Grabbing what opportunity I could, knowing the weather was about to shit itself, I took the Jeht up into the Vic. Up the road, over 19th, through Skidder and a peaky wee blast down the Razza's. Then, climby climb climb back up to Skidder and up the gruntsville to the top. Down around the jumpies, bypassing the see-saw, first section of Breakfree, cutting out and heading down into the rocks - taking this pic just before:
Into the gums, fanging all the way down through the lower bit and out to the gate, back up towards the Skidder, hanging a left to head over 19th again, then nice coast down road to the 235, screaming through here, jump, jump, oaks, hard right up to road again, popping out as a massive peleton of gravellers were coming up, chatting to one who told me their route (similar to what I did on the Troll the other month - whether the weather shat itself or not). I peeled off under the dog park and smashed the blast down behind the houses, home.
Surprisingly little, 5 and 3/4 kms, and a disappointingly minimal 170 climbed. I'm sure it was more than that. It certainly felt like more than that.
Oh, and the weather didn't really hit until much later... Those gravellers would have gotten home pretty dry.
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