Saturday 11th Oct – Risely and South St

Ride report by Le Kuan

After waiting for the latest news on the blog, I came to the conclusion that it would probably be too much to expect Peter to write it up as he did not actually do the ride (but his presence was not far).

We milled around the car park, numbers swelling but a little directionless. Many had just turned up “to do the ride” and not checked the route. Some had checked the route, but not looked at the map. I was in the position where I had checked where we were meant to be going, and somewhat remembered the way from previous excursions. My last attempt at leading the group on the ride was one Sunday after the meeting point had just changed. We had a few detours in suburban Como, which resulted in one of the riders leaving in disgust.

Anyway, being the “leader” by default, we progressed up the climbs of Coode Street. We hadn’t got far, when I was encouraged to see that Pete had taken on the role of Tour photographer Graeme Watson, and had positioned himself on one of the slopes. I got out of the saddle, to try to make myself look more powerful in the shots, as it’s all about the look you know. I digress, but I can’t help but think that young Ben’s childhood memories will unfortunately be filled with sweaty men in green tights.

spr tours murdoch drive
spr tours murdoch drive

I was beginning to get the hang of leading, with Dr Markus (not a urologist) in front of our procession. I was musing to myself what a responsible task it was, pointing out the road hazards, not getting lost, and most importantly setting the tempo so that our social group did not get strung out, gasping for air, and unable to indulge in the Saturday chit chat. There’s little danger of us going too fast with me leading the way (it’s bloody hard work – especially after going for a ride before the ride with Ryan and Jerry).

We had a bit of a warming up spin, picking Dougy up on Canning Highway before crossing the freeway. I had in fact made it to the hills of Risely Street before having to let others have a go setting pace. A traffic light split the group, but we were soon united by some soft pedalling. The boys (it’s always the boys) must have woken up eager as the pace picked up on Murdoch Drive to the stop lights on South Street after another photo opportunity.

When we stopped to turn right at the lights, we groaned as we saw a huge truck slowly headed for Fremantle with what must have been a part of an oil rig (or for Jerry’s new outdoor barbecue in his new palace). It was useless for drafting as it was mainly comprised of air between what must have been 10,000 tonnes of steel bars. There was a long procession of already irate drivers, and 50 bikes taking up the inside lane may have caused an ugly scene. Miraculously, the lights changed, letting us follow behind the convoy and a suspiciously nervous looking learner driver. Much unlike other sprint stages, the group did not just swarm en-masse all over the road. I was surprised to see a relatively orderly pace line. People must have been intimidated by the traffic and truck (you may beat it on the way up a hill, but it may catch you coming down). As the truck pulled away however, people were starting to go for it. The undulating hills do me no favours as I dropped back due to my nemesis – gravity.

Pete, you need to get one of these so we can recognise you
Pete, you need to get one of these so we can recognise you

We regrouped at the Stock road lights where a small traffic jam had formed due to the large load attempting to make a left turn. The cyclists threaded trough the stationary cars and fortuitously, we were all together again after turning right. We saw Ryan talking to someone in a car, and thought that he was giving a motorist a serve, but were relieved when we saw it was Pete (he sure does get around). We mostly kept it together up the hill, over the top, and down again to regroup at the lights. Through the lights, we made a left turn up the steady climb on Marmion Street. Although it was not a designated “sprint point”, the wolves were ready for blood, and again everyone was off. I also made note that Davina was NOT having a rest day today. The climbs and descents made for fast and spectacular riding, more so for one young lad whose rear dérailleur had exploded.

The pace naturally came down as we made the turn left onto Stirling Highway. It accelerated however thanks to the efforts of Nick on the front. I could see the signs that some people were less comfortable with the pace, so I self-righteously went to the front to bring it down a bit. It worked to some extent as we headed north along Fremantle’s beaches, being buffeted by the wind. Words of warning to keep the pace down through Cottesloe were going through my mind, when the pace again went up. You can’t hold back all that testosterone and it was all hell for leather again (if you DO want to hold back the testosterone for some reason, come and see me at work and I’ll “fix” you up). From memory, it was a lovely day with plenty of sunshine and beautiful waves and other scenery, but I can’t picture it clearly, as it was a blur of speed.

spr taking it "easy" through cott
spr taking it easy through cott

The pace eventually settled, as we went through the busy part of Cottesloe, courtesy of a lady walking in front of the bunch with a pram, underestimating the power of bike brakes. It’s hard to stop confidently when your brakes are just some pencil erasers rubbing onto a skinny aluminium rim. Spent, the group (likely less a few members) made for the hills toward Swanbourne and Dalkeith. The hills and traffic fragmented the Rouleurs who managed again to regroup at the Dalkeith lights. Here I resumed my customary place stalking the back of the group. Pace is really not going to be too quick down the double bends. It did pick up past Waratah Avenue and on the slight descent past the Bowls club. The subsequent rise in the road always sorts riders by their level of commitment, and we were soon rewarded by the fall and sweeping bend of one of my favourite pieces of road. The hill seems perfect for powering up, as you are always carrying a bit of speed. It depends on unfortunately your level and duration of power in what style you make it to the top. Wheezing breathlessly, I managed to stay in touch with those I had overtaken earlier to make it down the hill, past UWA. My least favourite road is the roundabout that has been under construction for three months. I suspect that in China the same bit of tarmac would be built overnight on a public holiday.

Anyway as we turned down Mounts Bay Road, you could feel the tension of the sprint. The pace wound up and the group stretched out in single file. I couldn’t see over the horizon to the lead, but I think it was Nick doing the CSC thing to punish everyone again. No guts, no glory, so I made a move to reach the front. By the time I had reached about ¾ up, I knew it was futile and time to seek refuge in the gap Schneiderman had considerately opened. From there, it was hang on and grit your teeth, waiting for the sawing sound of rubber on the road for the green flash to ride past. I looked up to see that Ryan had miraculously come from behind to win the sprint closely followed by Jerry. (Those who write further Saturday blogs are free to cut and paste the preceding sentence. As you may conclude, here is not much you can do to maintain any tension whatsoever, as the end result is as predictable here as any cheap porno – but less messy).

the leader enjoys his well deserved pink milkshake
the leader enjoys his well deserved pink milkshake

Efforts over, we weaved (courteously crossed the lanes) all over the road to get to the coffee shop. This is probably where some coordination really is needed as we must avoid becoming road-kill. Instinctively, I know that everyone moves to the left, but unless you are leaving the group and headed for South Perth on the path, you should really be on the rightmost lane to cross the road. Also, it helps to indicate to the cars who surely must be confused by riders in all three lanes. Calling out cars also helps those riders in front without mirrors. No point ending a good ride (and it was very good) on a bad note – kudos to Pete who seems bordering on insanity with his dedication to keeping the rides worth attending (as reflected by the swelling numbers).

Daylight Saving

Comment by Chris

Personally I’m not a fan, I like to train in the morning and during summer the mornings are great. Daylight saving steals away the chance to spend some time in the sun before

work and enjoy the mornings after the long cold winter.

Having idiots like this on my side doesn’t help though, even if it is very amusing.

daylightsaving

Anyway, have to go buy some new curtains to replace the ones that faded last year ’cause of all that extra daylight.

ride routes 11th & 12th oct

so i added a couple more pages to the website this week.  all the saturday and sunday ride routes that we currently do have been posted for your perusal.  it also makes the blog part a bit neater as i will now just put the name and number of the saturday and sunday routes and you can look them up on the following pages.  i am currently working my way through them and re-mapping with the mountain and sprint points marked so people know what is going on.  i will add another page explaining the point system.

so, where are we riding today.

 

saturday 11th oct – saturday ride 09 (risely & south st)

sprint sections will be the portion of south street over the rolling hills then regroup and the normal final run into dalkeith.  take it easy past cottesloe as it is too busy to be playing boy racer.  i will not be riding this saturday for two reasons.  firstly i have races the next three weekends so am taking a family day instead.  secondly i finally got some new titanium hardware.  unfortunately it has been drilled into my lower jaw and i am not allowed to exert myself for three days.  should be right to go for the race on sunday though.

 

sunday 12th oct – sunday ride 03 (kahuna & peet & patterson)

as i will be at northam for the wonderful handicap race, someone will have to take note of the first five place finishers at each of the climbs.  the landmarks for the finish of the climbs should be pretty easy – first up kahuna, first to rolleystone high school, first to the top of the observatory and first to coffee.

View from the Back End – spring has sprung

A vast improvement in the turnout this morning meant that Nick could spend more time on the back end…..highlights from the spray zone were:

In the Category of “36 tonnes of Attitude” – the winner is ….

……. Pete Mah for his effort to inspire a change of heart from the driver of Road Train 1CBA 784. At least the excuse wasn’t the usual ” I didn’t see you”, more like “you cyclists deserve to die”. A refreshing exchange was had by all.

I was inspired to reinstate a swear jar for the rides, or alternatively we could point score the rides with sprint, hills, and abusive interpretive dance routines. Needless to say Ryan is taking full responsibility for quoting the wrong number plate and having some innocent grandmother of 10 getting frisked by a robust policeman.

Other highlights on the “Great Perth Bike Ride” circuit were numerous –

4 black swan cygnets along Burke Drive, a Royal Spoonbill in the reeds at Melville Waters, a swooping magpie that seemed to have a grudge against Ryan’s white helmet, and 5 dolphins at Canning Bridge.

Lucky to be off the paceline.

bike weight

lightweight goodness
lightweight goodness

so after our bike weigh-in at the spr breakfast i saw my poor bike slip further and further down the leaderboard.  so much so that it now resides in the bottom third in the rankings.  it was a contentious point at home with me complaining that my bike is too heavy. 

i thought that i was on a winning argument until it was pointed out how many of these lighter bikes are beating my poor old fondriest up the hill on sunday.  based on recent results, only three maybe four fall into that category and therefore i must not need to lighten my bike. 

luckily i purchased my new hubs both before the weigh-in and before the aussie dollar went belly up.  coming in at 190g lighter than a set of dura-ace these little beauties come from jens’ homeland and also come with a weight restriction, so i better not pack on too much weight when baby number two comes along.

Cyclo-Sportif: Pedali a Pickering


Pedali a Pickering is the last team Cyclo-Sportif event for the year.

The course is a 25k loop which is covered 1x for the C distance, 2x for the B distance and 3x for the A

distance.


Entrance fee of $40 covers registration and lunch.

$18 day licence on the day for those needing one.


The last Cyclo-Sportif saw 2 SPR teams… Let’s see if we can get 3this time.

There will hopefully be 2 A teams (fast and not-quite-but-nearly-as-fast) and

at least one B team.

Good fun and a great

atmosphere.

Peter will need to organise teams so e-mail him by Sunday 12th October: southperthrouleurs@hotmail.com

“Evil Brownies” will be provided for all participants 😉

B Team Riders – Request

i’m looking for a training ride for mid week mornings (perhaps twice a week). 

is there such a thing for the non ‘A’ group riders ie ‘A’ group wannabes… 

if not perhaps we could organise something? i’m thinking a 6.00 or 6.30 start and say 40-60 kms?

if something is already in place  – please let me know (ie post a comment here)- i don’t want to barge in.

cheers,

John

(still suffering new bike psychosis…)

sunday 5th oct – welshpool & mundaring & kalamunda

ride report by peter.

 

after a wet day on the bike yesterday we were all looking forward to a nice dry ride and to forecast said it would be so.  however, the lack of cloud cover meant that the temperature bottomed out at around 4 degrees over night even thought we were aiming for a top of 20.  This always causes a dilemma for me as i know that it will be cold for the first part of the ride but hot at the end and i hate to overheat.  we had a smaller than usual group at the start this morning and some of our regulars are away which kept the numbers down to about 15 or so.  a couple of new riders came out and we found out later that this was to be jules’ longest ride he had ever done.  the winner of this years menzies-kalgoorlie race, paul was also coming along with us today.

 

the course took us out welshpool road before heading around mundaring weir and through darlington before heading to coffee via kalamunda road.  all up we were looking at over 100kms and over 1300m of climbing.

 

we rolled out and headed to welshpool via orong road for a change.  the trip was pretty much uneventful though i did discuss the idea of mountain points for each of the main climbs with a few of the guys.  basically to make the climb more “fun” a set number of points are available for the first 5 riders to crest the climb.  on today’s ride there were four “categorised” climbs that would yield points.  welshpool rd, two on the way round mundaring and finally kalamunda rd.  each climb would give 10, 7, 5, 3, 1 points for those places.  at the end of the ride, the points will be accumulated and at the end of the month, the climber of the month will be “awarded”.  this “competition” will continue regardless of whatever races are on.  for example, next week i intend to race the northam classic but since the hills ride will still be on, whomever turns up will still accumulate points.

 

so we hit the bottom of welshpool as a group and proceeded to find our own position in the group.  we strung out fairly quickly and tackled the first section at a reasonable pace.  after the first kink in the road ronny and alistar attacked and managed to gap the group a bit.  with still quite a bit of the hill to go, i wasn’t chasing and followed my plan of sticking to mike’s wheel as he ground his way up.  we eventually picked them up about halfway to the servo and spat ronny out the back.  alistar jumped back on the train and the five of us continued to follow mike’s wheel.  just after the servo ryan attacked and brendan and alistar went with him.  i was still on mike and he wasn’t chasing anyone.  i didn’t feel i had the legs to go anyway and thought i would stick to the tried and true mike method.

 

he continued to grind his way up the false flat section and onto the next pinch.  it didn’t seem to slow him much and he continued up at the same pace leaving me fighting for air by myself.  pretty soon he had caught the front three and they continued on.  by about the third pitch in this part of the climb, brendan had been unhitched from the group and i was making ground on him.  i managed to catch him on the second last bit of hill and saw that ryan had also been dropped by mikes relentless pace.  i gauged the distance and realised that i couldn’t make up that much ground before the end so resigned myself to fourth place. 

 

alistar – 10, mike – 7, ryan – 5, peter – 3, brendan – 1.

 

a regroup at the top and slowly the riders all filtered through.  we were waiting a while for declan and ronny had to go looking for him as we were unsure if he had turned off or not, but he finally made it to the regroup point.  we headed off through the picturesque bickley valley and onto mundaring weir road.  lisa, declan and ronny turned off and up to kalamunda as the rest of us headed towards mundaring weir and onto mundaring township for the next regroup.  this stretch contained two climbs that would yield points and i explained to everyone what was going on with the competition.  it definitely revved a few guys up as there were attacks coming almost straight away as alistar and then paul went hard up the first part of the hill and i jumped on.  we hit a good tempo but were reeled in by the first corner by a sizable group.  it seemed that people were going to push that bit harder for some points.

 

the top of the climb was to be at the intersection of asher rd which was just after the crest of the hill.  to get there, the road would step up a number of times and could be quite draining on the legs.  our pace was nicely high and we slowly dropped riders until it was only the same five as the welshpool climb.  just before the camel farm, ryan attacked and no-one reacted.  i jumped around the group and told him that we had a gap.  he wanted to know if that means we should go faster, but i said that if he keeps us away, i wouldn’t contest the points.  we stayed away.

 

ryan – 10, peter – 7, mike – 5, brendan – 3, alistar – 1.

 

steve soon bridged across to us as we continued downhill towards the weir.  we were riding like it was a race and people were taking turns and occasionally rolling through to keep the pace high.  we picked up another group out training in the hills and they hung onto us for a short time before our pace was too high.  we smashed it down into the weir and up the other side.  staying together well on the climb, it wasn’t until the final pitch up to the round-about that ryan attack and brendan and alistar went with him.  ryan was first to the top and did a victory lap of the round-about while mike turned left and continued onto mundaring township.  i mentioned to them that it was first to the roundabout in mundaring town, not mundaring weir, but they never really listen to instructions anyway. 

 

mike now had a sizable gap on us and the chase was on to bring him back.  unfortunately, getting him back on a hill usually takes a big effort that none of us were willing to make.  we took turns setting the pace and still had him in sight as we crested the last climb.  i was on the front and had just looked at my hr monitor to see it peak at 188 bpm when alistar attacked and tried to get away.  ryan and brendan jumped across and this seemed to take some impetus out of his attack and he slowed enough for me to catch back up.  as we got closer to the final roundabout we had made up some ground on mike but it still looked like he would nail it.  i attacked and made an attempt to bridge across.  brendan and ryan jumped on but alistar swore loundly as we screamed past him.  a moments hesitation from me as we caught mike entering the traffic islands around the round-about and brendan and ryan slipped past me before i managed to also get around mike.

 

brendan – 10, ryan – 7, peter – 5, mike – 3, alistar – 1.

 

the rest of the group all filtered in and i made a point to make the sprint line a bit further up the road as racing into an round-about was not ideal.  we continued onto darlington and most of this was generously downhill and even the uphill sections were taken at a moderate pace.  we came up over ridgehill rd past the base of the zig-zag which was celebrating some type of zig-zag family day.  it meant that we had a couple of impatient motorists behind us that wanted to show how tough they were by passing us very close.  nice.

 

we had to wait for jules once we got back to kalamunda road and this should have been a warning sign to us.  new rider, struggling, says he is alright.  we should have asked about food and drink, but we will get to that afterwards as it was discussed in depth at the coffee shop.  we took off and paul and clare turned for home as did doug.  the rest of us were headed into the final climb. 

 

mike was on the front early and pushed his relentless pace to the point were i fell clear of his wheel.  i dropped back a bit and alistar set the pace for a while to try to minimize the losses to mike.  on the first “plateau” ryan sprinted across to mike and i tried to join him.  alistar was left swearing to himself again but soon caught me as i only made it halfway across.  at the next pinch, he dropped me as i had nothing left to chase with.  i went into damage control mode for the rest of the hill, but kept an eye behind me to make sure brendan or steve didn’t zoom past for the points.  no need to worry as brendan said he bonked on the hill and went into hunger flat.  it was soon rectified at the coffee shop.

 

mike – 10, ryan – 7, alistar – 5, peter – 3, brendan – 1.

 

as we refueled the starving bodies, dr melvyn came in quite late with the new guy, jules.  jules looked like death warmed up and we quickly realised that he had totally hit the wall.  we threw food and drink at him and he then went to order dome stuff inside.  it turns out that it was his first hills ride and also the longest one he has ever done.  he went out with the bike force guys on saturday and they mentioned this ride but said it was pretty hard.  he thought he would have a crack anyway.  with no breakfast, no food and just one bottle of water, he hit the wall on ridgehill road and totally died on kalamunda rd.  we had a big discussion on pre-ride nutrition and what to bring on the ride.  i will have to make an effort to ask any new riders about this before we head out again.  after devouring a coke, hot choc, bread roll, a couple of croissants he was right to go.

 

lisa was still at the coffee shop once we got there but after turning off early she did two repeats of kalamunda road before meeting us for coffee.  so at the end of the day she also managed four pretty big climbs.

 

the return trip was pretty uneventful.  i was talking to jules with brendan and steve in front of us.  we got separated at the lights and never made it back onto the group until vic park.  i lead the group home along berwick and brendan and i kept and eye on ryan to watch him do the “i can’t clip in” thing at the second last set of lights.  we were held up at the final set but when they changed, he shot up the right lane and over the hill.  jens and i chased him but i ran out of puff by the time we came down the hill and watched brendan and steve fly past.  ryan managed to hold everyone off till the end.

 

so, 108kms on my speedo by the time i got home and over 1400m of climbing.  no wonder i am tired.  hopefully this puts me in good stead for the northam classic next week which covers 125kms with five times up the hill leading out of northam. 

 

the final wash up of mountain points were as follows –

 

ryan – 29

mike – 25

peter – 18

alistar – 17

brendan – 15

saturday 4th oct – spr breakfast ride

ride report by peter.

 

which one will i ride today - my garage is finally how i want it
which one will i ride today - my garage is finally how i want it

i woke to the dreaded sound of rain this morning and the sound of cars swishing past.  normally this is not a problem, but this morning was our spr breakfast and a wet ride would mean soggy riders in my house.  the only saving grace was that the rain only lasted briefly and was over by 5:30am.  hopefully the roads would be dry by the time we started.

 

we had close to 40 people rsvp for the breakfast and we usually pick up a few more on the day, so i was expecting a decent turn out.  there are also those that will ride but not stay for breakfast, so our numbers were up over 50 by the time we headed off.  we were playing the amended banister road course this morning as we needed to finish in como rather than the city so the shorter ending meant we would extend the ride down to stock road.  back along south street and up banister before nicholson and albany hwy.  a detour along manning road would bring us to como rather than the causeway.

 

the ride started well enough, we managed to get caught at the lights quite a bit and it split the group as expected.  it was the usual disjointed start but we eventually found our way down canning at a leisurely pace.  the hill preceding the stock road intersection was always going to be interesting even at a leisurely pace it would be too fast for some riders and the group fell apart a bit there.  not real problem though as we regrouped at the red light.

 

along the rolling hills of stock road we maintained an easy pace and there was minimal damage to the group.  i continued to play the sheepdog roll and flitted between the front and back of the group to help it stay together.  once we turned onto south street, the rolling hills became a bit bigger and a few riders like stu and mike fell back to help some of the struggling ones get back on.  as this was a breakfast ride, i wanted the group to arrive as much of a group as possible.  a few friendly lights meant that we hit banister road as a pack.  it was also when the rain started.

 

when we left the car park this morning there was clouds to the north and to the south with showers pouring out of each.  we were dry but heading south.  looks like we caught up to it.

 

a sea of green in the lounge room
a sea of green in the lounge room

the rain wasn’t particularly heavy, but in a big group it doesn’t need to be as the spray from your own tyres, the rider in front and the one in front of that, all seem to be landing on your head.  the road was quite wet so the spray was probably double the actual rainfall.

 

the pace stepped up somewhat and riders began pushing to the front.  no real roll though, but more like a series of continuous attacks that drove the pace higher.  in the wet conditions it made for an interesting experience, but at no time did i feel like it was dangerous.  the aussie crates boys, brendan and steve, were forcing the pace along with the usual suspects like nick and jens.  the absence of ryan meant that there would be no last minute flyer up the side to blow everyone apart, but the pace was starting to take it’s toll.  i eventually made a move as i thought that we were coming to the end of banister road, but i miscalculated as we still had a way to go.  it was dryer at the front, however, until the aussie crates led the pack back around me. 

 

pretty soon we were at the end and from what i could see through rain drenched glasses, the crates boys got there first.  we slowed, or rather were slowed by the lights to allow the majority of the group a chance to rejoin.  a gentle pace along nicholson gave me a chance to drop back and help a few struggling riders. 

 

as we approached the lights at spencer rd i looked up to see a rider on the ground and a few others getting untangled.  the rest of the group were already up the road, so no real chance in getting them back.  it turns out that canadian bill, took off to fast and smacked into the rear wheel of jens.  canada came off second best in the coming together of nations as jens stayed upright, while bill ended up on the deck.  not real damage apart from a big can of humility, which has probably now doubled after everyone gets to read it on the blog. 

 

the group had gone, so mike, stu and myself got this litte group of about seven of us together and headed for home in the rain.  quite uneventful really, except for the dry roads around curtain uni, which showed that it had only rained around the canning vale area. 

 

more green
more green

the soggy group had started filing into the garage by the time i got home, and it was shoes and socks off and water wrung out of armwarmers and gloves before heading in.  lorraine and kate and jody had the place prepared and there was hot food and coffee awaiting.  the toasted ham and cheese sangas were a hit along with the big pot of hot chocolate which was not big enough apparently.  there were massive amounts of food and i am pretty sure that no-one went home wanting.  we had set up tables outside again, in the vain hope that the weather would have been nicer, but it wasn’t to be.  hopefully the next one in three months time will yield better results weatherwise. 

 

the breakfast entry also provided a ticket in the raffle and the two ritchey torqkeys went to doug and ryan.  the pump went to lisa and the conti attack/force tyres went to brendan, well actually his better half jody’s ticket won them, but he has the bike.

 

we then had the bike weigh in as people were dragging there bikes out of the garage.  the biggest surprise was the darren managed to whittle a bit more off his already exceedingly light bike to come in at 5.94kg.  well under the uci legal limit of 6.80kg.  fortunately for him, he doesn’t race so the uci will not be checking anytime soon.  after davina’s superlight specialized (the benefit of being sponsored) there is a massive glut of cervelos, with four r3’s coming within 100 grams of each other.  there may be some weight saving coming up before the next breakfast between these guys to see who can get the upper hand.  with this bulk of lighter bikes grabbing the top positions, my 8.34kg (forgot to reweigh mine) seems rather heavy.  that is till we chucked phil and noel’s 10+kg monsters on the scales.  these guys are carrying the equivalent of 4-5 full drink bottles of extra weight when they ride.   i think i can see a good purchase for that christmas bonus this year boys.  in the meantime, it will only make you stronger.

a couple of intruders in the house - the crates boys, brendan and steve
a couple of intruders in the house - the crates boys, brendan and steve

 

so another successful breakfast (in my opinion anyway) and it gave everyone an opportunity to catch up a bit more.  lorraine (and kate) did another outstanding job on the food and the doggy bags didn’t go un-noticed even though they were stuffed down the font of a few guys vests.  i now have enough evil brownies to last me a week, well a few days at least.  they will probably go straight to my hips.

ride routes 4th & 5th october

as it is the spr spring breakfast this saturday, the ride route will finish at my place in como instead of the usual coffee-shop sprint.  please remember that it is $10 per person and you will get more than enough food and coffee as well as a chance to win some raffle prizes.

the sunday hills ride will tackle most of the major climbs around kalamunda as we will need to burn off all the muffins and those evil brownies that lorraine makes.

saturday 4th oct – spr breakfast ride

sunday 5th oct – welshpool & mundaring & kalamunda

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