Met Paul at Volstead after 5 and took him back to his place where he got ready and we sorted out lights etc. Rode from there across to Major Aitken, and chuffed up here, nice and mild - we were down to teeshirts and shorts. Off the road and up the dirt, lights just starting to be needed here. Climbed up onto the singletrack and up to landing strip, then up the gravel grovel to the top. Quite a bit of westerly wind blowing up here, pushing us up the road to the start of the Traverse. Turned into the wind, and hit the Traverse, hanging a right into the fun descender, wind affecting jumping, but not too much, down back onto the landing strip and then I looked for the alternative line in the tussocks, not really finding it but checked it out and this led us into the rest of the fun descender down to the gate.
Over the stile and down the droppy good times, cleaning every inch of it, bombing down into the off camber zone to the Old Skool. One option I'd been thinking about was to head through HiddenValley and up Vic to drop down the closed walking track zone, but neither of us could be bothered with the extra climbing, so we just flowed it on out the Old Skool and dropped it down to the valley bottom, enjoying it muchly. Oh yes.
Finally, down Bowenvale Ave, across the river, around the river, up to Moon Under for a pint and some chups, and then as we were heading back to his place, on Strickland, we heard this clatter like one of us had run over something. I stopped quickly and went back to see what it was, and it was my car key! Bloody fallen out of my pocket! Too Close!
17kms, cos of all the town flat stuff, with 431 m climbed.
Over the stile and down the droppy good times, cleaning every inch of it, bombing down into the off camber zone to the Old Skool. One option I'd been thinking about was to head through HiddenValley and up Vic to drop down the closed walking track zone, but neither of us could be bothered with the extra climbing, so we just flowed it on out the Old Skool and dropped it down to the valley bottom, enjoying it muchly. Oh yes.
Finally, down Bowenvale Ave, across the river, around the river, up to Moon Under for a pint and some chups, and then as we were heading back to his place, on Strickland, we heard this clatter like one of us had run over something. I stopped quickly and went back to see what it was, and it was my car key! Bloody fallen out of my pocket! Too Close!
17kms, cos of all the town flat stuff, with 431 m climbed.
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