CX Season Is Here

You know how it is, when you have to wait for something that seems a long way off, and you are really looking forward to it, and then one day it finally arrives and its like “Yippee!”.  That’s how it feels now that CX season is underway, although as you might wonder about my mental stability, at around 20 mins into a 45 minute race when your heart rate is at 90% and you realise you are only half way, you do have to wonder why?

Well the last two weeks I’ve been lucky enough to jump on a Cyclocross bike and it really is a great way to get some fitness and have some fun riding bikes.

This week it was the first round of a 4 race series hosted by Central Coast Cycling Club and it has all the hallmarks of being a great series.  A reasonable turnout, lets face it, I’d love to see it double or triple in size.

The course was great fun with just enough climbing and some pretty technical little single trail descents that would be challenging enough on a Mountain bike.  There was a great long sandy section and plenty of barriers to practice your dismounts and re-mounts. Our Masters “A” grade was a pretty tight affair with two riders taking off like scalded cats from the start line.  As I couldn’t quite match their speed, I just found my threshold and went about keeping that pace for the next 40 minutes.  Fellow NSCC rider Dave O’Connell was never far behind and was unlucky to drop a chain on the last lap but that left me to soft pedal over the line for 3rd place.

There were some pretty cool sponsors there, a local craft brewer (Six Strings Brewery), a local coffee Roaster (Natomi Coffee) and a new sports product on trial called Athletes Gel.  James who is as sports physiologist has developed this product as a pre and post workout remedy for sore muscles.  Backed by a lot of Science, its a completely new take on the old Dencorub/Deep Heat/Tiger Balm idea.  Only this one really works, just a 5 minute massage with James special recipe and the legs already began to feel rejuvenated.  I’m looking forward to trying this out over a period of time to see if it really can help with recovery.

Here are a few pics

Love this shot of Garry Millburn exiting the sand pit with the sand cascading up off the back tyre.
Fellow Graveleur enjoying the applause from fellow beardy man
Mike Iz negotiating one of the many barriers on course

Thanks to CCCC for putting on a great morning of cycling and to all the supporters

Photo credit to Gary White Sports Photography

Keep riding

Mike

Thunderbolts 2018

I’d seen the photos and heard the reports from last year.  Thunderbolts Adventure was a ride not to be missed again and I had it firmly in the “A” column for 2018.  Little did I know that just 2 weeks out I’d be called up to “run” the damn thing.  All jokes aside, I was stoked to be invited by co-founder of Graveleur, James “Ned Kelly” Wilson, to fly the flag for Graveleur and just be there to see the ride got off to a great start.

My prep was less than ideal to the point where I was driving up late Friday night through driving rain after a challenging week of life.  Upon arriving at the Roundabout hotel, I wasted no time in doing as little bike prep as possible (I’ll get to that in the morning!), and I dozed off into light sleep to the dulcet tones of the local 80’s revival band droning away the night.  Come morning, I felt refreshed and ready to take on this monster of a ride.  I had a couple of false starts getting out of the hotel room and then realised I had no idea where the ride started.  Nice work Mike! After a frantic message back to HQ, I found the meeting point with minutes to spare.  The introductions went like this…

“Hi everyone, I’m Mike, sorry I’m late!” …..crickets….tumbleweed…awkward

Still, after a few handshakes and a quick whip around of names and ensuring all were ready for a REALLY BIG SELF SUPPORTED (#ItsYourRide) ride, we rolled out and I figured the least I could do was sit on the front in the wind for a while to make up for my disorganised self.

After a few k’s, the conversations in the bunch took on a friendly note as we marvelled at the mist lifting out of the valley.  The rain had abated for now and we were treated to a glorious sunrise start to the day.  We stuck together for the first few hours holding a nice tempo and everyone was revelling in the crisp clear country air, giggling at the few weir crossings at who could get across without getting their feet wet…..yeah no one!

Before long we hit the first climb and this would the time when the bunch splintered as people were content to set their own pace up the mountain.  Cam headed off into the distance, it wasn’t until later I learned he was a G2I Div B winner, so yeah, he can ride a bit.

I kept Morgs on a short leash and that’s the way it went for most of the day, it’s always a great pleasure to find a comrade content to match your pace, chat away, admire the views together and just enjoy the sheer pleasure of listening to miles and miles of gravel pass under rotating rubber.

As we climbed further, the weather turned from mild Autumn to something resembling pretty dismal winter’s days, cold and wet, but nowhere near enough to dampen our enthusiasm. The other “interesting” fact about the climb was I found I had nowhere near enough gears.  My 1st gear was a quad crushing 32rx42f, and Morgs wasn’t much better equipped so we learned to grind….and grind and grind.  Did someone mention this was a steep climb? Putting it simply there are 2 REALLY big climbs on this ride and on the second climb there was a fair bit of letter posting going on as I weaved my way up one pedal stroke at a time.

Michael (and partner) plus Andy were close to the summit with water, bananas and sweets which was very welcome.  Adam also provided great support from his motorbike and had his own adventure to tell at the finish! The climb continued a little further on with more cold mist, but then like magic as we passed through the Polblue Trail gate, it was like someone flicked a switch, and we were greeted with beautiful blue skies, cotton ball clouds, warm sunshine and dusty gravel.

Photo Credit Charl. I’d recognise those wheels anywhere 🙂

The descent down to Moonan Flats was great fun, but the hamburgers that greeted us at the café for lunch were even better.  The locals welcomed us warmly and not with a little intrigue as we signed the checkpoint at the pub and carried on our journey…how far have you ridden?…..yes, I’m know you don’t like to drive that far…..sigh.

We saw Cam for a few minutes before he set about putting even more time into the rest of us.  Everyone else followed us into the café not long after we’d ordered so it was great to share a few stories and just enjoy the fellowship of the ride.  Fuelled up, Morgs and I set out for the second climb.  The profile appeared to go straight up and I was seriously worried about how I’d ever ride up it, but thankfully, the profile on the Garmin was not accurate and for the most part the climb was manageable in the saddle.

The second passage along the ridge top of the Barrington’s was really the most stunning country you can imagine, with lush green pastures, green grey ghost gums and countless flocks of rosellas and other birdlife dazzling before our eyes on smooth gravel roads.

The next descent was pretty rocky and I ended up getting a little tear in the side wall of the rear tyre.  Thankfully Morgs pulled out his trusty plug tool and the leak was patched in no time.  By this stage I was starting to fade a little, so I bid farewell to Morgs as he powered on and I took a little time to get some more food in.  Even though the last 40km are nett downhill, there are a bunch of tough little bergs to get over so at this point it was just a matter of keep moving and don’t look back.  One final rain shower passed over just before sunset, but the rainbow view was well worth it.

My final challenge as the light began to fade was whether I’d have enough battery left in my lights, ummm ok so chalk up another lesson learnt for the day.  I hadn’t counted on needing them at this end of the ride so once again I was reminded of the importance of thorough preparation before a ride like this and having a backup plan.  Thankfully the route stuck to mostly quiet dirt backroads into Gloucester and I was thankful for the full moon lighting the track well enough.  Yes, the iPhone torch did come in handy too.

Upon reaching the finish at the Roundabout Pub, I found Cam had already showered and cleaned up.  Morgs hadn’t got in long before me and set me up with some much-needed replacement carbohydrates in the form of an amber fluid.  Perfect!

Thanks to everyone who came out for what was truly an epic day on the bike, and especially to those who supported us in their motorised vehicles.  It’s sometimes hard to explain everything you experience from spending 12 hours perched upon a bicycle saddle but it’s a day that I won’t easily forget. And for all the right reasons. Its also worth reflecting on the fact that at the end of the day, all were present and accounted for and each rider had a story to tell of adventure, fun and perhaps just a little adversity that required some effort to overcome.  We are about gravel riding for everyone and we hope to see many more of you join us in 2019.

Keep Riding

Mike