Training ride report by Jarrad

Unfortunately, due to the commonly referred to fourth known dimension powering onwards without any regards for my life and tasks which i am both compelled and committed to complete along measured points of it, this report shall be rather short, and devoid of humour, wit, or intelligence.

The overcast, cold Saturday morning gave one of the first real signals that summer is definately gone and the Perth winter is on its way, however a fairly keen 15 or thereabouts rolled off with the fast group. Unfortunately, given my previous evening’s imbibements, my memory of the next half hour or so was both fuzzy and rather unpleasant, and i found that events are  more easily associated with sensations as opposed to times and locations (somewhere near Guildford), so after a while, i found Ryan calling for a smooth roll through somewhere around when my face and knicks and legs got wet.

With the group rolling through well, the wet roads painted us all a lovely shade of grey-brown, with the now added bonus of force feeding us fibre-rich road-grit-stuff, which tasted great too. Moving onwards, the roll through was working fairly well, but after a few kilometers, the pace was being pushed a little. Getting sick of eating the road-grit-stuff kicked up from the tyre infront, and with the others not appearing to immediately pull through, Captain Poser found himself riding along ahead of the bunch, which actually did provide welcome dry-face relief.

A few more kays gone by and The Flying Fynn rode up and onto the front to provide some pace-setting, with the rest of the group following behind, pretty much still in tact, although te majority of work being shared by a few. Down the hill and onto Welshpool, Jerard pulled a few turns, with a few of ther others, Dan B, Gregor, and maybe even Judd sporadically appearing at the front too.

Through Welshpool and onto the Albany highway the pace escalated with Jerard working quite hard on the front and Dan B and Gregor also pulling turns. The group, still pretty much together at this stage, came onto the rolling undulations, and The Captain attacked with The Flying Fynn, all of which resulted in nought as progress was impeded by an undecisive driver. A couple of sets of light further, and The Flying Fynn was at it again, jumping from the group and putting some speed on. Jerard chased, with the Captain (white) hot on his tail, with P1 and P2 now working together, the rest of the bunch chased honourably, but in vain, after a red light hampered their progress, and so the bunch was reduced to just three.

Rolling onwards towards the city, the three riders rolled through somewhat disjointedly, given the impending typical fast finish, however as we rolled onto riverside drive, it became clear that any sort of competition would be far too unsafe, and the three were happy to motor-pace behind a van.

All up a fairly reasonable ride, nice and safe, and back before all the other groups.

Apologies for the lack of intellect, til next week

The Captain…