I think this blog has probably run it’s unproductive course. I’ve created a new site that centres on myself as a cyclist, this blog is called A Few Spokes Loose in reflection of my cycling obsession. I may update this site for some purposes but I’ll be spending more time over there (not that I spent much here).
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So a blog update, as always is very overdue. Here’s a report I’ve been sharing around from my experience at the Australian National Championships. Last week I travelled to Ballarat for the most significant event of my short cycling career, the Australian National Championships. An ambitious first hit out for the Oral 7 GDT racing team. It would be a week of many lessons, my first lesson was that red eye flights are evil, with my flight leaving late on a Monday night and arriving around 6am AEDST. The next lesson was that it pays to check the destination weather when travelling a few thousand kilometres as I arrived in shorts and a shirt in 12 degrees with a threat of rain. One van rental later and a quick reunion between the two halves of the Oral 7 GDT team (Matt and I had caught the same flight, Jordan and…
Leave a CommentUnsurprisingly, yet again it’s been an age since I’ve posted anything. Since my lasr post I’ve competed in last year’s target race the Tour of Margaret River, raced a number of criteriums with varying levels of success, travelled to Adelaide for a wonderful week of cycling and stalking the Tour own Under and unforunately suffered several crashes. My last crash was On Wednesday, as a result I’m holed up on bed rest with my leg in a splint so I thought I’d check out some of the action cam footage I’ve been hoarding for an age. I’ve got a couple of videos from my time in Adelaide ready to go, I’m going to work on more and put fingers to keys on writing up some of my experiences. Here’s some footage of an ascent up Adelaide’s Mt Lofty via the Old Freeway, quite a stunning climb (at least from my…
Leave a Comment“You deserve to die” Those were the words from the toothy, beer-gutted man from the safety of his two tonne 4WD. Surely I had committed a grievous transgression to warrant these words. I pondered to myself what it could be. That morning I’d left home for work at 5:25am, travelled 3km to this point and not encountered a single car. Until now. I had my bright lights on, I was wearing a helmet and obeying all laws. In fact I was stationary at the time this happened. The man in his four wheeled cage had pulled up next to me at the traffic lights, straddling a lane marker to squeeze in intimidatingly close to my side. He’d waited until the light change to roll down his window and drop his knowledge on me, followed by something unintelligible. He then accelerated and cut across my path. It’s mighty harsh to deem…
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21/09/2014 was not the greatest day for a race, it was shall we say a bit moist in Pinjarra: Nasty weather meant some fair delays in prep and warmup, as a result I was only able to get in 1 kilometre before marshalling for the start. The start was into the rain. Bitching could be heard from those running full carbon wheels that they’d have no brakes, at least you barely need them in a race. The start was sedate, likely everyone without rollers or a trainer was getting their warmup in during the first 5km. An early breakaway of 8 formed within the first 10km while I was napping at the back of the bunch. No use crying over spilled milk, I resolved to attack on the days biggest climb with encouragement from Pete. After a few small rollers I see what I figure to be the base of…
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