After-work pick-up from my place, and we drove across to park by the bridge opposite the end of Bowenvale Ave. Craig showed up not long after we'd headed up the start of Bowenvale Ave and we all headed up valley. He was on a new (to him) 1992 Diamondback. We headed up Old Skool, me dropping back somewhat, but them waiting after long hard bits. I was feeling fricking awful on the climbing, like I had no lungs and no legs, or like whenever I turned the pedals there was something like a 40% drain of my power. Walked a couple of bits I've never walked before. Eventually we made it up to where you either turn left up under the pylon or right and head down Hidden Valley Link. We turned left, and at this point Craig turned back saying he had some stuff to do.
Up into the zig zags, I started to die. Then, I actually did die - and suffered hell for the duration of the climb. At the gate we regrouped and Nelson had cleaned the whole damned thing. I managed to ride from here, up onto the new descending track from the Traverse (that's next to Huntsbury). We bumped into Robin near the top, who was on his way down. Then it was off round the Traverse, Nelson chasing some XC dude, and me just trailing along feeling like Captain Slow. Through the top of Vic trees, the sun boring straight into our eyes, and into Thompsons for a swoopy fun ride through the burned terrain. Across the road and up it, my struggling legs barely managing the climb to the top of the Nun.
Good flow down the top section, reeling Nelson in then not, and then once around the rocky corner into the slightly lower stuff I started feeling tired, maybe? Anyway, pinchflatted somewhere after the wooden bridge bit, and ended up having to walk the last 20 m or so to the carpark pull out. Nelson had stopped in those corners, so we got to it and changed the tube in record time, he got my old one out while I put some air in the fresh one, then he got that into while I folded up and put everything away, then I finished off the pumping-up. Was careful on the rear end for the rest of the way down, then under the Kiwi and back up the road into top of Vic Park, me gasping and dying on the climb.
Sun had set, and it was gloaming time, so we headed the most direct way down, through Brake Free, into Sesame St, straightlined down Spazzers, then across the ridge line into the new bit straight ahead, fun tech down this, then zig and zag (in some muck) and over the wee jump onto Bridges, weaving down the rest of this and blasting down the valley bottom out, all in near darkness. Finally, down the road back to the car by about 7.45pm.
Twas 18 or so km, and we climbed 633m.
Up into the zig zags, I started to die. Then, I actually did die - and suffered hell for the duration of the climb. At the gate we regrouped and Nelson had cleaned the whole damned thing. I managed to ride from here, up onto the new descending track from the Traverse (that's next to Huntsbury). We bumped into Robin near the top, who was on his way down. Then it was off round the Traverse, Nelson chasing some XC dude, and me just trailing along feeling like Captain Slow. Through the top of Vic trees, the sun boring straight into our eyes, and into Thompsons for a swoopy fun ride through the burned terrain. Across the road and up it, my struggling legs barely managing the climb to the top of the Nun.
Good flow down the top section, reeling Nelson in then not, and then once around the rocky corner into the slightly lower stuff I started feeling tired, maybe? Anyway, pinchflatted somewhere after the wooden bridge bit, and ended up having to walk the last 20 m or so to the carpark pull out. Nelson had stopped in those corners, so we got to it and changed the tube in record time, he got my old one out while I put some air in the fresh one, then he got that into while I folded up and put everything away, then I finished off the pumping-up. Was careful on the rear end for the rest of the way down, then under the Kiwi and back up the road into top of Vic Park, me gasping and dying on the climb.
Sun had set, and it was gloaming time, so we headed the most direct way down, through Brake Free, into Sesame St, straightlined down Spazzers, then across the ridge line into the new bit straight ahead, fun tech down this, then zig and zag (in some muck) and over the wee jump onto Bridges, weaving down the rest of this and blasting down the valley bottom out, all in near darkness. Finally, down the road back to the car by about 7.45pm.
Twas 18 or so km, and we climbed 633m.
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