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Rider of the Week #28 – Van Diemen

1. Tell us a bit about yourself:
Ex rower, rugby player and lifesaver, happily married to Marisa , with two boys Joshua 11, and Andrew 8.

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2. What got you into cycling?
I’ve always had bikes from the age of five. My neighbours on the Gold Coast were keen cyclists heavily involved with the Nerang cycling club which had its own velodrome.  I never had access to racing bikes back then (BMX was king, I saved up at bought a Peugeot BMX with blue tuffs) so these days its great to reconnect  with the idea of flying along on a racing bike, something I always hoped to come back too.

3. How did you come to join the Easy Riders?
Your cousins in B2B were waiting at the SHB one night just before Christmas in 2011, I got a tow, and they mentioned ER to me. Satnav did the rest of course …

4. Tell us about your bikes.
When I finished rowing in 1999 I had a vacation in Jesolo (near Venice) staying with an Italian rugby mate I had played Rugby with. I went into a bike shop there to buy a gel seat for my bike, and came out with an Olympic master .The Italians drop gear at the end of a season (fashion is soooo important) so I got a GREAT deal!
Since then I’ve stayed loyal to the Italian Brand and have two Colnagos , a master ( to replace the stolen Olympic) and a CX-1.

5. If you could ride anywhere in the world, where would it be?
The north of Italy, Lake Como and the Dolomites.

6. Tell us a riding story.
When I got my Olympic master it was in April in the north of Italy , Which coincided with the Giro Italia, it was in town and I had no idea… back then I was a complete ignoramus ! I couldn’t even pronounce Colnago let alone ride one!

Anyway they gave me some shoes and I rolled out on the brand new Yellow Olympic master, turned right just as a peloton went past , so I hoped on and ended up riding some ridiculous distance with them (hours) with no idea where I was going or what they were saying. All I know was that I had got them excited (must of been the new yellow bike) and the pace went up, and up, and bye!  see you later…..then I had to work out where the hell I was and find my way back!

7. Do you have any advice for the riders at the back of the ER peloton?
In rowing like cycling, the more you put in,  the better you get, no doubt about it.
With that I had a saying for myself “the difference between a hassle and a habit is two weeks!”  It’s worked so far!

8. Lastly, tell us something we don’t know about you.
One Sunday in the mid 1990’s after racing surf boats all weekend , my crew ended up at the Clovelly hotel in the eastern suburbs. There  was a Miss legs competition, and in a time a sexual equality , I thought I would push the point for us poor guys and enter! The rest as they say is history! I bloody won the event (crowd scoring) which caused mayhem!

Sydney 2 CAMberra Ride Report

Sydney 2 CAMberra

Firstly a big thanks to everyone who support us, the group raised over $80,000 for the both Stillbirth Foundation and SIDS.

Three riders from ER rode this two day charity ride, including Matt Telfer and myself. Also riding was honorary ER member Steve Wooldridge. The ride can be broken up into 3 stages

Stage 1. Sydney to Goulburn

Stage 2. Goulburn to Canberra

Stage 3. Canberra to Eagle Hawk (Rydges)

There were 70 riders in total doing the ride and we were broken up into 3 groups, A, B & C. The original plan was to have four groups of 20 riders each depending on ability, however, due to a couple of withdrawals we started with 3 groups only. Once we got to our first stop the plan was allow riders to either go up or down a grade depending on how they felt. Matt and myself were in ‘A’ group. Also in the A group was Steve Wooldridge.

Stage 1: Moorebank to Goulburn

We all met at 5am in Moorebank for a rider briefing and some breakfast. First group (C) got away at 5.30, B group got away at 5.45 and A group departed at 6am. The early start allowed us to avoid the heavy traffic around Moorebank area.

We rode out via Holsworthy, then across the Campbelltown area and we picked up the freeway at Narellen Road. We were all surprised by the amount of debris in the breakdown lane. We were warned we should ride with Gatorskin tyres because of the possibility of punctures and they were right. Before we reached our first stop at Pheasants Nest (56 kms) we had at least 3 punctures in our riding group. Morning tea was provided by the volunteers which was more than we needed. Drink bottles refilled, pockets filled with bananas etc and we were off. However there was now a D group. A few riders shuffled around. We all remained in the ‘A’ group. After leaving Pheasants Nest we traveled down the freeway for another couple of K’s before turning off and heading towards Mittagong on the old Hume Highway. A couple more punctures occurred before reaching Mittagong. At Mittagong the first KOM was held for the climb over the ‘Gib’ into Bowral. It was a testing climb of nearly 3 K’s at 6%. After nearly 85 K’s it was hard on the legs. All of us did it in style.

On the descent into Bowral, I suffered my 2nd puncture. No need to repair the tyre as the support vehicle travelling behind had spare wheels 9, 10 or 11 speed cluster and one with Campy. So stops were reduced to the bare minimum, in fact on my first puncture the group kept riding.

Lunch was at Moss Vale (105 kms mark). Freshly made rolls were provided along with icy cold cokes etc. After 45 minutes A group rolled out for the next sector to Marulan. This was all done on back roads via Exeter, Bundanoon, Penrose etc. beautiful countryside and plenty of rolling hills. Road surface was pretty good for most of the sector. Afternoon tea at Marulan was again a feast. We had now covered 158 kms, now for just a quick 40 K’s to Goulburn. At Marulan we were back on the freeway to Goulburn, we managed to get within 2 k’s of Goulburn when Matt had a puncture and so did another guy. Again a quick swap of wheels and we were off. Arrived at Goulburn right on 4 pm, average speed for A group was 29.1 Total kilometres was 189.6 on the Garmin.

Day Two

Stage 2: Goulburn to Canberra

Slightly later start to the day, 7.15 all groups gathered in front of the Big Merino (plenty of bad sheep jokes) for a group photo. Both A & B groups had to wait to depart to allow the D & C groups to get well in front. ‘A’ group finally left just after 8am, the temp was a cool 13 degrees with a very thick fog, only about 100 metres visibility. First stop was about 20k’s from Goulburn at Breadalbane, where both A & B groups joined together to ride the narrow one lane road to Collector. Fantastic cycling terrain, fast and plenty of rolling hills. We knew we were in the country when we came across cows and sheep wandering across the road. Once we got back to the Federal Highway A & B groups split again, A group went first and the pace stepped up markedly as we sped off to the next rest stop. Punctures were again a feature of the morning with our group having another 4 before the rest stop. Luckily we had plenty of spare wheel sets. We later found out Shimano loaned the ride 9 wheel sets.

The last rest stop before Canberra was just before the climb out of Lake George at the 59k mark, again plenty of food was on hand. Punctures fixed, wheels swapped and away for the final 40k’s into Canberra. Pace was again high with our average speed just over 33kms! A deviation was made for the A & B group to climb Black Mountain, 2.7k’s at average of 11%.

Final push was now onto Parliament House, via the War Memorial, what a sight to see the big building on the hill once we turned down Kings Ave after 300 kms. Waiting for us was a large crowd of family and well wishers. Plenty of photos taken in front of Parliament House. Average speed 32kph, 120kms. Would have to be the best 120 kms I’ve ridden.

Stage 3: Canberra to Eagle Hawk

Final stage was the ride back to our hotel, another 16kms to go, steady pace for both A & B groups. We arrived to find a late lunch all set out and ready for us. As couple people commented that we would more than likely put weight on after all the food we have given…truly remarkable.

Big thanks to the organisers for the ride, clearly the best ride I have ever been on. Just imagine bunch riding with both a car in front of you and one behind you, all in radio contact with bunch leaders telling when safe to move ‘over’ etc. Next year we should consider putting together an ER team.

Scott

3P (not another report) – SatNav

There’s not much left to be said having read the great reports already submitted. Suffice to say a great weekend, no-one left anything out on the road and everyone dug equally deep both for themselves and the wider collective. Precisely what ER is all about.

So my perspective:

  • text from Drastique, 5.15am Saturday “Problems, BT’s car has run out of vegetable oil, he’s getting it towed”
  • arranged for Drastique to awake Lady WBA to get keys to my car instead (which was at WBA’s)
  • WBA couldn’t contact Lady WBA; grave concerns for both Drastique’s and WBA’s safety
  • Kudos Lady WBA for taking all in good humour, BT and Drastique now on their way
  • team ER relieved as Drastique on dinner duty Sat night (which was again sensational)
  • started at what turned out to be the back of Wave 3
  • Ivan and WBA pulled up just over the start line, yelled out to them, all sounded OK, headed onwards (will let Ivan tell the story there; bulk kudos Colette for her assistance here)
  • went past the 10km mark that brought me unstuck last year
  • caught up with Simba up Tawonga, rode the descent together, jumped on a group, gathered in Phantom, all good
  • Buffalo climb was good with the “softer than Thredbo” gearing I had on
  • aim was to try to gather in as many ER brethren as possible up the hill
  • and anyone wearing Sydney-based kit (with the hope of saying “we’re just a bunch of casual commuters”)
  • lunch stop, NNNick departing when I turned in, still 10 minutes to the good….
  • quick bite with Pink, Gav, Bill, Drastique, Wilson
  • good train out to Ovens with Drastique, pulled in Wilson who had gone 2-up up the road
  • stopped with Drastique who needed more painkillers, headed off before him as he needed his seat fixed too
  • tough hit out towards Mount Beauty, difficult to find a group as many crystal cranking, workshy or too quick for me
  • hot but thankfully not windy
  • Drastique returned favour by turning up on my wheel…”Get going….here’s a bunch” (our boy had about 20 behind him and had hauled them back onto my wheel…..champion)
  • that lasted about 10km, split up on the Rosewhite climb
  • rolled into Mount Beauty, 30km to go
  • game of two halves
  • didn’t read the instructions, missed the detail that second 15km was tougher than first 15km
  • hammered first 15km, felt good
  • then struggled in that last 15km, felt ordinary
  • finished
  • but no jersey unfort…..

Credits:

  • ER. Period.
  • everyone who participated and contributed to the weekend making it what it was, everyone rolled up their sleeves and didn’t need to be asked twice to assist with food, clean up etc etc
  • WBA, NNNick and Ivan for their company in the WBA’s car there and back
  • NNNick for grabbing the BBQ tongs for Sun night meal
  • PD for the Thredbo weekend, many lessons learnt, unlikely I would have finished 3P had I not have learnt those lessons 2 weeks before
  • VD; soulmate following our respective Thredbo disappointments
  • those who texted, emailed, followed on Latitude etc

And for those considering next year:

  • it’s all within our reach
  • manageable with limited weekend ride time
  • let’s do it.

Thanks all

Mark/Satnav

The Spirit Of The ER Community

The weather was almost Fluffer-like gorgeous this morning after Half Lindfield had booked a 0730 hours start at Half Corner – a bit of a lie in was had by all; but clearly as an academic Half didn’t want to rush the morning.

The expectation was an 80-90km ride through the 4 Gorges followed by a Hearty Breakfast – ‘Don’t worry Big G we’ll be there in a couple of hours as we passed the Bobbin Head Road Cafe!’. The biggest case of mis-selling I have heard this year………

In true Pied Piper style Half meandered through The Hills Of Near Death, St Ives Alps, turning the wrong way into the Mona Vale Road (apparently to catch the lights into Pentecost – thanks for the call Halfie!) and up Bobbin Head Road to pick up the ‘Merry Few’ that decided to join Halfie and I including Leonardo De Finchie (LDF), Dragon, Bucky and Andora.

For me there are a few key things that I want to call out about this mornings ride:

  • I absolutely applaud what I call ‘The Spirit Of The ER Community’ including the advice that is given during these rides as people want to encourage others to improve – Today’s ride included many constructive comments from all around. It started with Half’s advice about focusing on the pedal strokes during the upward phase of the rotation, ‘Staying in the Big Chainset Big Goaders to develop your power’ through to LDF’s advice and encouragement on climbing. All welcome. Thank You.
  • This ride wasn’t about smashing it. Half had been clear on the expected pace, as the ride leader, and not once did I hear anyone question it. This was about enjoying a ride with others. Great example was on the last Bobbin Head climb I could see LDF working to pull us all up the hill. Every so often he would look around, realise he was widening the gap and then ease back a little to get us in striking distance – a form of teasing and encouragement to keep pushing it up the hill. Now LDF is in top form at the moment with his recent KOM’s to add to the bag but he really lived ‘The Spirit Of The ER Community’ today. His, and others, speed reflected the group and where gaps did exist people pulled over to regroup regularly. My Strava PR’s on this ride is down to the help all around me. Once again a big Thank You.
  • Bucky was an absolute gem – How many people follow you up a climb, and down a drop, to tell you that your wheel is slightly off alignment and you should get it looked at to prevent any problems. I picked this ‘pronounced wheel deviation’ – in Bucky’s words – in mine it was a minor buckle but then apparently I hadn’t seen it with my weight on it!! Bucky – clearly a man passionate about the spin and alignment of a wheel and the safety of a fellow ER. So much so that after we all departed at the end of the ride he suggested that I came up to his ‘wheel lab’ so that he could put it right. Let me tell you the Wheel Lab has more spin than the Fluffer – if you are interested in a set of wheels then he is definitely worth a conversation with. If you need a set aligning then that too is worth a conversation.
  • I learn’t more with Bucky in 20mins about the general maintenance of a bike than I have learnt all of last year. I know that I need to work on the maintenance of my bikes but wouldn’t know where to start. Schleck gave me some good advice on Friday also. After the 20 mins with Bucky I have suggested to him (and Brownie previously) that we should run some short sessions on general bike maintenance especially for all the Newbies (including myself). Think of these as 40 min masterclasses. We could try the first one and see ‘how it works’ if this is of interest to people. Let me know if you are interested and I will try and set one up if there is enough of you. The first session could be about general maintenance i.e. wheel alignment, cleaning chain sets, altering gears and brakes etc. If anyone is interested in this the let me know. I am willing for the first one of these to run in my garage if one of the ‘experienced’ ones are willing to give up some time. We could probably do one on a return OTP one day and each throw in a few dollars to have a beer during and buy the professional a few coffee’s as a thank you.

Reflecting on the ride (and the 17 PR’s…..) we shouldn’t forget ‘why’ we enjoy riding together. I spent nearly a year riding on my own in Sydney because I didn’t know of people who I could ride with. I can only thank you all for the ‘Spirit of the ER community’ that every rider demonstrates. A very big thank you to you all – I am loving it.

The Fluffer is on both Tuesday and Thursday this week as normal – meet at 5.15am at St Ives. The Spirit of the ER will be on full show. The weather is forecast to be excellent. Let’s get pedalling. Don’t forget your big lights. If any Fluffettes are coming up from Manly/Mosman let me know and I may be able to link a couple of you up if you are riding up to the start.

Thanks

Big Goaders

Fursday’s Faster Fluffer

The stars were out big time this morning as we set out for the Fursday Fluffer. Newbies included Mark, a guy called Clutters – who decided to add an extra 20km to his ride – and new Fluffette Laura (we’ve got them rolling in) who cycled up from Mosman to join us close to Terry Hills – Epic ride from Laura. Well done. Moving averages were within the normal ranges; 23-26km/h up to Mona Vale, 29km along the Bus Lanes and then 20km/h from Spit.

Great riding by all. Progress was only slowed by my Puncture in the National Park after making a witty comment to Laura – so sharp that the tire exploded. This was quickly followed by Mark’s two punctures. Fortunately ‘Formula 1 Tire Changer’ Satnav came to the rescue and achieved a 6 minute change on the first, 7 on the second and 8 on the third. Thanks Admin, Robert and Satnav for their quick expertise on these changes. Fluffer spirit prevailed and we battled on – after the last set of punctures we had 2 months without any so this is the time to get your mechanical free rides in – we will be puncture free until May!!

To ensure the ETA at B&T was achieved the ‘Faster Fluffer’ route was introduced which continued us down the Bus Lanes right through to Spit (missing out the beaches). Post ride contact with Manly suggested that the flurry of beach babes who were there to meet us quickly dispersed as word got out of the diversion.

Another enjoyable ride.

Thanks to all involved Big Goaders

Tuesday’s Easy ride along the One True Path

The radar said no… Doris said yes…

Unloading into a fine misty morning atop the Col de Fox Valley dawn was not yet broken, but Doris was happy.

Rolling into the shambles on Pacific Highway was an interesting experience, grid locked traffic, and looking like a late arrival at Gordon the Fox Valley crew were forced to use a small section of the footpath, and apart from some equipment failure ( one ripped jersey due to low hanging branch) there was only one GOTFP token from a ute driver grid locked short of Pymble hill. One truck parked just before Telegraph Road was responsible for the utter chaos for the preceding 4 kms..

20 or more in the starting grid, flashing from various parts of the anatomy as ERs do, no one solution used where many are possible, and judging from the plastic on show and moisture about the road surface, today’s roll in would be we lubricated.

YHC quietly sliding to the rear, Lantern Rouge being Doris’s preferred position, and who am I to refuse. Counting the Er’s out, as the charge of the flashing light brigade made their way onto the one true path. Slow and steady at first, rolling through the hills of death at a sedately pace, avoiding any white line, metal grate, obvious hole in the carriageway..Doris being a wet bike was in her element.

Tapering or just plain enjoying the for once “Easy “ ride, it seemed the mood this morning was laid back, progressing at no faster than the slowest rider pace, ( YHC in snooze mode ) making this definitely the second best way to start the day. Accreting more than a few more ERs along the way, by the regroup at Tindale it would have had to be 30 strong and due to conditions much care and attention ensuring all arrived in one piece…the regroup at Crowies using all available space between the roundabout and the turn off Willoughby Rd..yup the peloton had grown.

B&T sprint starts a little earlier each day, I remember when it could be restrained to the top of the stairs on the SHB, Phantom and Schlecky kicked the can back to the lights at Falcon St..and took off like scalded cats from there. But the also rans were still very much in “Easy” mode and rolled with little extra enthusiasm through the North Sydney shambles, YHC was even engaged by a car driver for directions to North Sydney station..civic duty done, gave Doris a little kick along lavender st..nothing to strenuous though.

25 or more at B&T, arrived just in time to see a few rain drops fall on the forecourt and Vic raising the umbrellas as they cleared, but once again the coffee and pseudo foods appearing with gusto and aplomb.

Fluffers and flutters, Epping chapters, and stragglers filling the forecourt, not enough room to swing a cat as per usual, annoying the gent who leans up against the next doors wall to read his paper, he was busy rearranging bicycles to find a little wall space so he could sit on the windowsill of the Doctors surgery..I am sure this will resolve itself when the very nice people at Sydney Council install proper bike racks for us in the B&T vicinity.

Weather is forecast to improve this afternoon, making all routes available and probably warm to boot. Choose your return route with abandon.

Have a great day all

BT

Rider of the Week #27 – Turnip

1. Tell us a bit about yourself

I grew up in Blackpool, on the west coast of England, about 50 miles from Manchester. Rode to school every day because it was quicker than the bus and it’s pretty flat. Met Mrs Turnip when I moved to Stevenage after Uni. Stevenage, just North of London, is town built after the war to accommodate the people from London’s east end who were living in temporary accommodation after the war, it’s full of bike paths. Mrs Turnip didn’t own a car when I met her but she did own a bike, a Raleigh ladies bike that was very heavy from memory. Me, a single guy who drank too much found the bike paths safer than the main roads!.

We emigrated to Australia in 1988, because my boss at the time wouldn’t give me 5 weeks break to go on a holiday to Australia, so we sold our house and bought 1 way tickets to Sydney.

Our two girls have grown up with cycling parents, and have been on cycling holidays in France, and South Australia. Though they have both traded their bicycles in for a car.

2. What got you into cycling?

My first memory of cycling was used to race around the pavements in our cul-de-sac we (there were some technical right angled corners with a brick wall deigned to rub the bark off the riders nearest to the wall). These corners favoured smaller riders with lower centre of gravity who could sneak around on the inside. (I’m the one on the left, My best friend Mike, and my brother Martin always the engineer is studying the pavement surface to try and seek unfair advantage)     Dave, Mike and Martin

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

Used to commute with Zlatko, along the hard shoulder if the M2 from Browns Water Hole, and then on the bike path over the Lane Cove Tunnel. When the RTA stole our M2 bike path to build “an extra car lane” Mrs Turnip remembered seeing an article in the North Shore Times about a commuter group who rode to the city from Turramurra. I loitered outside the petrol station on Pacific until I saw St. Nav sprint pass. Big mistake, I tried to catch his wheel only to be dropped before Telegraph Road. The next day, I rolled out of the petrol station as soon as saw him, and managed to hang on until Pymble hill, gravity took over and I managed to keep up until Gordon. The rest is history.

4. Tell us about your bikes.

My first bike was a hand me down from my older brother. As you can see from the earlier picture its even smaller than my current Merida!.

When I went to high school I upgraded to a BSA 20” ( my legs were still too short for a real racer even with 24″ wheels). Some say they still are!

BSA 

When I finished year 10, and passed my O-levels my parents bought me a Freddie Grubb with 10 gears ! (only lasted 4 weeks before it was stolen)

Freddie Grubb

After that I borrowed my brother’s bike whilst he was at Uni, not sure where he got it from but its Frame number as GPO12345 !

Post Bike

This dream machine saw me through University in Liverpool. Its frame was so heavy the local 8 year old lads weren’t strong enough to ride it away even if they did manage to break the lock during lectures. Nine year olds didn’t waste their time stealing two wheels, they had already graduated to anything with 4 wheels and an engine. I think my brother still has it his shed in Macclesfield, that’s probably why he doesn’t ride!

In the summer holidays I used the trusty post office bike to ride to work as a deckchair attendant on Blackpool Beach and sometimes gave a friend a lift home, with her sat on the handlebars. OK I was never that good looking!

Butch

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

Definitely France. We’ve had several great cycling holidays there, 10 days in Provence, a week in the Loire Valley with the teenage turnips. The French really understand cycling probably because the TDF reminds them every year how lucky they are to live and ride there. I’m a fan of the mountains, Mrs Turnip prefers the more gentle roads through the vineyards. It’s a difficult balancing act keeping Mrs T happy, enjoying the food and wine after a leisurely and scenic ride, or take my beloved up the hills? My answer is do both! Thankfully Mrs Turnip is still talking to me after getting to the summit of the Col du Persaud, just in time to see the Cadel Evans and his BMC team-mates come over the top in last year’s Tour. She has given me a leave pass for this year’s Tour. She is holidaying in Holland this year.

6. Tell us a riding story.

June 2011.

Having signed up with a friend for a 16 day ride in Italy from Rome to Lake Como, we arrived in Rome a few days early to get our bike sorted and recover from jet lag. On the first day of the tour, I foolishly gave one of my water bottles to a fellow rider, as her only one had bounced out of her cage a few kilometres back down the road. As the mercury rose above 30 degrees I dropped off the back of the pack when my 750ml bottle of life giving liquid was exhausted. The next couple of hours were spent getting lost in the hills somewhere north of Rome. I discovered I’d missed the lunch stop when I got to the top of a 20km climb and looked down at the lake below where we were supposed to regroup.

A quick check of the map , I discovered that if I descended down the other side of the mountain, I would be back on the route sometime that afternoon. After a quick roadside sandwich at a truck stop, and with a full bidon, I descended quickly, to make up for lost time. Too quickly as I it turned out as I was now ahead of the peloton and as the Italian workforce raced home for their siesta, I fought through the traffic jam of a major town, and was finally spat out of the other side towards the village where our camp site was located and a well-earned rest. At the 110km maker I heard the familiar grumble of the rain gods, who were not happy that I ridden all day without getting wet, and shortly after the rain started descending with some force. Still riding on my own and with only a photocopy of a map to guide me to my tent, I took refuge in a petrol station. Unfortunately I didn’t notice that the forecourt was cobbled and liberally covered in diesel. The crack from my broken elbow when it hit the ground still makes me feel sick when I think about it.

Getting the Lycra off that night was very tricky, as I couldn’t bend my elbow. The next day I had a nice bruise forming around my right elbow. By lunch I had to admit to the tour medic Id crashed the previous day. He immediately drew a line around the bruise and allowed me to ride the afternoon as I could control the bike and the brakes.

When we arrived at camp the bruise had extended from my shoulder to my wrist, and so I was sent for an X-ray. Even though the radiologist could speak no English, and my Italian is limited to ordering beer, coffee and pizza, we looked at the X-ray together and I knew my holiday was over.

The next week was spent with my arm in plaster from my wrist to my armpit, travelling in the best sag wagon ever, a converted fire engine, through Tuscany before a Business class ticket back to OZ (Thank-you Westpac Travel Insurance).

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

Always ride at a pace you comfortable with and at a speed you think is safe. For me its about how you get there and arriving safely, not arriving first. My 3 peaks finishing time of 12 hours 57 minutes last year, sums it up. [Editors note: the cut off was 13 hours] Don’t try and ride to someone else’s ability because you may not finish at all.

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

I wrote the computer program which monitored for radioactive leaks at perimeter of the Sellafield which is a nuclear reprocessing site in Cumbria England. Perhaps that’s why I now live on the other side of the world!

Turnip

Ode to Anna

From Dora on behalf of the peloton

Oh Anna, we will miss you Anna
Not least ‘cos thou art like a Bananna
All goodness on the inside
Brightly coloured and a little dotty on the out

Oh Anna, don’t go Anna
Like a desert misses the rain
Like the Muggles miss the train
Like Schleck misses Luigi
Like we all love the GG
Like Stratos misses Blue Steel
Like the grate misses Ravi’s wheel
We will miss you Banana Peel

Like Norman misses the long way
Like LDF misses race day
Like Goaders loves a High-Viz
Like Flash loves a quick wizz
Like Wilson misses Heavy Metal
Like Mondays miss a soft pedal
Like Brownie loves a new spanner
Like Boolay loves an old Bandana
We will miss you Anna Bananna

Like Jenny misses good nutrition
Like Half loathes the human condition
Like Chippo misses a perv
Like a car door misses a swerve
Like Spicey loves a long chat
Like the B1ses hate a double flat
Like Dragon misses Jeff Wiggle
We will all miss Anna’s giggle

Like Lunchie misses dessert
Like the 4 Horses put on ‘the hurt’
Like Navigatius misses a halo
Like Comet loves a ‘no show’
Like Drastic misses a fling
Like his arm misses a sling
Like Magoo fails to miss anything
We will miss you Ms Bananna

Come back soon.