Ok, so I can’t actually say I do this ride every day but this is where I go when I do ride.
Firstly, a quick peek at the sun rising as I head up my first hill.
Here are just some of my newfound friends that join me as I ride. I will try to get some shots of the snakes, pigs, monkeys and pack of dogs that also like to follow me.
I’ve only made it to the top of this hill once-it is my nemesis.
A bit of postcard scenery along the way. (photos 4 and 5)
Another goodie that gets my heart rate going.
This whole island is made up of mountains!!
Aahh, back in the village and home again.
220km, 2days, 2 years running AND A TRUCK LOAD OF MONEY FOR CANCER RESEARCH. This is our story...
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Five Go Mad In ...Wait... Where ARE we?
The planets just weren't aligned yesterday (Sunday) which was such a shame as Ruth had the whole route planned out and I was particularly looking forward to just following the group in unchartered territory.
Firstly, the weather. It wasn't pissing down. It was just sort of dribs and drabs here and there. So we decided we would just go for it. Ruth, myself and Jacqui met at the ferry stop, 6.30am and made our way up Dornoch, down Gladstone and picked up Jacque en route to Toohey Forest. Celia was planning to go on the 7am ride but Kirsty and Michelle had (wisely) given that one a miss due to the weather so she called and hooked up with us at Tarragindi. By the time we were all on our way we had lost a good deal of time. The going was slow partly due to the wet and I think I was being particularly cautious (read slow) which did mean a few stops while the others waited for me to gingerly catch up.
The rain came in waves. Never heavy but enough to slow us and be annoying. And then I didn't bring a raincoat so I got very wet and cold. We got as far as about Carindale-ish along the Bulimba Creek bikeway when we stopped under a bridge (Wecker Road) and had a brief conference resulting in the unanimous decision that coffee and a warm cafe would be the most sensible option. We broke out the map.
As it turns out we were in some kind of weird dimension where the nearest cafe was bloody miles away and we were going to have to hoik it down some rather large roads to get there. So, with an air of determination - that air of determination you get when you are coffee deprived and cold and know the faster you pedal the closer you'll be - we hit the big roads. My chain came off which was not too much of a problem but then Celia got a flat. Our first flat! We were sort of excited!
A quick inventory of equipment showed that both Ruth and I were carrying spare inner tubes and pumps and I had some tyre levers so the removal of Celia's inner tube ensued.
It was the back wheel and in our haste we forgot to take it off the actual bike! Eventually we remembered. After a bit of fiddling, the tyre levers worked and out came Celia's offending inner tube.
Then we tried my inner tube but it was a Presta valve and I knew my pump was convertible to Presta but I just couldn't seem to pop the attachment out. So Celia tried Ruth's inner tube but the valve was too wide to go through the hole in the rim of the wheel. Back to plan A and I finally worked out how to convert my pump so we pumped up the tube. Then Celia tried to put it on her wheel but it deflated so I pumped it up, she put it on her wheel and it deflated so I pumped it up she put it on her wheel and it deflated...is there a hole in it? NO there's a screw on top THATS IT! OK pump it up this time and we'll trap the air in with the screw!!! GENIUS.
So we pumped up the tube to "half a mungrel" flaccidity and attempted to insert said tube into the tyre. Only the thing was this tube was gigantic! I checked the wheel - 700mm. I checked the box of the tube: 700mm. The tube was like a METRE in diameter! This caused mass giggles all round as we all stood there, cold and wet wondering what the hell to do with this hoola hoop bloody inner tube.
Finally Celia decided to admit defeat and call Keong to come and get her: Flat tyre 1 Wonders 0
The weather started to clear as the remainder of us carried on. I kept giving in to spontaneous giggles at the thought of the size of the tube. Eventually we found a nice little coffee shop somewhere on Logan Road (3kms from Stones Corner the sign said) and we tucked in to some delicious breakfast and coffees. It was a lovely little break and would have been even lovelier if it didn't start frigging raining the minute we got up to leave. It was then a case of "let's get the hell home" and with an air of determination that is common to those in desperate need of a nice warm bath/shower and a couch with blankets, and perhaps the soothing sympathetic coos of a loved one... and maybe a massage and another cuppa... we set off again.
A final push up Gladstone and we were done. Jacque declined our kind offer of escorting her up the hill too just for the hell of it. What a shame!
Door to door it took us nearly 4 hours and we did about 48kms. We'll chalk this one up to experience and try Ruth's 100km again soon!
Late edit: I have looked it up and the place we went to is Swich Espresso, Logan Road, Holland Park West. Excellent little place!
Firstly, the weather. It wasn't pissing down. It was just sort of dribs and drabs here and there. So we decided we would just go for it. Ruth, myself and Jacqui met at the ferry stop, 6.30am and made our way up Dornoch, down Gladstone and picked up Jacque en route to Toohey Forest. Celia was planning to go on the 7am ride but Kirsty and Michelle had (wisely) given that one a miss due to the weather so she called and hooked up with us at Tarragindi. By the time we were all on our way we had lost a good deal of time. The going was slow partly due to the wet and I think I was being particularly cautious (read slow) which did mean a few stops while the others waited for me to gingerly catch up.
The rain came in waves. Never heavy but enough to slow us and be annoying. And then I didn't bring a raincoat so I got very wet and cold. We got as far as about Carindale-ish along the Bulimba Creek bikeway when we stopped under a bridge (Wecker Road) and had a brief conference resulting in the unanimous decision that coffee and a warm cafe would be the most sensible option. We broke out the map.
As it turns out we were in some kind of weird dimension where the nearest cafe was bloody miles away and we were going to have to hoik it down some rather large roads to get there. So, with an air of determination - that air of determination you get when you are coffee deprived and cold and know the faster you pedal the closer you'll be - we hit the big roads. My chain came off which was not too much of a problem but then Celia got a flat. Our first flat! We were sort of excited!
A quick inventory of equipment showed that both Ruth and I were carrying spare inner tubes and pumps and I had some tyre levers so the removal of Celia's inner tube ensued.
It was the back wheel and in our haste we forgot to take it off the actual bike! Eventually we remembered. After a bit of fiddling, the tyre levers worked and out came Celia's offending inner tube.
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| Never fear, my trusty spare tube will save the day |
Then we tried my inner tube but it was a Presta valve and I knew my pump was convertible to Presta but I just couldn't seem to pop the attachment out. So Celia tried Ruth's inner tube but the valve was too wide to go through the hole in the rim of the wheel. Back to plan A and I finally worked out how to convert my pump so we pumped up the tube. Then Celia tried to put it on her wheel but it deflated so I pumped it up, she put it on her wheel and it deflated so I pumped it up she put it on her wheel and it deflated...is there a hole in it? NO there's a screw on top THATS IT! OK pump it up this time and we'll trap the air in with the screw!!! GENIUS.
So we pumped up the tube to "half a mungrel" flaccidity and attempted to insert said tube into the tyre. Only the thing was this tube was gigantic! I checked the wheel - 700mm. I checked the box of the tube: 700mm. The tube was like a METRE in diameter! This caused mass giggles all round as we all stood there, cold and wet wondering what the hell to do with this hoola hoop bloody inner tube.
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| Something's not quite right here... |
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| Jacque: making the best of a bad situation |
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| Ruth and offending tube. Look at the bloody size of it! |
Finally Celia decided to admit defeat and call Keong to come and get her: Flat tyre 1 Wonders 0
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| Jax and Jacqui helped Celia across the road with her bike and detached wheel |
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| A dreary old end to Celia's ride |
A final push up Gladstone and we were done. Jacque declined our kind offer of escorting her up the hill too just for the hell of it. What a shame!
Door to door it took us nearly 4 hours and we did about 48kms. We'll chalk this one up to experience and try Ruth's 100km again soon!
Late edit: I have looked it up and the place we went to is Swich Espresso, Logan Road, Holland Park West. Excellent little place!
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday rides
There were 3 rides happening today: the 6.30 ride with Katina, Ruth, JB, JW and Celia, the 8am ride with Michelle, Emma and myself and the ride down in the Gold Coast with Kirsty and some more fab looking scenery.
It definitely seems to be less of an ordeal doing 100km... I think this is the 3rd one now. We took snack/stretch breaks at the cycleway (about 25km) and then coffee/snacks/stretch at Shorncliffe (55k) then again on the Jim Soorley bikeway (75k). It worked well I think.
Michelle, Emma and I clocked 100kms as we rode past Celia's house and then decided to celebrated by going up Dornoch terrace - just to see how the legs would cope with a decent hill after a long ride. I have to admit to grunting a bit but other than that all 3 of us made it with no serious problems.
Route: Decker Park (just before the Houghton Highway bridge) and back with a quick up and down Dornoch. Total: 103kms
Meanwhile, Kirsty sent us some more tortuous photos of her ride on the Gold Coast...
It definitely seems to be less of an ordeal doing 100km... I think this is the 3rd one now. We took snack/stretch breaks at the cycleway (about 25km) and then coffee/snacks/stretch at Shorncliffe (55k) then again on the Jim Soorley bikeway (75k). It worked well I think.
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| Anticipating the feeling of triumph early on. |
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| Emma shows us her Frog Stretch |
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| OK coffee done time to get going! |
Michelle, Emma and I clocked 100kms as we rode past Celia's house and then decided to celebrated by going up Dornoch terrace - just to see how the legs would cope with a decent hill after a long ride. I have to admit to grunting a bit but other than that all 3 of us made it with no serious problems.
Route: Decker Park (just before the Houghton Highway bridge) and back with a quick up and down Dornoch. Total: 103kms
Meanwhile, Kirsty sent us some more tortuous photos of her ride on the Gold Coast...
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| Kirra |
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| Banora Point looking west |
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| Tweed River looking to Lamington Plateau |
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| Tweed River |
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| Bilinga Beach |
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Sunsuper Group Ride (with Jax and Katina)
From Jacque:
Here's Katina waiting longingly for her tucker whilst I take a piccie. The grub was yum and the ride was more mentally taxing than physically as we negotiated riding in a pack and sharing the roads with cycle friendly and unfriendly road users!
From Katina:
I met Jacqueline B aka Boonie at Milton for a 7am departure.
I
won't do a blow by blow, but essentially there was a 50km route from
Milton out to Manly via Vulture St, Riding Rd, Lytton Rd, Tingal Rd, Bay
Tce, Manly Rd, Wynnum Rd, Waminda St, Stanley St East Goodwill Bridge,
city. (Notice those street names are all major roads?) We soon found
that there was actually very little organisation and basically you were
on your own with other riders in the same position. Luckily I had
mapped out the route the night before on a good paper map with detail,
so I had that to rely on. The other riders were just following their
noses and trying to glean where the route was. That was extremely
poorly organised. I had envisoned leaders to show us the way, but also
other riders with mounted i-phone gps'es, following the route. I didn't
see a single one. I don't understand that. It was all down to my
paper highlighted map. And we had some guys' phone number...
At the beginning of
the ride, as far as Lindum, there were many other riders together and
it was a great experience of riding in a disorganised mass ride. Riders
of varying speeds and abilities all hurtling along, and roads which
were populated by trucks and often lacking in any bike lane, or with a
very patchy and poorly maintained lane. As Boonie has commented, it
required absolute concentration. We could not let our guard down for a
moment and had to be constantly aware of what was going on behind,
beside in front of us, as well as the condition of the road ahead. You
often can't really see the road conditions ahead because of other
riders. So you have to respond quickly. Different attitudes to road
use were also apparent, e.g. I stopped before pulling out onto
Wellington Rd from Vulture St, however this wasn't what the riders
behind me were thinking, they were going to charge out, and that nearly
caused them to go up my bum. Lesson, the stopping signals are really
important, because what's obvious to you isn't obvious to others
behind. We need to be really vocal and explicit about all our moves to
let the other riders know what we are doing. We know each other well,
but there will be 1500 others. The start will probably be a bit
chaotic, but then it should thin out.
We
ended up as a group of 3 - me, Boonie and Rod, a guy we picked up - and
we made our way back to Morningside, there joined by others whom I was
apparently to lead to our brekkie destination. It required a fair bit
of courage I think for us all to take the route into the city we did,
along Wynnum Rd and finally riding past the Gabba on Stanley St and
along Vulture. You would not normally consider that as an obvious
route to take! However as a group we just resolved to stick together
and be visible and follow the route they had assigned us. It was ok, we
just had to be very assertive, sometimes claiming a whole lane in an
unambiguous way, for our safety.
Anyway
all was forgotten when Boonie and I got to the Villager Café and saw a
full hot breakfast buffet. I over-ate of course. We were able to speak
to a lovely fellow who was an RCC organiser. He clarified a few things
for us, e.g. that there won't be any road closures. There will be some
intersections closed for us at some times, however as Boonie said we
will be on major roads up to 100km hr. There will be a police and
marshal presence. Stops every 25km. Start will be about 7am.
We
worked out that those pockets at the back of your jersey are for
stuffing take away muffins in after buffet breakfasts. We left with
quite lumpy looking backs. Had a lovely ride home together in the
winter sun.
Kirsty does it tough...
Kirsty got some training in down at the Gold Coast earlier today. Looks like they had a perfect winter's day down there. Here are the photos she sent:
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| Poor Kirsty. It's a hard life having a Gold Coast getaway. |
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| Eco-village |
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| Palm Beach |
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| Currumbin Creek |
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| Elephant Rock, Currumbin |
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| Greenmount overlooking Rainbow Bay and Coolongatta |
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| Point Danger |
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| Rainbow Bay |
Cheers, Kirsty!
Monday, July 1, 2013
Wet, Wet, Wet
It was a pretty wet weekend. Katina and I got in early at 6am on Saturday to make the most of the semi-dry weather before it took a hold of the city. We did a loop of Mt. Coot-tha and then met up with Ruth and the three of us tackled Ithaca creek and followed it up with Seventeen Mile Rocks and home via Oxley. We were good with our snacks and stops: plenty of them including the Banneton bakery in Bardon I think it was which has lovely coffee and gorgeous looking cakes and bread but we didn't indulge in them - just the coffee. Of the three sections to the ride, Ithaca Creek was probably the one that I would avoid again if it is wet. There are lots of twists and turns so you really have to slow down.
Other than that I would recommend this route. You get a good hill workout as well as the endurance (read: sore arse) of a longer ride. It's about 70km. If I was being a real masochist, I might do it backwards. I'll see how I go with that one.
But there are other training options if you are worried about training on wet roads....

Kirsty, Michelle and Emma went hard on the spin bikes at the gym on Saturday morning. Go girls!!
Celia and I marched down and then up her long steep driveway on Sunday. Keong took the photo - cheers, Keong! OK it's probably not comparable to hours on the bike given that it was probably only about 1km and we had sipped a couple of glasses of mulled wine to warm up before we went (mmmm thanks Nell!) but we were still sweating and breathless by the end.
Keong didn't seem to raise much of a sweat which was a bit discouraging.
Roller Coaster Rider
Testing...testing... yep, we've got Map My Ride data coming through from Bron.
That sure is a wiggly speed line!
I had a text from her today and she said the hills there are a lot harder than anything she's done in oz so while her distances aren't very long, she's getting a good workout.
That sure is a wiggly speed line!
I had a text from her today and she said the hills there are a lot harder than anything she's done in oz so while her distances aren't very long, she's getting a good workout.
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