You never roll alone on the one true path…though the illusion is quite strong, with strava as your friend it keeps you company no matter what..eh Wilson..they’ll come soon and then we’ll see who’s on the peloton..
Last Man Friday..in the traps waiting for a non-existant BOF to horn start the last OTP of the year..but even that was a no show…they’ll be here soon Wilson just you see if they don’t..
A desert island disk playing accumulated hits of Cardiff, “You’ll never walk alone” as YHC attacked the hills of death, memories of the ER peloton replete with running commentary calls of “Car Back” and “Glass” from Wilson..
Checking the clock on the crest of the Col de Lindfield, and ahead by a couple of minutes, the possibility of a PB or two fled through the brain leaving only an outline of its potential, no point flogging the horses eh Wilson..
A sprint to the crest of the Col de Rawhiti but had to wait for Wilson to catch up..so not really a blip on the Schlek stoush where YHC has nearly blown a lung through the rib cage on that section…perhaps there will be company joining soon eh Wilson..Lunchie for sure..
Alas just more desert ahead, ghosts of ER pelotons past trundling through the Col de Hill St into Boundary…not even a touch on the brakes as silence reigned …tumbrels not rolling as not a breath of wind through Chatswoo’ a lonely place on the second best way to start the day.
Tinadale had to regroup, Wilson finding a crook light on the Mowbray turn..then a spirited descent and spin through the Artarmon SUP…a solitary ER jockeying for position on the KOM, exploding into a last second dash for line honours..and applause from the Boundary riders already receiving coffee on the pavement tables ..beat Wilson by a mile..so was forced to soft pedal in the winner’s circle ..as one does..only as fast as the slowest rider..
Burlington burn was only a smoulder today as there were landscapers digging the landscape and lollypopping traffic into submission..but from there on my new Green light button seemed to be working well..whistled through the shredder and was onto the bridge before Wilson as I never saw him again..
Coffee..on the end of Kent St..luckily had room for the peloton of one..
Departures discussed and agreed as the usual 5:15 GG bus..
Have a great one all..
BT