FTOTM Lunch Club reminder, and Monday Ride Report

Afternoon all

Slightly belated report today…..

Many in the barriers this morning with energy to burn given few outings on the weekend due to the high humidity. Schleck on his not-oft-ridden Scott MTB, Agro, Capt, Kimba, Crashant – a great crowd and a crowd of greats out to greet the Fatty O’Barrell at the annointed hour. Good to see Matt back on the (real) pedals too – after peddling the CBD sale via FB lately….

My various discussions en route – sailing around Tasmania, ASX to go sub-4000, ER charity effort in Asia next year, Brownie not yet paying his way in the GiroTip, Agro’s doctorate in Accounting – where else could you squeeze such a diverse range of topics into 45 minutes. Without even a chance of catching diseases floating around CityRail this time of year.

Disappointing the much publicised FM return ride on Friday night was only attended by our Captain – the hoardes of press must have been disappointed.

ER 2012 Fridge Magnet in final draft version – hopefully awaiting word from Lady Satnav re availability of Opera House for the Xmas Party. Or the Hornsby RSL if Allen’s already have the OH booked up.

FTOTM Lunch Club tomorrow – Bav Bier Caf at 24 York Street, first schnitzel dropped at 12.30pm. Let me know if you can’t access the spreadie (tradesman’s term) and I’ll drop you on.

Have to get back to it.

Have a good remainder of the day all.

Departures as per normal from SHBS – 5.15pm and 6pm.

Mark / Satnav

ER Haiku

aye up, leafless boughs
drip cold hazards from nowhere
path lighter ayup

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Brighter, one forays
Bar staff, opening eyes downwards
Deflects from mince pies

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Hues of spring
The horse, bolted too late
Welcome in her arms

Thursday’ s Charge

A classic winter high is sitting over the Victorian Alps, which we can all enjoy in that mornings in Sydney are calm, North/East breeze off a warmish ocean, some fog but definitely no frost…Perfect weather for a ride to the office.

The radar was a blank screen today,  Monte Dural was shrouded in patchy mist just before the crack of dawn. Launching into the commute on a lull in the traffic the bike turned right away from a Gall Stone and onto the aptly named Hoar’s Drawers. The Hills Shire has still yet to send in repair crews to fill in potholes along New Line road, making for a bone shaking ride and requiring YHC taking evasive action among P plate, Ute and white van drivers..The Gall Stone may be 10kms longer but it is way safer.

Rolling into Fox Valley at the appointed hour, and happy to see the Satnav posse, ready to flog the horses for a swift transfer to Gordon.

Hump day over, the weekend in sight, today’s order of battle was many ranks deeper and led magnificently from the rear by HRH FM Goose. It gathered steam rapidly and launched as the FOB arrived for an on time departure, twenty plus ERs charging down the north shore saving CO2 running on saturated fat , blowing hard and fast.

One day this report will state there was an orderly peloton, two wide, spaced correctly, dressed impeccably in Egg and Tomato, a soft whirring of chain on sprocket, tones hushed, but not today, probably not this month, or year…and I think that is a good thing, our usual mayhem, raucous conversation, ample opportunity to surge, rejoin and fall of the back works a treat for me. Traffic , powered and pedalled meshed well without incident today paced on the top end of comfortable, all aboard were gassing freely unstressed and purposefully. It was poetry in motion, Banjo would have enjoyed the spectacle.

YHC was unsighted at the KOM, ( my excuse book is not alphabetic but seems to be stuck at “was too far back to see “ ) I can say though that I saw a continuous stream of ERs stretching up the hill, in various states of hypoxia, all giving it a fair crack, passing the odd random on the way. Stirling effort which meant the bunch made it to the top of the Col de Crow’s en masse.

Taking tips from the Goose, YHC maintained an aerobic pace which meant arriving at the B&T in good shape, a little behind the leaders but well back in the queue for coffee…had to find a bike rack, and then a place to park.

Order of business …Bike NSW are collaborating with the ER HMOTN to create an exciting event in the Spring Cycle …Bullet will be thinking up a catch phrase to start an equivalent to Earth Hour but for bikes..a global, nay galactic reach is required, viral marketing , it will be big…your suggestions on this forum greatly appreciated.

Returns are all in timetable order, the 5:15 will be leaving at 5:15 no doubt the 6pm will be leaving at 6pm…

Have a good one all

BT..

A mystery man in a suit aboard BamBam’s bike passed the B&T at 8:15. Pinstripe over Lycra looks like it will catch on. Very spiffy.

Weds Ride Report

Morning all

Numbers down a little this morning, rounding out at 12 by the time we hit North Sydney. Let the minutes show:

– Great to see HB joining at Gordon this morn, asking where everyone’s been. I think I was the only one who knew who he was…..good to see you back mate

– guffaws of astonishment with BT’s recent revelation that carbs are actually needed in the diet. His scores of followers are now left dazed and confused as they walk past a bakery. His press people clearly need firing at the way in which this breaking news was “snuck under the radar in 6 point font”. A full explanation will be provided at next Tuesday’s Lunch Club.

Let’s go to the stoning…..

– a fallen comrade on Lavender St, just after the left turn off Blues Point Road. He looked OK but a bit shaken. Suspect he hit the back of the ambulance like many of us nearly did.

– recent joiner and fellow Squizite Dobbo reported setting up a few new Strava segments for his commute from Epping which joins us at Artarmon Oval. Clutters, Bam, Fore soon to be deployed to put some pressure on.

– more additions to the membership ranks with new boy Mark (Snives) joining in again this morning, new boy Toby (Killara) last night – bringing our numbers to 94. Defection of the remaining Peppou clan will get us to 96. List attached so you can keep an eye out. Autographed ER mug with photo of the Captain for the 100th recruit.

– WBA has queried when the annual 2012 ER Fridge Magnet will be released, listing out our ER-sanctioned events for the year. Tradition dictates we only release in May, so shortly.

– kit update – order now in, production started, 15 days to shipment. Apols for delay as it’s taken a while for our man to appreciate that he should be taking the hit for the devaluation of the AUD recently. Might have to call TFS in to provide him some guidance on the FX hedging he should be undertaking.

– AOB, nil.

Return journeys pencilled in the ledger for 5.15pm and 6pm.

Have a good one all.

Mark / Satnav

Tuesday ride report

Morning all

In order to ensure some semblance of productivity from our ER Patent Attorney WBA today – who disclosed that his day doesn’t really start work until reading the ride report – I thought I’d get in early with an amatuer effort……

The few drops of rain overnight and damp roads did little to discourage the ER entourage today – we’d amassed around 20 by the time we hit North Sydney. Long gone are the days when we’d only have 4 or 5 on the pedals in such conditions. Great to see so many out – in fact many I only saw for the first time at the B&T. No incidents, accidents etc which in these conditions is an achievement eh Crashant? Thankfully there was no water covering the drains outside Fort Street Public.

B1 started the day on the right note, exclaiming on looking down the line of Coopz frame towards him “ahhh, you’re quite short”. A master of the bleeding obvious is our B1. Coopz response can’t be published here. B1 mumbled something about cable outer length, but by then the damage had been done. One for the judiciary.

Captain clearly tapering for the BEWDIJ (pronounced “bewdy”) challenge – ie Bike Every Working Day In July. We hope his sniffle subsides in good time for the start of this annual event. Punters keen to see Drastique’s approach this year, being the winner in 2011.

Old Spice accused of revving up the 6pm return last night, then heard later complaining the pace was a bit toey. For goodness sake Brownie keep that peloton in order will you pls.

With Phantom in Hingapore we expect some comical musings live from the exec club lounge later in the week.

Great seeing and reading VD’s commentary of his tour. Keep them coming mate.

Our Facebook forum has confirmed the continued existence of our Dominator, rarely seen or heard at this time of year.

Bring back Half. Without his learned views we could easily think Greece’s problems aren’t all that bad.

C.Hippo rumoured to be making a come back next week, which will align nicely with next Tuesday being ER FTOTM Lunch Club – extensive consultation with Sir Lunchalot has resulted in the same venue being suggested as our last outing – all those in favour – the yay’s have it:

Normal return flights tonight – fasten seat belts for the 5.15pm or 6pm.

Have a good one all.

Mark / Satnav

M’on the road again

All quiet up the slopes of Monte Dural as YHC rolled slowly into the Gall Stone Gorge…Perfect conditions for a ride into town, air chilled to perfection, traffic calm, only the odd ute and the ghost of Ernie’s Milkcart making their way through the back blocks. ( All jokes aside once you get out pedalling at that time of day, it is almost a spiritual experience ) ..a balance of breath, effort, working with the landscape, sound of the chain, and wind past the ears…even the ute brigade cannot break through in a fit of smoky rage.

The gorge delivered again as only it can, no matter the temperature going in, climbing out is tropical. Having a new saddle position makes a big difference on the climb, no records broken but some nice new sores developing where the sun don’t shine. Apparently the hip joint and Glutes are the key and I now know where they are…a pain the @r $e.

The bugler was busy last night, keeping the bongo drummer awake..mustering 20 plus on the one true path to call the OFF on the fat of O’barrel.

A staged roll out, thankfully orderly and well managed into the hills of breath. Man Machine interfaces behaving well, banter at half volume, attention to details such as “Car Back” and “Stopping “ being the order of the day. 15 departed Gordon, building to gone 20 by Chatswoo’ and a smart catch by Clive and WBA …Bucky ..where fore art thou…

Only one incident to report…ute ( yeah strange I know ) piled in rudely turning left into Strickland without indicating then barging through again to turn left again without indicating into Chelmsford Ave..missing an accident by a whisker. Rare to see such aggression..but from my vantage point it looked far from unintentional.

Nothing to dwell on though , the pace continued to be at banter speed, which highlights the best reasons to be pedalling in the first place…why would you be on a “silent” train or be jostled on a bus when there are stories to tell and strava segments to attack.

The KOM champ will have to chime in, as YHC was determined to not be up there, seated climbs and listening to planet Bullet…until it was time to lift out of the saddle and raise the heart rate beyond the threshold of pain.

A gentle roll ensued to the B&T , although I did manage to create confusion on the bridge as I chose to use a lay by on the right side of the carriageway short of the road works, it is not really clear where to wait for on coming traffic but as there are bollards everywhere I used what space there was. Derek nearly cleaned up the approaching traffic .

Coffee …well yes, what a turn out , and there were heaps of ERs too.

All set for the return ride, should be another cool one.

Cheers All
BT

A jungle out there

With all the yodelling to the tune of some Lion King refrain, the bongos were drowned out by factor of 10…leaving an annoying catchy little Disney tune doing its thing bouncing around the skull like a scratched record ( yes YHC is old enough to know what that sounds like )

Growling into wakefulness almost before nightfall, and onto the gorge run, nothing was moving through the Dural village, even the drunks were still at the bar…

Chilly but dry, no fog, stars and the open road, perfect conditions for a ride into town. Conditions so perfect that the only traffic I encountered into the gorge were two other cyclists chuffing their way up, and one ninja runner dressed in black carrying no lights running down the hill from Hornsby, only saw him because a ute overtaking me painted him in the headlights, you had to be there.

Much ute traffic heading Hornsby way, but it was chilly enough not to have windows wound down, if I scored any GOTFR tokens they were well contained in the cab of origin.

Noticed a few more cyclists on the highway to Gordon, the left lane now seems a lot clearer which might be because traffic is used to being bailed up behind and choose now to occupy the middle lane..I think the end of the beginning has arrived in the battle, “ the few “ seem to have gained ground.

15 on the pedals gathered for the off, Goose aboard defending ride names against a recasting agent, setting boundaries and leading in the FM style , Poombah was squashed quick smart, ‘nuff said.

A rollicking pace on the BOF, the temperature being incentive to generate some internal heat, not sure if there was a rush on but there was a rush on. In a snap the hills of Breath were behind, and YHC was not in any mood to sprint the Rawhiti bends, but there was a hardy bunch up front giving it a bash. The regroup at Roseville growing the peloton by a few more, so keeping the average up…remember the July challenge is nearly upon us, if you have not got your cool weather clothing ready you will regret it…the “every working day in July” challenge is one not to miss. Drastique has promised to lead from the front on that one defending his championship jersey.

KOM was hotly contested, Comet finding himself in the front of field making an effort to hold back the hoards using Team Sky tactics, commanding the pace along the SUP but alas was attacked on the first slope as Schleck McDaid and BamBam tussled for space, YHC was watching the action amid a scrum and was locked in, DT charging along the outside with a snowballs chance, in the end it would have been a photo finish…

A scattered field regroups atop the col de CrowsNest, and the B&T dash commenced immediately, it is interesting to see how the lead riders put just a little bit extra in to secure their seat at the table first..nudge through lights on the change, shove into the line up the stairs ahead of slower randoms, sprint off the top of the stairs..incremental seconds accumulate to ensure a winning combination…

B&T output has now increased, coffee arrives at a swift pace, often before the order has been given…

News of the Sea to Summit beginning to sound like an ER challenge…gauntlets being tossed already, pick one up at your own risk, but who can resist the moniker of “ the most difficult ride on the continent” …if they added the incentive of a Rapha jersey for all those who complete it would be hands down misere…

Have a good one all,

BT/Jenny

Central West NSW ride

Last weekend, 8 of us covered approx 530 kms in three days from Mudgee to Dubbo (and surrounds) and back to Mudgee. The peloton consisted of three Specialized – Pete Coleman (Northside Cycles), Dave Berry and Ben McCully (on his brand spanking new Tarmac), two Cervelo’s – Hugh O’Neill (with a crack) and Tim Irwin (who would join us later in Dubbo), one Scott (Nick Gaeta – who had done Port Macquarie IM the week before in 11hrs something ) and two Treks – Bill Mann and YHC. We could not have contemplated such a tour without our support crew – James Nettleton and John Berry.

The convoy of four cars and seven bikes reached Mudgee around 10.30am on Thursday morning. However YHC was as dark as a shark by the time we reached Mudgee after being vilified for ordering a hot chocolate with a marshmallow at a “coffee stop” at Lithgow. Apparently this wasn’t a tough enough drink for the hard men of our peloton (I would later be fined for this perceived softness). All YHC can say is that it tasted good and I’m comfortable in my own skin.

Anyway, YHC digress’s. At Mudgee, we were joined by Bill (who resides in Rylstone) who also donated his trusty ute as one of our support vehicles for the trip. We set out from Mudgee at around 11am for the first 128 kms of our three day tour. The weather smiled on us kindly with bright skies, no wind and very few large trucks to cause us much bother. Pete, riding his Specialized (which we suspected was worth twice as much as his humble Hyundai), kept our pace up. There was only one incident to report on the first day – after 50ks, one member of our team (who will remain nameless but for the sake of the story lets call him Ben) thought he may have left his car unlocked in Mudgee and sent poor John back to check. Yes, the car was locked, but unlucky for John, on the way back he hit a roo which did not insignificant damage to the ute and left skippy the worse for wear.

We arrived in Dubbo and after hydrating with a Coopers Pale Ale, most of us proceeded to an ice bath (or for a more apt description – the outdoor pool at the Aberdeen Hotel in Dubbo). Post the ice bath, and a debrief over a few more Pale Ales we were then joined by the eighth member of our peloton, Tim, who had flown to Dubbo from Melbourne. Upon his arrival, we moved to the local pub for a few more beers, a fine session (which YHC was on the wrong end of) and dinner. Whilst the local sirloin was a tad disappointing, the 2008 Leeuwin Estate Art Series Shiraz more than made up for it and oiled us well for what lay ahead the next morning.

The second day began at approx 4.47am at a very brisk -2 degrees. Trying to make up for the hot chocolate call the previous day and to be an aspiring HMOTN, I went with the shorts. However that was nothing as Tim had forgotten long gloves so it was going to be a very pleasant first couple of hours for him. It was dark and cold but we set out in good humour, with James ahead and John behind to protect us from the frequent road trains as well as providing much needed provisions.

First target was Gilgandra, some 70ks in the cold and dark. We sat on around 31kph and reached the roadhouse truck stop around 7.30am for the full breakfast of bacon eggs sausages steak and toast. A nice old(er) bloke at a table next to us donated $20 to our charity (cancer research) which was much appreciated.

From Gil we moved some 30ks down the long flat road to a town called Collie. Must say, not much in Collie but a welcome stop to stretch. Dead flat cotton country out there, punctured by the sight of the odd emu in the paddocks and a dead kangaroo or two on the road – hey the national emblem almost live!!!

Plenty of banter flowed – most of it jibber as the peloton rolled through the ks nicely two abreast. As Dave said, “it’s like speed dating” but after almost 9hrs you have to be inventive (or repetitive) with your conversation. Bill and YHC adapted well and by the end of the day were well versed in what our respective familes were up to. Must stress the importance of having a big unit such as Big Ben (a former 1st grade second row rugby forward) in your peloton who can provide an excellent draft when it’s his turn up front. The big fella provided significantly more cover than the two whippets in the group (no offence Pete and Dave).

A mechanical (broken spoke) at Warren was very welcome. This could have spelt disaster for Tim but a spare wheel in the support vehicle meant a ready fix. We moved on to Nevertire where we stopped at the pub for a hamburger and chips. 170 kms down and 105ks to go. Like Collie, not much in Nevertire, however a nice pub (we stuck to coke given we are athletes). The publican donated $50 to our cause which left us in good spirits. Next stop Trangie, where Hughie needed to stop to apply some deoderant – he would be later, quite rightly, be fined for such a request. We had completed 200ks at around 31 kph.

After a quick stop in Narromine where YHC caught up with three cousins it was the home stretch to Dubbo (YHC was subsequently very unfairly fined for holding the boys up). 37ks to go and the adrenalin was pumping as we could smell the Pale Ale and Art Series waiting for us. This last leg was punctuated with a few hills (just what you need for the final leg!) and more road trains than we had seen all day. With 20ks to go, Nick, complained of sore achilles. After providing some compassion and a good dosage of HTFU (I mean, really, how hard is it to back up after an IM!!!) he proceeded to get on his bike and up the pace to around 40 kph and leave us for dead – nice guy. He did eventually ease back and a state of euphoria hit us as we reached the Aberdeen Hotel after 8hrs 46min on the bike. Plenty of back slapping at the end of day two (276ks all up) and and a dip in the pool was complemented with a Pale Ale. Dave, as is his want, disturbed the ambiance of the pool by deciding to dive bomb in – not sure of the remedial benefits of this tactic.

Whilst bangers and mash were the main order at the pub, the inkeeper had run out of the Art Series. Devasted but able to adapt, we found a nice little Leeuwin Estate Siblings Shiraz (still in the Margaret River) which did the trick.

Despite the very best intentions, Tim and myself were late to the start – the arrangement was to meet at that great Scottish restaurant across the road from the hotel (the Golden Arches) at 6.30. However we didn’t get there until close to 7. After a nutritious bacon and egg McMuffin (is that the right term BT?), we set off for our final 127ks back to Mudgee. Relatively, it was a balmy 3 degrees when we set off. The quads were feeling it after the day before (perhaps YHC didn’t spend enough time in the ice pool) and we felt like we were always climbing – which we were! We struggled to get the pace up. As there was some undulations, Hugh was keen for a “roll test” to see how good his new Durace C24 wheels where. We parked at the top of one hill and commenced our decent without pedalling. Alas Hugh’s new wheels where no match for Pete’s whizbang something or others (nor Bill’s standard issue Bontrager’s found on the Madone 5.2). Not a happy captain, our Hughie with that result, and after some discussion, a rematch was conducted. Hugh did perform marginally better where he beat Bill. After a morning tea of Subway ham rolls (they weren’t too bad) we had about 30ks to go. Still a grind and a cross wind to boot we rolled into Mudgee for a well earned Pale Ale.

The ride complete we packed and hit Bill’s farm at Rylstone for a well earned BBQ where the wagyu beef, freshly slaughtered lamb chops and snags hit the spot with a few beers and reds. A boat race ensued whereby the catholics smashed the protestants which means we’re going to heaven.

A very enjoyable tour. We raised over $14,000 for Cancer Research. Stats are on Strava but a quick summary below:

17th May: Mudgee to Dubbo – 127.8ks, climbed 854m, ave speed 30.8 kph
18th May: Dubbo loop – 276.4ks: climbed 465m (told you it was flat!), ave speed 31.5 kph
19th May: Dubbo to Mudgee – 127.7 ks: climbed 1,027m, ave speed 28.1 kph

Cheers
Herb

Montag Monster ride in

A Monday special on the pedals this morning, FBW never certain so early in the week, so it was ride hard for the office time.

YHC parking at Gordon, either the Captain has invested in a huge new Harley, or another bikie has usurped the ER turf and is looking for a showdown, ( G’day mate, noice boik )

Counting being almost as dodgy as my memory for names, put at least 20 in the starting gate, sans Bucky who made a catch somewhere en route..as the BOF rolled in and the peloton rolled out it was wall to wall egg and tomato and the omelette seemed to expand as we ate the OTP.

The hills of breath were attacked, and conquered, fresh Monday legs making light work of Fridays torture, the greyhounds baying into the distance pedalling at a hare raising 30+, steaming to a halt at the Roseville bus stop. Schleck in the pink jersey although ¼ and BamBam high on the GC , busy making plans to scuttle the Clutters on the KOM.

Today we stood in the middle of Boundary St for a good 3 minutes….30 odd cyclists feeling the draught as mega trucks chickened their way past barely a foot from disaster…a reminder that our lobbyists need to get onto the case again regarding a bike path along the railway bridge.

The Archer St lights sequenced to perfection, changing to red exactly as the first 3 or four had slipped by, making a peloton spread across Chatswoo’ ..the Tindale regroup was 15 strong and was then swamped by another bigger group which meant we were about 30 or more at that point..and still there were a few missing ranks …Captain, what is the ruling about being awol these days…

A comfortable churn up the KOM for YHC as usual, chasing Falsh and saving the legs for the flogging later today in the Pamp my ride office..will see how my not riding much has improved my chances of taking line honours on the Etape.

As usual the blast up into Crowies seems to break whatever discipline was holding the “Tete de la course” on to the Caboose as they seem to fly across the bridge and are supping coffee before the combined might of the peloton arrives…( one day I shall be there…just not today )

Records were broken, stops removed, coffee delivered in exceptional time…alas though Ashleigh achieved her place on the ER wall of fame…departing the B&T and upwards to pastures new.

The northbound posse promises to be monster, climb aboard the 5:15 if you can.

Have a great one all
BT

“B” Spoke” ride in

Hands up all those who did not take advantage of the second best way to start the day….

Now use that hand to smack back of head…or front of head and say “D’oh.” …( the medically challenged are exempt )

Utterly perfect weather to pedal that bike.

20 or so in the OTP departure lounge at the appointed hour, and after the usual back slapping and rib splitting humour it was into the hills and valleys of the one true path. Traffic though was a little up on the average, and seemed to get in the way at all the various junctions, roundabouts and lights making gaps in the peloton that only the most energetic were able to cross.

The other key word on today’s list is “Spokes” …the pesky little bits of metal that keep your wheels in tip top circular shape. There was a rider pulled up lame at the first hill with a broken spoke on the front, and another had to have a spokectomy in the departure lounge having popped one in full flight on the highway. Essential kit for today at least was one spoke spanner…have you even got one… ( YHC has to confess no…will be rectified very shortly )

Apart from that, all was well on the ride in, spectacular conditions making for a brisk but enjoyable roll, KOM leaders were way ahead so I am guessing that it was a tussle between ¼, BamBam and Clutters…my money would have been on Clutters…YHC had already blown up the legs on the brief Rawhiti sprint so was in no position to attack the Scaramanga, although made another failed attempt at the Burlington dash, I am not sure how the likes of Cavendish can ride 200kms and then find the explosives to blast in at a 70kmh…or more.

The SHB was once more congested with road works so be aware, it is rude to be sprinting on the downhill hoping that the on coming traffic will give way..it was a marginal call guv honest…

Coffee just keeps on getting better…no doubt the budget will soon extend to some outdoor heating, ( although how that fits in to the “green…I am so green I even ride a bike to the office” ethos ) Vic was churning out the coffees so fast they were arriving at the table in mere seconds after ordering. He must have been concentrating as he was on the job training again.

Returns have been discussed, mulled and voted on, ..all the usual times and tickets.

Have a great on all
BT