Sunday 1st June - Carradine & Peet

ride report by rob

another warm morning - still in for the arms and long fingered gloves though. with the weather being the way it was yesterday (thunder, lightening, flash floods, etc) it was pretty wet on the road - but alt least it wasn't raining anymore. looked like it'd hold off too, so it was going to be a nice trip up in to the hills.

our number was 10 this morning - a lively looking bunch with some of the stronger riders in the pack. thankfully emma was with us providing some welcome relief from the hairy, gnarled faces of the rest of the crew. it was about 5 past 7 when mark rolls in. he pulls up to a halt, with some ominous bubbles coming out of his tire (or at least the air coming out of it onto the puddles on the road!) - yep, nice piece of glass in that one mate! "will you wait for me?'" he pleads...

once mark gets that sorted out, and gerry finishes his story about some dodgy shipment he's trying to get flown into the country (from cuba???), we finally make our way out of coode st car park and on to mill point road.right at douglas and half way up the hill the call goes out to michael and me on the front, "mark's lost his glasses!" mmmm, starting to see a pattern forming here - this is not a designated recovery ride! after a quick re-group we continue on to hayman and then round on to manning. and we nearly made it to albany highway without further event when another call from the back goes out "mark's dropped his chain!" - the 'other' mark that is. stu turned round to go and collect him while the rest of us waited at the side of the road. re-group.

rounding on to albany highway i was thinking surely that has to be it, don't these things come in 3's? traveling along the highway was really quite spesh. beautiful sunday morning, not too many cars, nice flat road to warm the legs up before the climbs, everything's feeling pretty good..."get off the f*%@king road, you wa*$%ers!!" is what i think the bloke said as he flew past in his camper van...at least i've got a house mate - back to the trailer park with you fella!

ryan, stu, michael and me did most of the front work along the highway - good to stretch the legs and get the heart going. i hadn't ridden this route before so wasn't too sure what to expect. knowing the routes pete plans though, i expected it'd probably start to hurt pretty soon. we rounded on to carawatha ave just before armadale, and my suspicions were confirmed. holy crap son, what is that??! looming large in front of us is what can only be described as something most people take their crampons and ice picks to get up...lovely. stu and mark move to the front and start working their way up. i drop down to what feels like a comfortable gear and try and hold mark's wheel. ryan scoots past with gerry on his wheel. stu picks up the pace and leaves me and mark grinding our way up. about 2/3rds of the way up i looked at my heart rate - 97% of max and climbing - the breathing is so laboured that i'm sure i'm about to hyperventilate. finally reaching the top and started to spin my legs trying to get some oxygen back into my lungs and get my heart rate back down to something that resembled normalish. the re-group allowed for the needed rest - michael and emma arriving a short while after - respect to emma getting up it at all! and the re-groups are always a bit of a furphy - the stronger guys get to the top and get a nice long rest, and when the last person rolls in, it's like "right, all on? lets go". suggest new rules - lead pack turns round and heads back down to the last person (which is what stu started to do anyway) and push back up the hill again! then all re-group at the top and have equal rest....or is it just me??

anywho...on we head, michael flies off down the hill to the next turn and we head on to canns road. more climbing lies ahead, but nothing like that nasty, nasty cliff we'd just worked up. we make our way up through the bush to churchman brook road - quite a stunning piece of the world up there. great views and the scents of the wet bushland are something you only get to experience when you're riding. pretty uneventful along this stretch with a few of us engaging in a conversation - others just enjoying being out in the open. a fairly fast descent down to the righthander at butcher road which takes u back up to brookton highway. ryan decides to test the pack up the hill and stu holds his wheel. mark, me, michael and gerry follow, but not with enough to keep on the tail of these guys - stu is really testing the fynn today it seems..good to see.

re-group at rolystone - mark mentions that they had breakfast there one ride - "mmm, that sounds good...shall we do that today" i think...ryan then starts to test the water on whether the group wants to pike it on peet road and just follow brookton around canning rd. as i hadn't ridden this way before, i could only imagine what this next bit must look like. stu says that he's doing peet road "for fun", so it looks like the rest of us are too then! wouldn't be right not too, really...! as we round on to peet road, it's pretty obvious why there was some resistance...what the hell!!! off goes ryan, which was most unusual for him - normally likes to fly past with a giggle (at least thinking it, if not actually doing it) about 1/2 way up. stu takes off after him with me just off his wheel. i tried as hard as i could to hang on, but to no avail. 1/3rd of the way up the road flattens out and stu kicked. i looked behind me to see gerry about 100 metres back with mark, michael, john and mark just behind him. oh well, may as well give it what i've got, so i pushed again. that really began to bite and i could here gerry starting to close in. ryan was already off into the distance and i could see stu still trying the bridge the gap on him. gerry came past me just after the roundabout - is that the BIG ring he's in!! mate, respect. i grabbed his wheel and held on for a while, and then it looked like he began to crack. grabbing for the smaller cogs at the back and then up out of the saddle....then clunk, off it goes on to the little ring. that's me i think and go round. with the rest that i'd got in his draft, i was able to find just a little bit more and managed to get to the top in third. heart was certainly working and the head was beginning to ask the question "are you for real??". stu headed back off down the hill to ride up with the back of the pack. as each one came in to the top there was a definite look of relief on their faces. ryan had the camera out taking pictures as they came in - any good ones mate?

after the re-group, we took off again, down to canning road - stu and me were off the front along brookton highway - i turned around and there wasn't anyone else there?? i mention this to stu who seems not too concerned - something about 'coffee shop' and 'first orders' i think he said? quick regroup at the gull servo and we head out to go and find mundaring weir road. quite a nice rolling ride through to get there - the fast stretch along glenisla road had ryan on the front for most of the way doing all the work with the rest of us content to tuck in behind and get ready for what lay ahead. we wind our way down to mundaring weir road and round on to the final climb of the day. michael pulls off to the side to ride up with emma. stu's on the front, with ryan, mark, gerry and me tagging on. the pace is high and the legs are all spinning. from what i can tell from everyone's head position, we were very much at the business end of the day. being on the back, it felt like stu was putting in little mini attacks every 200 metres or so. as each of us responded it took just a bit more out of us. i was really struggling to keep in touch with gerry's wheel...looking ahead there was another rider about 500 metres up the road. it felt like now there was a rabbit to chase down so the pace picked up again...reeling in this loan dude became a matter of principle and the effort stayed high. as we closed in, i could really feel the end of my run coming up...not much more in the legs and the heart racing at 96% of max. we come up to the loan rider, and low and behold it's darren - one of our usual crew. "slept in" he says as we work our past. darren jumps on to my wheel and i think the words were 'holy shit!' as he realized what pace we were going at. i think i only lasted another 100 metres or so before my legs packed it in for good...darren goes past and jumps on gerry's wheel. so, from a distance, it looked as though stu really did have everyone's measure today - mighty impressive effort, and as far as i can tell he was numero uno at the top. darren dropped his chain before getting up there and by the time i arrived at the round about, there wasn't anyone there to greet me - guess i wasn't getting first orders in after all!

rolling in to the coffee shop, there was lots of chatter from the four at the front about the climb. it was a big effort and the sweat count on gerry was running at what looked to be about 1.5 litres! time for a well earned coffee and food.

the group headed back out 1/2 an hour later and off to find the lesmurdie and welshpool fun parks. nice fast downhills with plenty of space to play. heading down welshpool road, ryan kicks off the front with darren and me in pursuit. as we got up to what felt like about 75 (must get that resh battery back in the computer!!), michael flies past in full aero position - ryan and darren look sideways and start pedaling furiously. a broken down car in the left hand lane made for some interesting times. ryan waves us round, darren moves out and i was forced across to almost the right hand lane. i wasn't too fussed about a) going into the right hand lane and b) hitting the reflectors in the middle of the road. my indecision about where to steer then resulted in a wobble of the front wheel, an involuntary tightening of the sphincter the result. i managed to hold the thing square and came back in behind darren, deciding that the best lesson to learn is the one that doesn't, but almost, result in a loss of blood. we get to the bottom and michael has really kicked off the front. darren had got round ryan and i was on ryans wheel. darren then did the lions share of the work to try and reel michael in until he blew up and ryan and me go round. ryan works hard to chase, with us only getting to michael just before the lights. a fine effort on his part. darren rolls into the lights remarking that ryan and i had not been gentlemanly in the way we had let him drop off the back. sorry mate.!

dodgy dude was at the school again today. we're now thinking it's boys in lycra, and not the kiddies, that he's there for. i swear it's the same guy - grey toyota camry. when a couple of the others roll in to the bus stop, mark has some serious piece of skin missing from his shin. another dropped chain - slipped out of the pedal and 'whamo' - ice packs and detol on that one my son. anyway, re-group of sorts - emma and mike b (the "other" mike b) head past and leave the rest of us to chase them down. rounding off orong and back on to welshpool, the pace picks up. michael and me are on the front and my legs are really starting to feel every one of the 80kms so far. i managed about 2 kms before having to come off the front and let someone else take the wind. a nice rest at the back for a while and then i could see a roll through of sorts happening. darren and me ended up back on the front again as we crossed the train tracks, just when gerry flies past for the first sprint. he's really smoking it and then ryan flies past with michael on his wheel. it's a long way up to albany highway, and it looked from where i was (read: nowhere near them, not even on a good day..) that ryan managed to get round gerry and hold michael off for the win.

albany highway was a nice cruise back, round on to hillview and then on to berwick. a few of our number got caught up at the lights so we had a relatively easy run along most of berwick. as we waited from them to get back on. after darren pulled off to head home, i was on the front as we came over the final rise. michael kicked for the final sprint with gerry and ryan pushing hard to reel him in. it looked as if he might just have held them off too - not quite sure what the finish line is along there, but he was well and truly in the mix at the end.

anyway, that's it for now. i'm off to the airport - my wife is flying back over this afternoon...and if all went to plan she'll have hooked up with the father of those two kids we've had at our place for the last few years and he'll have taken them off our hands...and if not...

...no more sundays...no more coffee shop...!!

Ciao!