BVRT E2E X 2

 "Ok, so what the fig does that title mean" I hear you ask? 

Well, some dude (Paul Heymans) organised a MTB race/ride along the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail now that the whole trail is complete and without the missing link in the middle bit, that had existed for years. I have ridden various bits of the rail trail over the last 10 years or so but never the whole 161km length at once. But this race existed on the premise that "if a lot is good, then more must be better"! Hence the Times (x) 2 bit.

I recall scoffing at this ride two years ago when it was first mooted. 161km (x2) and bugger all climbing? "How hard could that be" I mused at the time. 

Roll on two years and with everything about 2020 pretty well FUCKED (technical term), about two weeks ago I thought "why the hell not". I mean, I'm not particularly fit and have done exactly zero training for a 322km-in-24-hours ride, so why the hell not? I need to salvage something from the ashes of this year.

I proceeded to get my Tour Divide bike out of mothballs as it runs a dynamo hub and can run a light all night long for free (virtually) - oh, did I mention the race starts at 7pm so the first 11 hours are in the dark? Upon close inspection one of the front wheel spoke nipples had sheared. A quick visit to Troy at Area 54 Outfitters (Troy built the BNT for me for the Tour Divide Race in 2015) and he had both my wheels fixed up and ready to roll. A quick Friday night camping trip with Deano the week before proved a handy shake down ride.

I have been working the warehouse job full time and squeezing in any flying the company are offering, so I have been pretty bushed each day for the last 2-3 months. In anticipation of a big night I took the day off (and spent all morning running around taking care of last minute race prep) but was still a bit rushed getting to the start at Esk on the Friday evening. I was there an hour before the start but a pre race hamburger took 25 minutes from the local cafe and before I knew it I was trying to find the race starting line in the dark. I told myself to just chill as what would it matter if I started 15 minutes late? After all, the race went for 24 hours.....

I ended up being ready to race at about 1845 so had 15 minutes to spare. I don't bother with the pre race gathering (nerves sessions) anymore and find it much more calming to just rock up very close to the start time anyway. You can always chat to people as you ride along after the start.

Now, the start actually came at 1858 (2 minutes early) and I was still right at the back of the 49 starters. I actually wanted to be a bit closer to the front because I figured those at the back would be chewing dust for the first few kilometres as it is SO dry here in Oz at the moment. 

So, after the start I just pedalled slowly and let the group get away from me. There was a bit of a breeze which blew the dust aside but when the trail turned into wind or downwind the dust was blinding and choking - so I just slowed even more. These races are finished by saving your legs for later.

I caught a few riders as they stopped by the trail side to adjust their gear. I caught one guy at Mt Hallen and said "g'day". Nothing. "Hows it going?" Nothing. Maybe he had ear phones in or maybe he was just rude. I couldn't tell in the dark. Anyway, about 500m further just as we crested a hill and we picking up speed I heard "ptsssshhh-shh-shhh-shhhh" as he got a punture in his front tyre. I asked if he was ok but got no response again - so I rode on. Gotta be a big boy and look after yourself on rides like this.

Shortly after I caught Troy, who was riding as a roving marshal/mechanic in the ride. Troy is normally in full on Iditarod training by now but with international travel on hold and no clear path in sight he was taking a breather from training (relatively - this WAS still a 322km ride!)

I dropped Troy after a while (or he backed of to enjoy the solitude) and leaving Lowood I caught Chevonne, who I rode with a bit last year in the Brisbane 500 ride. We chatted for a while before she dropped me on some gentle climbs. I was determined not to go too hard, too early but I also suk on climbs at the moment.

Coming into the Ipswich area the lead riders were coming back the other way. That put them about 15km in front of me so far (over about 60km ridden so far)! Far out!

I caught Chevonne again just before the Wulkuraka turn around point and she rolled into the station just a minute or two behind me. I ate some lollies, had a drink and took a photo before headeing back North. It was a warm night and I was sweating. I had not needed to pick up water yet and as usual this meant I was carrying too much. I had eaten almost nothing for the first 67km either....

Heading North I passed many, many riders rolling into the Wulkuraka turn around point and was a bit perlexed as to where they came from. I didn't recall passing so many others.

I settled into an even gentler pace, especially on the climbs as my legs were starting to hurt by now. I had taken the risky move of having a remedial massage on  my legs early Friday morning as they were quite tight/tired from a year of riding every day. The risk was that there would be no recovery day for my poor legs and right now it was hurting quite badly along my quads where the masseues had knuckled into them. Hmmmmm... not good.

The organisers of this ride had arranged for us to have our pre prepared drop bags delivered to Fernvale, Moore and Yarraman. As I rolled into Fernvale I only wanted the cheese and bacon roll and the can of iced coffee out of my Fernavale bag. Scoffing these down, I topped up my water bottle and filled it with my chosen electrolyte (Synabol Extreme) while chatting with the checkpoint volunteers. They were super cheery, which is always a great thing to pep riders up who may not be seeing the entire joys of the ride.

New Lockyer Creek bridge deck! Here is the old bridge deck in 2014.

I put my head down and just chugged along thinking I would reassess my plans once I got back to Esk. I had plans to change my knicks, eat and resupply before setting off again. I rode alone and saw no other riders for this section which was nice but being alone in one's own thoughts exacerbates all the aches and pains.....

Rolling into Esk I was right by my car (I had parked under a street light right by the trail so I could organise myself easily). I was a bit disappointed and surprised to see that it was just after 1am. Six hours for 134km?!! It was all dirt and I was on mountainbike tyres and not super fit, so it was ok I guess.

I put some fresh knicks on, slathering the chamois cream on very thickly ;), ate some stuff, drank some coffee milk and put my spray vest on as it was getting quite cold. In fact, riding out of Esk was bloody freezing! It didn't help that the first 7-8km of trail consisted of quite a lot of railway ballast and on my fully rigid bike it shook the heck out of a very cold me.

It was 18km to Toogoolawah, which was mostly billiard table smooth after the initial crappy section out of Esk. The next section to Harlin seemed to take forever and it didn't help that one of the roving marshals passed me like I was standing still (he was on an e-bike) while I was trying to eat a cheese and crackers pack as I bounced along, swerving all over the trail! 

Somewhere around here most of my aches and pains subsided! My legs stopped hurting! My arms stopped being sore from crouching in the aero bars and even my butt seemed to stop hurting! I think the genius of this ride is starting at 7pm and putting in the hard yards in the cool cold of the night.

I rolled into Moore looking for my drop bag and a coffee hit from it's contents. Apart from the cheese and bacon roll there was nothing else I really wanted or needed. 

I was slightly bemused to see my Moore AND my Yarraman drop bags lying side by side. Too bad if I needed it at Yarraman!

On the plus side, I would have a canned coffee and cheese and bacon roll on the way back South! I left everything else as I was still carrying heaps of stuff from my Fernvale bag, 90km earlier! (I was too cheap to leave it behind, so carried the weight penalty)

The next section to Linville is only 7km, then it is the climb for 22ish km up to Blackbutt - my favourite section of the entire ride. There were a heap of caravans free camping at the old Linville station. Awesome to see! Climbing the trail toward Blackbutt I started to catch another rider. After 5-10 minutes I finally caught him...or her. It was Chevonne again! We chatted for a bit then I slowly climbed away from here. There are a few big dips into creeks along here where the old rail bridge has been removed and I absolutely bombed down these. This is where I got away from Chevonne as I had noticed earlier in the night she is very careful on the technical sections.

Around here I was passed by the race leader, Joris, who was powering back down the hill toward the finish in Esk. This put him ~ 50-60km ahead of me!! These guys are animals!!

First light was breaking as Wayne Thompson, another RATS member caught me, about half way to Blackbutt. We chatted for quite a while as we hadn't seen each other all year. Wayne was rocking a single speed bike which indicated how strong a rider he is. I dips me lid to him!

I stopped in Blackbutt briefly to fill my water bottle, my first refill since Esk (I was running a litre or so in my Camelbak) so lost Wayne here. Chevonne also caught me and we too'd and fro'd, catching the first of the sun's rays, all the way to the northern terminus of the ride at Yarraman. 

As I rolled into the Yarraman station I was attacked by a viscious little magpie, my first of the ride (because it was night prior to this). Another few riders rolled in and were similarly greeted by the little bastard! A few of us chilled for 5 minutes but as I had no drop bag (remember, it was back in Moore) I decided to get rolling and hit the Blackbutt bakery for some breakfast. Before rolling out I attached a couple of lengths of silver strip to the back of my helmet. This is apparently the best magpie pecking deterent going around. It won't stop them swooping but it scares them off from making contact, which can be bloody painful!

Most of the ride back to Blackbutt slopes downhill, which was much appreciated. I rode into Blackbutt with Chevonne again but bid her farewell as I had the bakery on my mind. I was looking forward to a bacon and egg roll and a coffee but they didn't do rolls so it was a delicious curry beef pie, washed down with a chocolate milk and chased by a bit of caramael slice. 

No seats outside due to Covid restrictions.

Caramel slice.....YUM!

As I rolled down the trail to Linville I began passing other riders with a small white number plate. "What the hell were they doing" I asked myself? Two events on the trail in the one day? This trail is popular! Passing a rider a bit more slowly I noticed that the number plates stated "150km". Ahhh, yes, there was a 150km ride that started at 6am. I also noted with some slight bemusement a few 322km riders still struggling up the hill with them. These guys would have a long, hot day in the saddle before they got back to Esk!

(Turns out that a bushfire closed the trail shortly after I passed through and all these riders were shuttled by bus from Blackbutt to Linville on the return leg to avoid the hazard. I would have been bummed out to have missed the opportunity to do the full 322km under my own steam)

At Linville I ducked into the loo. When I came out a woman walking past began chatting, asking about the magpies (they are THE talking point on the rail trail such are their numbers and relentlessness) and we got onto fitness and being fit-for-life in general and it was refreshing to speak to somebody else who "got it" with what we were doing with this ride.

The 7km to Moore was mostly uneventful, until the outskirts of Moore where I was visciously attacked by several magpies. These things aren't just protecting their young. They get some sort of enjoyment out of "going" cyclists for sure! The silver tape seemed to keep them from making contact but I did wave my arm at them a lot just to be sure.

At Moore I raided both my drop bags and again, being a tight arse, I loaded up my bike with all of the bars, nuts and lollies that I could fit. I had waaaaayyy over catered for this ride and was eating nowhere near what I thought I might.

Heading out of Moore I was mercilessly swooped by the black and white terrorists for quite a while. Then, once they left me alone I began to notice that it was warming up quite a bit. The rail trail has no tree cover so there is nowhere to hide. Considering that it was about 9am and I had been riding for about 14 hours straight, I was feeling pretty good. Not tired despite being awake all night and no major aches or pains to this point!

I stopped at the service station in Harlin to get a cold Ginger Beer and a bottle of water to top up my supply. While stopped some guy in a car told me to be careful in the creek crossing as the ambulance had just carried another rider away with some serious head/facial injuries. "Yep, I sure would" I told him and wondered to myself if the lack of sleep had caused the crash. (Turns out he rolled his front tyre off the rim at the bottom as all the bridge-less crossings have a stupidly designed dogleg at the bottom, just as you hit maximum velocity for the climb out the other side. I bet these were NOT designed by cyclists!)

There are a few climbs out of Harlin toward Toogoolawah which are tough with around 280km already in the legs. I walked the steepest climb just to give some different muscles some use. The scenery was nice, if dry looking.

The rail tunnel was pretty cool, both literally and figuratively speaking!

After the tunnel is the section of trail that the E-Bike marshal passed me on last night. It seems to go on forever and ever. This morning was taking even longer as I watched the GPS tick up to the 300km mark. Eventually, it got there!!

Woo Hoo!!

Just out of Toogoolawah a family who were cycling the trail started hollering and hooting "only 18km to go!!"

Wow, only 18km more? I could do this!

In fact, I caught two more riders about 10km prior to Esk and dropped them like they were standing still. I must admit, that made me feel good as they were on cyclocross bikes and I was dragging my 2.2 mtb tyres along all this way.

Riding into the finish at the old Esk railway station I got a small cheer from the volunteers and from the racers who had just finished in front of me. Chevonne and Wayne were there, finishing about 40 minutes before me. My time was 17 hours and 10 minutes which I was happy with as I honestly didn't know if I could finish this thing. Even at peak fitness in the Tour Divide Race my biggest day was "only" 275km, so 322km in that time was great. Despite being up all night, I honestly felt like I could have kept going and if I had someone to pick me up at the southern end, I might have!!

Here is my Strava log of the ride/race.

Crazy stuff but you know what? I really, really enjoyed this ride. I gave myself almost no chance but I invoked my Number 1 rule - Never.Give.Up!!

Cheers!

Back To Blackbutt

With the weather finally acting "normal" again we decided it was time to ride some of the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail (BVRT) again. This time as a family.

The plan was- number 1 child and I would head from Linville to Blackbutt, trying to beat the growing darkness after our late start due to kids sporting committments. Number 2 child and The Boss would drive up to Blackbutt to meet us. We would stay the night then all ride down the trail to Linville again on Sunday morning. I figured that this would make an easy introduction to cycling for The Boss.

Kicking off at 4pm made for golden light along the trail as we turned the pedals out of the old Linville railway station.

Number 1 child was super pumped about the ride as well. A year older than the last time she rode it and on a larger wheeled bike I knew she would smash the 22km(14mi) steady climb up to Blackbutt.

We made good time but the sun soon slipped behind the hills and the air quickly felt chill.

This didn't mean there wasn't time to stop and smell the flowers though.

With Number 1 now having clip in pedals she was a bit hesitant about bombing down into the creek crossings where the bridges had once stood. She took it carefully but always with a grin on her face.

This year I had made a careful study of Google Maps and my old GPS traces to pinpoint the location of an Aboriginal Bora ring just off the rail trail. Last year I had tried to go by memory and had failed miserably thus enduring the wrath of a not-very-happy 9 year old!!

In defence of my memory, I had the correct area in mind but I just lacked the detail to nail it down. Not so this time around though! We found it!! This ring is in a pine plantation but to their credit when the pines were sown, they left the Bora Ring intact. They even went to a bit of trouble to fence it off from the forest road.

It is a little difficult to make the ring out in photograph. Lucy is standing on the mound that forms the other side of the ring and when I paced it out, she was 19m(yards) away.

Needless to say, she was CHUFFED.

We rolled into Blackbutt in a glare of AY-UP lights just after dark where we were whisked off to our accomodation and plenty of country pub food.

Next morning after a slap up breakfast we were all back at the trail head ready to get underway. The Boss, in her 50m ride from the car(the first in years), had already been swooped by a stroppy magpie! I hoped it wouldn't be an omen for the day....

We were soon climbing the 1 kilometre of uphill trail before the trail went downhill all the way to Linville. The Boss had Number 2 child for company along here. He was very excited to have Mum joining us for the ride.

This being her first ride with us and not knowing what to expect, there were a few moments of consternation until the trail did really go downhill. This is why this ride is great for beginners as it is 21km of gentle downhill where if you chose to pedal it just propels you even faster.

We soon rolled past all of the points of interest, including the Bora Ring again. 

Before we knew it we were back in Linville and the kids were straight into the old railway carriages to play.

I jumped on the bike and blasted back up the trail to pick up the car from Blackbutt. This made for a very nice social morning capped with a solid ride for an hour. 

Arriving back with the car I loaded up a hungry family for a pit stop at the Fernvale Bakery. All up it was a very pleasant way to spend a day and we might hit another section of the trail once the kids sports have fizzled out for the year.

Cheers.

Go West Young Man

Well, after alluding to some Epic cycling in my Friday post the weather was looking like putting a massive dampener on any pedalling antics. More. Bloody. Rain!

Ignoring the prospect of some discomfort, Dean0 and I met in the Gap Creek car park at 7am in the morning to grind(literally) up South Boundry Road to a warming breakfast at Boombana Cafe' on Mt Nebo.

Having done this ride the last few times on a fully loaded bikepacking rig, my unladen bike virtually lept up the hill with nary a push on the SPDs from me. The only fly in the ointment was the mud flicking into our eyes after all of the rain on Friday. No sight? A minor inconvenience and it sure beats working for a living!

Anyway, we came, we saw and we conquered both the mountain and breakfast. Arriving home I set to cleaning my bike in preparation for an overnighter on Monday night. Pure luxury with the kids away for school holidays.....

Resting my slightly sore legs on a rainy Sunday I was keeping an eye on the BOM's rainfall readings for our proposed route. It wasn't looking particularly good for cycle camping and with more heavy rain forecast for Monday we decided to pull the pin on camping and see what Tuesday would bring. With this in mind I came up with a plan for a day ride north west of Brisbane that ticked two boxes. It would be dry and I would be able to take in a big chunk of the loop that I cut from my 4 day bikepacking trip back in April.

My ride buddy pulled a heartlidge on Monday night so I was flying solo. No probs. I had put a lot of planning into the route with a workable track loaded into my GPS and newly purchased maps of the area. I was not going to suffer from "navigational errors" this time.

There was still a lot of rain around and I must admit I was a little sceptical about the condition of the trails. Being black soil it turns to poo and sticks to everything once wet, making for very tough cycling conditions and not much fun. But the automated rainfall indicators showed very little to no rainfall in the area. No excuses! Gulp!

Driving west I was quickly under clear skys while the rain continued to tip down on Brisbane. Good call. There would be no riding at home for a week or so due to wet trails.

I arrived in the little hamlet of Moore just before 8am and quickly got kitted up and rolling.

I had "roughly" determined that the ride was going to be at least 136km(85mi) with an unknown amount of climbing. With this in mind I needed to keep the wheels turning and so launched into the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail with gusto. Until the first gate. Then the next gate 200m(yards) further. Then the next one. And the next one......There sure are a lot of gates on the BVRT!

I had never ridden this section from Moore to Linville before instead always starting from Linville and heading up toward Blackbutt. I guess, unsurprisingly, it was very similar. Just with a lot more gates.

I was quickly through Linville and on the climb to Blackbutt. The last time I did this section I had an excited little girl with me and we stopped to inspect pretty much everything of interest along the trail. Today I just wanted to cover this section of the trail so that I could get to the "new to me" bits.

Into Blackbutt for a quick water top up and I was approached by an elder gent who had his grand kids in the playground. He wanted to know about the trail, adding that he used to ride. I gushed on about how good it is(well, it is!) and urged him to just get out there and do it. As we parted company I think I saw a contemplative look on his face. I may have just planted a seed that I hope grows for this gent.

Heading out the trail toward Yarraman was all new territory for me. This section only opened last year and I had been looking forward to seeing what secrets this bit of trail held.

The main secret, which surprisingly, was no surprise is that there was a shipload of gates! Yep, I wish I had the contract to supply gates, chain and clips to these guys. I think there was like 3486 gates to this point on the trail, but I may have been delusional from opening and closing gates by this stage.....

Some of the old stations had signs erected to identify their past presence(?). Otherwise there really would be no way to tell what once existed on that spot. Apparently Roy Emerson grew up in the area.

There was quite a bit of cow-hoof-imprinted trail that was bone jarringly-energy sapping tough riding. Then I came to a section that had been recently repaired by a large bulldozer. The silky smoothness was bliss!

Coming to a creek with the remnants of a large rail bridge the trail dropped into said creek, which was flowing swiftly. For a fraction of a second I thought about taking the main road, with it's nice, dry bridge across the creek but chastised myself instantly for not being true to the adventure. Looking for a way to "rock hop" across the creek, I gave myself an upper-cut, picked my bike up and waded across. First wet feet of the day!

The trail was quite nice with some pretty amazing looking "black boy" trees growing in clumps along the trail. Rounding one bend I saw a clump that even had my limited imagination working overtime, as it looked like an ancient group of Aboriginals having a meeting.

Another chilly little creek crossing on the outskirts of Yarraman kept my feet moist. Great!

Finally rolling into Yarraman I spent a few minutes looking at the information signs on the site of the old railway station.

Yarraman looks like an interesting little town but I was taking no time to explore its delights today. A quick lube of my now squeaking chain, a protein bar and it was back on the bike, passing the Yarraman(wild horse) on the way out of town.

I paused for a breath and to soak in the view over the countryside I was about to traverse. It didn't look too daunting but I was about to feel very isolated and alone as I followed Neil and Eric's gps track to Nanango.

Dirt road felt so easy to pedal along after the bumpy grass of the rail trail. I even enjoyed opening a few "bush gates" with their #8 wire and stick fastening systems. Bush ingenuity at it's best.

As I worked my way deeper into the backcountry I found myself thinking "I hope my bike doesn't break now!" As it would be a loooooong walk out. I also noted the while I had a map and my Garmin eTrex had a compass on it, if my gps packed up on me I would be in trouble orientating myself with this overcast. A compass is now on the shopping list.

It seemed to take quite a while to work my way to Nanango. When I finally rolled into town my odometer was showing 76km and my legs felt like they had done more than that. I cruised into the roadhouse, ordering a burger, an iced coffee and a slice of cake. The burger hardly touched the side as I scarfed it down while perusing the map and watching some guy try to start his chainsaw for about five minutes.

For what reason I have no idea why. He got it out of the boot of his car, pulled and pulled and pulled on the started rope, then cursed and pulled some more. I was pissing myself inside as it was the exact same model as my chainsaw, which can be a bit temperamental. As he didn't even give me a g'day(probably because I looked like some pussy cyclist in my riding gear) I didn't offer any assistance. He eventually gave up, putting the saw back in the boot and driving off. This made me wonder why he had decided to start it in the park in the first place?!?

Nanango township looked interesting as well. Another town to come back and explore at leisure(chainsaw optional). Today had to be all business. Getting the job done.

Getting the job done involved not seeing another soul for about 2 1/2 hours. Leaving East Nanango I waved to a dump truck driver and that was it until I rode up behind a guy on a horse after a loong time riding alone. Not that the scenery wasn't interesting. It was just my mind was playing the "what do you do if this breaks now" game. Silly mind! And I didn't have any beers to quieten it down with! Maybe I should put a hip flask on the shopping list as well? Or perhaps learn to recite some Banjo Patterson or Henry Lawson as I pedal along. That would be more constructive.....

The next section of trail consisted of "rollers". The road went over a hill, down the other side, up the next hill, down the other side of that one. Repeat again. It was tough on tired legs but I amused myself by pulling out the camera and indulging in some "selfies" and other such carry-on.

I then came to the hill that made me choose to do this loop in a clockwise direction. Initially I was inclined to attack it anti-clockwise but on closer inspection of the elevation profile(via Neil's mapping tutorial) I decided against going up the climb. Bombing down looked much more fun only I didn't account for the stupid cattle that were on the road though. They wouldn't run off the road, instead trotting along the road meaning I had to ride the brakes for several kilometres before they tried the tactic of moving away from the road, not along it to escape me!

Now I was pointing in the direction of the car, along Branch Creek Rd. I was just unsure of exactly how far I had to go. Nothing for it but to keep turning the pedals.

And turn them I did. The hill slide by on both sides. I crossed numerous low level crossings. Most with no water over the road. It was easy going that gave me time to concentrate on the sore bits of my body. The slight saddle discomfort rose. The sore palms got sorer. Every little niggle, ache or pain seemed to be getting magnified out of proportion.

I crossed the most stupid "only in Queensland" cattle grid that was angled across the roadway. It was like they built it to deliberately trying to catch motorists out.

I met a young guy on a horse tending some cattle at one of the creek crossings and chatted to him for a few minutes. To my coastal eye it was looking dry out this way but he corrected me by saying things were actually pretty green for the time of year.

The cattle certainly reflected this, looking plump and contented. He also pointed out to me the damage to the trees along the river from the terrible 2011 floods. "See that damaged bark up there? That is where the water level got to!" "Holy crap" is all I could think as the damage in the trees was about 30ft up the trunks. The amount of water that flowed down here was incomprehensible to someone that hadn't actually seen it.

I decided to stop and have the piece of cake that I had been carrying for the last 50km for afternoon tea. I had been working hard and boy, did it taste good!!

The sun was getting low in the sky by now and it was with some relief that I came to the intersection of Monsildale Rd. I knew it was only 13km(8mi) onwards to the car from this point. Phew!

Turning on my lights I found that I had lost another tail light! Bugger me, that is the third one that has jumped ship and I haven't had one long enough to run it's original battery flat! Time to try something other than a Basta Super Flash I think.

I rolled through Linville at pretty much top speed and made it back to Moore right on last light.

That was a pretty long day in the saddle but I was stoked on so many levels! One, I had made it. Two, my bike had performed flawlessly. Three, my GPS had not doublecrossed me in the middle of nowhere. Four, apart from my Nanango burger, iced coffee and cake all I had eaten was a small bag of nuts and two protein bars for the day and I wasn't feeling hungry or (totally)spent at all. All bloody good outcomes from a training ride of this magnitude and very pleasing to see that my preparation kept up with my ambitions this time.

Total stats for the ride are here.

While my average moving speed was a pleasing 18km/h(11mph), for the life of me I can't seem to get my overall average speed above 15km/h(9mph) no matter how long or short the ride is. Perhaps that can be my next goal to rest less.....?!

Cheers and thanks for checkin' in.