top and then did the up and down trek across to the Eagles Nest which seemed pretty sedate after The North Face. But after all that climbing there has to be a descent and this one is a beauty especially the fast flowing section in the middle before you enter a small section of trees. This track brings you back to the rear of Crusoe Res and from there we headed up Phyllis St to the railway and back onto the Fenceline Track to Diamond Hill. I picked up a flat on the track through to Faugh a Ballagh so we fixed that and headed for the coffee shop.





Ride time 1 Hr 54 mins


Distance 34.5kms

One Tree Hill

One Tree Hill sure is a funny name for a hill covered in trees but it was one fallen tree that managed to bring Steve undone on this weeks ride. Brett, Tony, Steve and I decided to do some technical up and down work around One Tree Hill to sharpen our skills up a little. Things were going fine early on apart from a snake/lizard sighting (some of us didnt see it curled up off the track, the others couldnt decide if it was a snake or a lizard and no one was going back to check). But things got more exciting as we were heading down a rough descent, the track flattened out a little and was good to ride except for the fallen tree. Steve was leading on his hard tail and decided a little log hop was in order. The front wheel cleared the log no worries but the chain ring had other ideas and tried an impersonation of a chain saw as it tried to cut its way through the log. The end result was Steve on the ground with a bit of claret on his leg and a bit of gravel rash on his face. The picture shows the log, Steve checking everything still works and Brett getting out his multitool to give Steve's bike a wheel alignment. In true MTB style Steve continued the ride and even joined in a tough bitumen hill climb off Tannery Lane which although marked private road looked like it had been designed with bike riders in mind.

Distance 28 kms Ride time 2 hrs 5 mins

One of those mornings

This weeks ride was pretty low key in comparison to the big ride through the Wellsford Forest last week. It was only Tony, Steve and me who made it for a fairly leisurely roll out along old Murrays and back along new Murrays. We added in half of the extension from the back of the reservoir along the water race to add a few more ks to the trip. Tony was feeling a little nervy on the down hill sections, Steve was having a messy morning on the trails and I was still nursing a few sore spots from last weeks tumble so we made the wise decision to take it easy and not try any heroics. The good news was that we didnt have any flat tyres or break downs and we managed another couple of hours training for the Otway which is now only 4 weeks away.

The picture this week is of a reluctant Steve posing for a shot for the website outside Spencers Cafe where we have our after ride coffee each Sunday.

Distance 36kms Ride time 2 hrs 4 mins