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Rider of the Week #3 – Derek McDerek

1. Tell us a bit about yourself
I was born in (^%&^$% [problem with denial], ok ok it was 1962. I grew up in Durban in sunny South Africa. I’ve been fortunate to work and live in a few countries since, some nice and some not so nice before moving to Sydney in 2005. Have a wife [Aihesha] and 6 year old son [Joshua] and work in project management in financial services.

2. What got you into cycling?
I grew up cycling everywhere as a child and loved the sense of freedom [over used cliché I know but true] and exploring the neighbourhoods, so it was probably a natural place to return when I got older. As I like bushwalking I first started mountain biking and then started riding on the road when I began commuting. Since then I have been slowly morphing into clipless, lycra and carbon.

3. How did you come to join the Easy Riders?
When I first started riding to work I often used to pass the ER at Gordon a few minutes before their departure on the OTP. I never stopped as they looked a bit hard core with their carbon bikes and lycra for my flat pedals and trainers. They would overtake me before we cleared the hills of death and disappear into the distance rather rapidly in those days so my early cycling aspirations revolved around getting fit enough to join them for more than the first 100m. Over time Larri, BT, Brownie and Satnav all asked me to join ER [they didn’t realise I had been trying!] so eventually when I felt fit enough to formally join I did, hanging off the back to BT’s encouraging smiles!

4. Tell us about your bikes?
I have a Niner mtb, a Genesis Croix de Fer cyclocross bike for commuting and Trek Madone. All use the same 1960’s engine so variances in speed are slight.

5. If you could ride anywhere in the world, where would it be?
I’d really love to ride ‘The Great Divide’ or ‘Tour Divide’, mtb rides/races from Canada to Mexico but as that’s a bit further that the OTP I’ll go with the Alps for now. Next year with ER hopefully?

6, Tell us a riding story
I’m about 11 or 12, I’m riding my blue 3 speed Raleigh in a new unexplored place miles from home and far away enough to be excited, anxious and at peace all at the same time. No GPS, tool kit or hydration pack, just the wind, the view and my tires rolling over the road, and I am very happy to own a bike.

7. Do you have any advice for the riders at the back of the ER peloton?
Don’t stress about it, we’ve all been there sometime and when you’ve improved enough to ride at the front, you’ll probably chose to ride at the back again anyway.

8. Lastly, tell us something we don’t know about you.
Hmm..what come back to bite me! I was once sunk at sea when an oil tanker hit our ship during re-fuelling exercises in a storm. I spent 4 hours in a life raft 140km from Cape Point in the pitch dark in sea state 6..cured me of sea sickness as well!

Rider of the Week #2 – Stealth

1. Tell us a bit about yourself

I was born in 1972. The year of the Rat apparently (which is a shame, as I was hoping for a Tiger or Dragon).


2. What got you into cycling?

Whilst studying Einstein’s theory of relativity, it dawned on me one day that covering the distance to college was quicker on a bike than walking. Not enough to bend space-time, but enough for me to arrive at my lectures on time. It’s made such a quantum change to my life.

3. How did you come to join the Easy Riders?

Moved to posh end of Wahroonga (aka Turramurra). The guys at Turramurra Cyclery put me in touch with Goose, who simply advised “Gordon 6:45am”.  I think BT was my mentor on that first ride, guiding me through the labyrinth that is North Sydney.  Regrettably, got hammered with my ride name “Stealth” in about 5 seconds of turning up. [Editor’s note” Stealth turned up for his first ride on a bike sheaved in plastic like a strange cloaking device.The ride name was inevitable.]

4. Tell us about your bikes?

Trek’s have been my favourite (before Lance came along). First serious bike was a Trek 970 mountain bike. TSS is restoring it to its former beauty. Hopefully this summer, I’ll saddle her up for the commute in. The dream machine is the Pinarello – riding up hills is so easy; it feels like cheating.


5. If you could ride anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Pyrénées please.  Less pretentious then the Alps, but no less rugged. Second to that: Falls Creek on a cool summer’s day, so will be down for 3 Peaks next March

6, Tell us a riding story.

3P training weekend in Thredbo. First big ride out on the Pinarello, and whilst I was in awe with the handling and climbing ability of my new machine, I slowly found myself near the front of the peloton. Imagine that. Loved the ride, loved the scenery, loved the hills.
[Editor’s note (again) I’m surprised he didn’t mention his ride with Cadel Evans – ask him about it]

7. Do you have any advice for the riders at the back of the ER peloton?

Advice……hmmm tough one. Life is like riding your bike. To keep your balance you must keep moving. Does that count?

8. Lastly, tell us something we don’t know about you.

Hmmm. Tough one again. So many secrets, so little time. I used to be a weather man – worked at the Meteorological office. My area of expertise was low cloud visibility forecasting.  A surprisingly complex field of meteorology, that once you’re into, it is very difficult to see a way through.  Also, I’ve always wanted to be a comedian, but could never get my  head around irony.
[Editor’s note (yet again) Does BT know he is a meteorologist? Don’t let them sit together or if they do – stay out of earshot]

Rider of the Week #1 C.Hippo

This is the first in a (hopefully) weekly series on members of the ER peloton. Based on Satnav’s mailing list I think I have about 2 years worth of material but by then there will be another 100 or so new riders to interview.

Below is an intro to C.Hippo in his word words, one of the true hard men (with a few soft gel inserts) of the ER Peloton.

1. Tell us a bit about yourself.
Self confessed IT geek and proud of it. Striving to ride 6 days a week.

 

2. What got you into cycling?
Friends up the road who only spoke to you if you had a dragster between your legs

 

3. How did you come to join the Easy Riders?
After cycling for a year on the M2 route I found a post on a bike bus forum (http://bikebus.org.au/forum/index.php/topic,20.msg99.html#msg99) from a chap called Goose .  Caught up with Goose and his BikeBus backpack on Telegraph road.  Haven’t stopped since Feb 2009

 

4. Tell us about your bikes?
Started early.  Have owned Dragsters BMX, Mountain and now road bikes with a regular colour theme of Red.

 

5. If you could ride anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Italy please, but not with Peloton Sports.  But Larri and Nat Nat are welcome

 

6, Tell us a riding story.
I’m not going to go write about my first attempt of the 3 Peaks 2010.  Until it snows on the ride again at Hotham.

 

7. Do you have any advise for the riders at the back of the ER peloton?
Stay at the back and enjoy the view. You learn more

UK Coast to Coast

Day 1

Today’s ride started as all coast to coast rides. As we dipped our back wheels in the Irish sea ( I’m on a hire bike so mine got a good dip), one of my riding companions slipped on the algae and all her bike and most of her body got an unexpected dunking in the waves. This delayed our departure whilst first aid was administered to the grazes on her face and hands. She then has to start the ride wetter than any of us.

The morning ride was pretty uneventful as we followed a disused rail track to morning tea. We then started a more hilly section up to lunch and stopped at one of the may lakes which makes this part of England so pretty

After lunch I had a déjà vue moment as we got caught in a Thunderstorm and as we were riding through Keswick I had to ride over cobbles! Unlike last year I managed to stay upright and finish the ride with no broken bones!

More tomorrow when the real hills begin.

Day 2

Weather forecast was the same as yesterday with showers and thunderstorms predicted.

Its just like commuting to work in Sydney although im sure the weather is warmer over there.

Anyway we roll out of the Horse and Farrier pub after a hearty grease infused breakfast, I’m sure my personal dietician would have something to say with canned grapefruit, cherry yoghurt and bacon and eggs with fried bread!!!

Anyway with this settling into my stomach I rode the the first part of the day at the head of the pack thus avoiding mouthful of wet cow manure flicked up from the back wheel of the bike in front! After an hour or so the happy peloton was fairly strung out and after a few tactical regroup stops we made it to the support van for luke warm tea and museli bars!

We then started the real climbing of the ride and I had no problems sitting on the wheel of the ride leader for “a series of cheeky little climbs” until lunch (his words). Lunch was eaten in a bus shelter as we all decided that standing in the middle of a car park under the awning of the van in a thunderstorm was probably not the safest place to stand. Suitably re-fueled with soggy samosa with stilton and ginger cake for dessert, we set off for the climb of the day and the rain eased off a bit (its all relative when you are as wet as were). I set off last as I had foolishly left my gloves in the rain so had to ring them out before putting my hands into them as they had swelled up. I hate wet clothes!

The rain did ease off a it as we climbed up to Hartside (thanks to Simon and Ben for pulling us up the Pyrenees) I got the King of the mountain 🙂 As the stronger riders rolled into to the café for a well deserved mug of tea (it is England after all) , I when back down the hill to the back of the back and helped the 11 year old on our tour up the hill (pushing with my good arm). Zlatko and Flash will be pleased to know there were no incidents when we took it turns to push him up the hill. We weren’t the last to arrive at the top, the lady that fell into the sea yesterday morning still isn’t fully recovered and came in probably 15 minutes after me, Jamie and his dad.

Well now at the pub with a beer so that’s it for another day. Oh for those with a sadistic curiosity the saddle index is about a three (refreshing your memories from other long distance ride reports: 0 is I’ve just started and feel great, 10 is I’m looking forward to the next hill so I can stand up!)

Turnip

Phantom’s Etape du Tour video

I must admit that this isn’t the most exciting video I’ve ever watched but you do get a feel for the race and multiple glimpses of le Phantom as he rides up hills faster than Jenny.

Phantom is wearing a white jersey, black knicks and black arm warmers. He rides past once in each clip and first appears at about the 35 second mark behind the white van.

 

Acte II – Pau to Bagnères de Luchon, Saturday 14th July 2012

Note that this is a very large file and may take a while to load but hopefully it will stream OK.

Dungog 2012 – Trip Report: Guten Morgan !

Freeman ! Yes, wife and children packed off to the UK for 4 weeks means that I could do some proper cycling at the weekend without feeling in some other way accountable.

And so it was a crisp and early start as Dobbo and I headed off to Dungog last Saturday, hotly pursued by Zlatko and Turnip in car No. 2. As it turned out all reached the start point of the ride at the same time and here is the photo to prove it …….

The weather held fine all day but the start was pure mountain UV, just the tonic after too many lunches indoors recently. You could tell that Dobbo and I were newbies to this lark, having never ridden 100kms in a day – our backpacks full to the brim with clothing and God knows what else whilst the pro’s elected to fill their deeper jersey pockets, mostly with bananas I recall.

The route was an orange-shaped circle, chosen on Google in the wee small hours by Zlatko – he faithfully transposed it onto a 1:2.000.000 resolution hand-annotated map. The first 20km’s or so were along a sealed road with only hills and native birdsong for company.

It seemed prudent to take on water and Macedonian resourcefulness first tried a nearby garden hose (=’brownish water with mud’) before stirring an elderly lady from her wing-backed chair. Apparently Zlatko’s knock on the door sounds like a crow hitting a window. Sensing a free lunch, or drink at least, I pitched up next to Zlatko on the scrounge. I could swear she was looking at both of us at the same time but she cheerfully shared her boiled water with us. Balkan charm doing its magic I suspect !

We then steered our steeds left – a theme for the day – onto a dirt road. It was a bit hilly but the surface was dry and smooth and the 20-odd km’s soon a blur. We stopped just the once to say hi to a dingo and for me to pretend to be road-kill (you’ll need to come to the Xmas event to see the photo I am afraid !)

Just short of the pub at three quarters past orange, Zlatko lost a nipple. I thought I knew my way around the apparatus but I was not much use rumaging in the undergrowth. Eureka was the shriek as Zlatko produce a piece of stick and effected a running repair that saw us to the pub.

The Beatty Hotel welcomed us with open arms – but we avoided the boozy hug of the local lass hanging around outside smoking. The chatter stopped as we headed towards the lit hearth all eyes checking to see whether we ordered some poncie city-dwellers drinking. The jukebox and conversation started again as we hedged our bets with Tooheys  Old and New. We tucked into Steak pies out on the covered rear deck and congratulated ourselves on a fine decision to take the side trip to the pub.

The last section was uphill mostly, variously classified by Turnip as ‘unclassified’ or 1 or 1.5 or a 2 climb. At the 80km point my legs weren’t up for the debate. The local lass pursued Zlatko in a ute, facial hair bristling in the breeze as she shot past leaning nearly the whole way out of the window. After a quick stop at the Col du Movembre to take a picture, we descended at pace back to Dungog (75kmh). Turnip picked up a slow pucture 2k’s from home and there was a short race for line honours.

The sun was setting now and chili chocolate cake and tea beckoned in a cafe.

A tremendous day out and I think I can safely say a new annual event.

Here are the stats for those that understand numbers,

Safe riding

Lunchie

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.