Sunday, April 21, 2013

SEQ Bike Packing Trip Part 1



I have been threatening to attach my bikepacking bags to the bike and go for a ride since last November and with a week off work coming up it looked like the perfect opportunity to put my bum on the seat and see just how far I could pedal my mountain bike before I started to come apart at the seams.

I wanted the route to be at least 300km(188mi) to make it worth dirtying my gear. Fellow blogger and Brisbane MTB rider, Neil Ennis, has been logging some long rides through some of the less travelled areas around South East Queensland over the last few years. He very kindly has made these ride routes public, so using Garmin Basecamp I snipped and joined some of his routes, then pasted them to some of mine. I also just plain pinched some others from Garmin Connect (all public of course) to help fill in some gaps. This allowed me to construct a route from my driveway, around SEQ, looping right back into my driveway! No shuttling to the start point required. Excellent!....or so I thought.


The route was a little longer than I had intended at 615km(385mi). Being a techno numpty, I couldn't find a way to calculate the climbing, but with some decent sized hills along the way there would be a "sufficient" amount.

I elected to do the route anti-clockwise. This was mainly because I have done the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail several times now and am a bit over the long grind to climb up it. I thought a nice gentle descent for the last 200km or so (with the odd small climb in the way!) would be a good way to finish the ride. There is nothing like coming home with the sun and wind at your back.

After all of the rain last Saturday I decided to push my start date back a day to Tuesday, hoping that the trails might be a little drier by then. The forecast was for some showers with possible thunderstorms. Looking at the synoptic chart, I could see a long trough across most of western Queensland, which would slowly move eastward bringing unstable conditions. Nothing I couldn't handle though.

Packing up the bike with all of the gear to be totally self-sufficient takes some time. it is amazing how much gear you can fit in the Revelate bags. Just a small sample can be seen in the photo below!


The first bit of dirt is just a few hundred metres from my driveway. Wallum Froglet trail in Cornubia would soon have my heart rate "in the zone" and get me accustomed to what lay ahead for the next four days. The mandatory pre-departure photo was taken at the lower trail head. Just a small note, these WILL be photo heavy posts.


I was surprised at how easily the loaded bike handled the climb and the narrow sections of the trail. I couldn't really feel the 23 to 24kg(51 to 53lb) that the bike now weighed. Good stuff!


It was such a nice morning I even pointed the super tanker down Jack's Track. Not surprisingly I didn't feature on the Strava leader board today.

Entering Daisy Hill from the Nirvana end, I avoided the temptation to hit up Nirvana, rationalising that I had far enough to go today that I had better not go crazy so close to home.


The goal today was to hopefully make Mapleton. At approximately 200km(120mi) with quite a bit of climbing, I wasn't going to beat myself up if I fell short and stopped at Palmwoods. At 17km(11mi) closer and significantly, at the bottom of the range I would be disappointed with myself if I didn't make Palmwoods.

Now, my technical ability with the gps route seemed to be adequate. A pink line on the eTrex denoted the path I needed to follow. The fact that I was carrying no paper maps as backup didn't sit well with me but I couldn't carry that many maps and I had tested the start of the route on the Sunday prior. All seemed to be going swimmingly so far. Some cool, new-to-me trails on the um....north side of Ford Road made it really start to feel like an adventure even though I was only about 15km from home as the crow flies.



Getting your feet wet always gets my attention.


As I negotiated the streets around Burbank I noticed that the little pink(magenta actually) line on the gps seemed to end a little way behind me. What the?

It seems that the route just ended. I was not sure why the route ended(and still am not). I broke the overall route into smaller section so that I wouldn't exceed the waypoint limits of the eTrex 30 and whenever I looked at the route in Basecamp it always looked right? Anyway, no time to wonder about these things. I just zoomed in and out a bit on the tiny map on the gps and found a way to the start of the next route section which was the bike way along Tingalpa Creek. This took me parallel to the Gateway Motorway along some quiet bike paths, through the Murrarie crit park and on to the Gateway Bridge.


This was my first time riding across the Gateway Bridge, so it was cool to take in the view that can't be seen from the car. It was a still, clear day and the river was like a millpond.

From the bridge I headed through city streets toward the Boonah Wetlands cycle path. This was another trail that I hadn't ridden before, so it was great to see this area. Again, so close to the airport, but seemingly so far away from everything.


Unfortunately, as I pedalled along I noticed that the route had ended on the gps quite some way behind me. This section of route was about 140km long and detailed all of the back streets, forest trails and short cuts that I would need to take to make Palmwoods or Mapleton in an interesting fashion. Bugger!! 

Now, as I said earlier, I wasn't carrying any paper maps. I had emailed myself screen shots of all of the sections of the ride route as a backup. Very clever, right? Right. Except that my 3 year old Samsung Galaxy was playing up and wouldn't download any emails!! Bugger!! Plan "C", I phone my wife (whom I also emailed my route maps to) for her to text them to me. Well, the texting worked but it degraded the quality so much that it rendered the maps unusable. Bloody bugger!!

The next few hours consisted of me trying to find my way through the northern suburbs toward Caboolture, where I figured I could follow my nose to my overnight destination. The off road, forest route was gone and I would just have to stay on the main roads now. Here, I learned another little idiosyncrasy of the eTrex compared to the Edge 705 that I normally use. It wouldn't navigate to a destination. If I typed in an address it just drew a straight, magenta line to that point. It wouldn't create turn by turn directions. Bugger!!

Not a time to panic or give in, I just kept pedalling along with the traffic in the now quite hot afternoon sun. I don't get to the north side very often these days but the navigation went pretty well using my somewhat degraded, personal memory banks. Rolling into Caboolture I eyeballed the ominous looking clouds ahead. A couple of very sharp cracks of thunder sent me straight to the railway station which I was just pedalling past at the time.


A quick haggle with the ticket seller and in a blur I was throwing my bike on the train that had pulled in while we spoke. It sped off at an incredible speed and then I realised that I hadn't had time to ask which stop was Landsborough. A quick chat with some other passengers established which stop was Landsborough and I sat down to enjoy the ride as we sped under the thunderstorm and through the lashing rain. MTBer-1, Mother Nature-0! Ha ha!


Pedalling out of Landsborough with my huuuge 2.2 inch map(on the eTrex screen) I proceeded at a sharpish pace...in the wrong direction. Giving myself an uppercut, I retraced my steps and motored out the correct road. 


This road seemed quite minor but must have been an awesome short cut for there was a constant stream of traffic along it. Plodding up a long slow climb I noticed that thunderstorm again. Yes, the one that I "f@rted in it's general direction" was about to lay it's wrath on me. Passing a eminantly suitable shed and awning to hide under I got about 1km further up the road before all hell broke loose. Huddling under a bush by the side of the road, trying to keep my non waterproof electronics dry with my rain jacket, I watched countless cars appear around a bend in driving rain, speed past, then disappear around the next corner. I don't think any of them noticed me there. After about 45 minutes of hunching, the rain eased a bit and figuring that I was about as wet as I could possibly get, jumped on the bike and trudged along. MTBer-1, Mother Nature-1.

The really cool thing about riding in the rain when you don't know where you are going and having a 2.2 inch map is that you are going to get los...er temporarily unsure of your position. I came to an intersection and thought the maps said right. I obediently followed and 5km later found myself at the Bruce Highway. With the rain(and myself) having now stopped, I looked closely to see where I really needed to go. The upshot of this was that I found a really nice cycle path along the side of the road past Ewen Maddock dam that I had not even seen while riding in the wrong direction. See, there is always a positive!

Rolling into Eudlo I decided it was finally dry enough to break the camera out and celebrated with a photo of a road sign that actually had my intended destination on it!


With a little bit more grinding along I finally rolled into Palmwoods. They sure don't build these Sunshine Coast hinterland towns on flat ground with nearly every street in town being 10-15% grade. While downing a "real" country cafe' burger and chatting to a local guy who stopped to ask about my bike bags, I decided that Palmwoods would make a perfect spot to spend the night. The thought of climbing up the Blackall Range to Mapleton with "these legs" wasn't very enticing.

I eventually found the caravan park tucked away up a hill, around a corner and let my bike bags spew forth their contents into the campers kitchen, which being mid week, I had all to myself.


Getting out of my wet gear was the first priority and once warm and dry my stress levels decreased somewhat. I had a few phone call from the guys following my Spot Tracker page and Neil very kindly offered several solutions to my gps/route issues. All involved putting himself out and were greatly appreciated. However, I thought that the only way to learn any lasting lessons from this issue was to work my way around it myself. I resolved to buy some paper maps in the morning and press on with the ride. I figured that I needed to learn the "ins and outs" of my particular gps before I really needed to rely on it somewhere.

The stats for the day were 172km(108mi) of which about 35km(22mi) were freeloading on the train. 1800m (5900ft)of climbing was also respectable as I don't think the train helped me out here.

I don't normally post up my Garmin Connect ride details but in the spirit of sharing that I had borrowed very heavily from in the planning of this ride, I will do so from now on.




I went to bed fairly content with the physical effort of the day. While I didn't break any distance or speed records, I was pedalling a mid-twentys kilogram bike and I felt like I had something left in the tank for tomorrow...and the days beyond.

Stay tuned for my antics on Day 2, which is coming soon.



Cheers and thanks for checking in.

Monday, April 15, 2013

**Newsflash**- Motorcycle Gets Ridden!!



Yep, you heard it here first folks. After the deluge that was yesterday, today dawned crisp and clear. It was time to get the bike out of the shed and go for a ride. Even if the ride was only about 4 kilometres(2.5mi)!

The reason to gear up for such a short ride was because local bike shop "Team Moto" were putting on a test ride day at the Mt Cotton Driver Training Centre. Being literally a stones throw from my house I couldn't not go. I had no intention of buying a new bike and I had missed out on booking a test ride as well but a work colleague was test riding some of the bikes so I thought it a great chance to nose around the training centre.

Walking in I immediately had a delicious steak sandwich thrust into my hand, with a cursory "would you like that?" thrown in afterward. "Would I??!!" "Heck yeah". I wasn't there to test ride but I could sure help them out by eating their steak sandwiches!

After finishing the food I went in search of Matt, a current Sprint owner. Not seeing him, a quick text informed me that he had been at work until the wee hours and decided to give it a miss today. Well, his loss....and all that!

I swanned over to the rego desk and was informed that "yes, we do have plenty of openings". I saw my chance to test ride a Tiger Explorer 1200. Pity it wasn't the 800 as thats the one I am really interested in, but steak sandwich thieves can't be choosers.



Feeling a bit nervous about it, with my sum total of 4km motorcycle riding for the year, I though I might be a little ..um...rusty.

Sitting astride the beast I felt like I had been plonked on the back of an elephant. It was huuuuge and in a nice shade of blue. I played with the controls etc while some bloke faffed on with some rules for the ride. Something like no overtaking, no speeding!? and blah blah. Luckily I had thought to put my ear plugs in before he began so I wasn't too distracted while playing with their bike. I just nodded vigorously whenever they looked at me....


The second thing I noticed was how light the throttle was. It was too light! I am no arm wrestling, cow puncher but even with my strength I found it very hard to be gentle with the throttle....No,no, I mean it! It was sooo sensitive.

The little road course that is the driver training centre has corners that go on forever. Some are off camber, some tighten up and some open out. All designed to challenge the student. But, it was race track smooth and I was having FUN. 



The Tiger Explorer was just so smooth. And powerful. And easy to tip in. And, would you believe it, awesome to ride! I have always known that a good rider on a dual sport bike can clean up a sports bike rider in the really twisty stuff, but a very small part of me still didn't want to believe it. Today, I knew I was easily faster on this Tiger than I would ever be on my R1 and it seemed effortless. Maybe that is the difference in 10 years development. Maybe it is just a new bike versus one with 29 000km on the clock. The only thing that unsettled me a bit was that I felt no feedback from the bike. It was too smooth! I couldn't feel the tyres working or the suspension suspending or the brakes braking or the engine er..reving. I am sure I could get used to it but the ride was very homogenised. Nothing a pipe and some more riding time to explore limits couldn't fix though.


Your next question is likely to be the one I ask everyone else when they ride a new bike. Especially one that they have an interest in. Do I have "newbike-itis?" Hmmmmm. Tricky question especially as my wife reads my blog and I need to be very careful here. I think I will answer that I need to try the Tiger 800XC (the one with the 21" front wheel) to confirm my medical condition.

Many thanks to Team Moto for putting the day on. There were plenty of smiles in evidence as guys jumped on the fleet of test bikes that were on offer.






Cheers and thanks for checkin' in.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Time To Blow Out Some Cobwebs II




Edit-Saturday 13th April.


We have had between 1 and almost 4 inches of rain in the last few days. This may impact my start date, possibly pushing it back a few days. Keep an eye on the Spot Tracker page to see if I am off....(my rocker!).

The Spot tracker page can be found at the link below. If it doesn't launch into a browser window, just copy and paste it into an address bar.




Cheers and thanks for checking in.








Friday, April 12, 2013

Time To Blow Out Some Cobwebs



After my laziness in the 24 hour race a few weeks back (and despite the fact I still can't feel a few toes!) I feel it is time to go for a decent pedal.

A plan that has been fermenting for a while has finally matured and with next week off, it is time to put it into action.

I will post up a link to my Spot tracker on this page on Sunday for those interested in following my Monday morning (Oztraylian time) departure.

The proposed route.


Edit- Link to Spot tracker.




Tuesday, April 2, 2013

(My) Kona 24 Hour



I have managed to deftly avoid entering any races for quite a while now. I am not exactly sure what the reason for my slippery-ness has been, but I have a few ideas.

Partly weather induced- in not wanting to enter a race, then have it cancelled due to rain. Partly financial- not wanting to spend a heap of coin to finish in 264th place.....again.....! Partly because I now know of more than enough interesting trails that I can ride, if only I can find the time.

So, I am not 100% sure why I entered the Kona 24 hour race. Or why I entered as a solo.

There were possibly three factors. One, my daughter wanted to be my pit crew for the race and I had promised her two years ago that she could do it at the next 24 hour race. Two, I really like the trails out a Hidden Vale. Three, Dean0 talked me into it! Oh, yeah, and it would be fun to go "solo" and bounce sh#t off of one another for 24 hours.

So, I found myself out at Hidden Vale on Friday afternoon with enough equipment to outfit a small army in the field. After wrestling it out of the car and assembling it into a campsite, despite being caught in a wild horse stampede, we finally sat down to a prawn curry that my lovely wife had prepared earlier that day. Now this was camping!!


The next morning dawned a bit overcast and humid, but no too hot. We got ourselves ready for the kids 24 minute race mid morning and to say the kids were a bit excited is an understatement! The kids race went off on time and was fun for all with great commentary/encouragement for them over the PA system and a nice little 2km course that had them lapping in about 5-6 minutes.




They even managed to get podium places this time around! Two prouder kids you would not see!


The main event was rapidly approaching and I was taking it pretty casually. I was still in "civy" gear 10 minutes before the start and putting air in the rear tyre about 2 minutes before the start. My plan was to just head off after everyone else had started. After all, why jostle with the crowd when I would be riding for a 24 hour period and taking sensible breaks anyway?

That was the plan but I just couldn't help myself. There is something about riding off with a few hundred other riders that is fun so I slotted in near the back of the 24 hour field just as the gun went off. Tootling along gently taking in the atmosphere was fun...until the 4 hour riders started zipping past. I suffered from a bit of red mist and (stupidly) put the hammer down a bit. Fun, if not real smart.....

So, I came around the first lap in about 50 minutes. Waaaay too fast for a 24 solo rider. I dialed it back a bit on the next lap though. It helped that I chatted to another 24 solo dude out on that lap who looked like he knew what he was doing. He (turned out to be Darren Caruso) suggested keeping my heart rate right down to save myself. I replied that I was doing that by planning on sleeping for about 8 hours...but his point was taken. I know I can ride for ever if I keep my heart rate around the 140bpm mark. Not the 160-170 that I had been maintaining.

The laps were in the order of 16.8km (10.5mi) with 320m (1050ft) of climbing. It doesn't sound like much, but the rocky, technical nature of the Hidden Vale course means that there are very few places to rest, either physically or mentally and yes, 24 hours is very mental. There were some corking descents that made the pain disappear as one held on and railed some sweet trail though. It was impossible to get a photo of these trails as you really needed both hands on the bars.


However, I was feeling pretty low after just two laps. It got quite hot mid afternoon and I was feeling a twinge in my legs and my triceps already. Not good just 2 hours into a 24! Thankfully, the cloud thickened, I drank lots and ate some to keep the system going. My pit crew was "slick as" despite no previous experience and I must attribute my good condition to Lucy's top effort here! As night fell and I switched on my lights I was feeling pretty bloody good. The cool night air was like a recharge for my legs and I fell into a great rhythm for a few hours.


Derek, Andrew, Geoff (trail building regulars/champions) and Kreston were kind enough to share their pit lane tent with us and at about 8pm I stopped for some pizza and a think about my "plan". My lead up to the weekend had not been very ideal with five 4am starts for work so I planned on sleeping. Lots. I wasn't going to win this thing so why bury myself? Just to have fun was the main item on the agenda.

So, I called it off for the night. Six laps done gave me 94km (59mi) with 1800m (5900ft) of climbing. Not bad for my level of fitness and I still felt pretty good, despite how I looked. Time for a hot shower and some solid sleep.....but my pit crew chief wasn't happy. She was expecting me to ride all night (so she could stay up all night!)


Setting the alarm for 3:30am, I wondered about my commitment to get up when it went off. But not for long, as I was asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

When it did go off, I reset it for 4am! But I couldn't get back to sleep as I was feeling pretty good. I woke my pit crew chief (not a pleasant job at that hour) and we were off to the pit lane tent again.

After faffing around for about 30 minutes I finally headed out at about 4:15am for another lap. I felt incredibly "rusty" and took it pretty easy after giving myself a few scares on some nothing pieces of trail. Coming into the pits after my first lap, my 10 year old pit crew was huddled up in a chair, wrapped in a sleeping bag, sound asleep.

I was feeling good and quickly grabbed some more water and headed back out in my quickest turn around of the race. As one other blogger put it in her write up, after 6-7 hours of this you reach a level of discomfort where it isn't any more uncomfortable to go on. That is not to say it is comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, just no worse.

Another motivation for me getting out there quickly was the glow on the eastern horizon.


The sunrise lap is always special. With the broken cloud cover it certainly was something special Sunday morning. The fuzziness of this photo perfectly reflects the situation as I was seeing it!.


It stayed nice and cool for another couple of laps and the increase in traffic on course was noticeable as other sleepers rejoined the fray. I must say that everyone was friendly and courteous out on the track. Good people, these MTBers!

Dean0 was up again and pounding out laps on his single speed. While I grovelled up the climbs, he smashed them as if with fresh legs. Very impressive!


The morning was starting to warm up and Steve very kindly handed me a bacon and egg roll, as well as a coffee. Much appreciated mate! You just can't beat real food on these long rides.


 I still felt good but decided to stop riding so as not to bury myself and thought it would be nice to do a "social" lap with Dean0. We headed out for one last lap that saw us back at the pit at around 11am. Dean0 was feeling awesome, so he went out on another. I thought cool, we will have the same lap count. As it turns out, the sneaky bugger was already on the same as me (I thought I had one more than him from earlier that morning) so he ended up with 12 laps to my 11. Bloody great effort on his part. Slack, lazy one on mine as I know I had another 2 or 3 in the tank! ;)

But, I was still smiling so the main aim for the weekend was achieved. I rode lots (176km/3600m), I ate (very) well and I had fun. 

A huge thanks to the "Last and The Furious" lads for their pit tent space and the "atmospehre". They managed 11th in the 4 man teams race. A bloody great effort as they were all on 6" travel dual suspension bikes that aren't made for cross country racing.

Thank you to Hayden, Fleur and their team of volunteers for putting on an extremely smoothly run event that everyone enjoyed. While the Easter weekend may have seen entries down due to people's regular Easter family commitments, for those that made it along, it made for a relaxed atmosphere having those few extra days off for most people.


Andrew's face says it all after he smashed out his best lap Sunday morning...on flat pedals no less!




Cheers and thanks for checking in.














Thursday, March 28, 2013

Why ?


This is the question I get asked quite regularly. Why do I ride mountain bikes? Why do I go bike packing? Why put yourself through that pain and discomfort?



Well, in the time honoured interweb tradition of ripping off someone else's idea, over at Grizzly Adam.net, he makes a fairly good fist of explaining the WHY of why we do it.

Well, one that resonates like a tweaked spoke with me anyway. Enjoy.


Tomorrow is Good Friday here in Oztraylia and it will certainly be GOOD once I have finished work for the day. After that, we will be packing up the family Truckster and heading out to Hidden Vale for the Kona 24 Hour at mid day on Saturday. 

Yep, 24 hours of riding around in circles, eating and drinking as much as I can suck down while pedalling rocky hillsides until my legs won't function or my arse rebels on me......



And they have to ask WHY....?!!




Cheers and have a great weekend.



Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Island Hopping


With a few days off last week we headed across Moreton Bay to spend a bit of time on North Stradbroke Island. Having only visited once before in the ten or so years of living in Brisbane, I thought it might be time to take the kids over for a look.

The ferry ride is only a short 40 minutes from Cleveland to Dunwich. The kids explored pretty much every section of the ferry in that time.




The main activity for the weekend was to be sitting around doing pretty much nothing, with the odd walk down to the beach for a swim.


Teaching the kids how to cast a line was also one of the activities. I was surprised how quickly they picked this up with confident casts on the second attempt.


I also managed to bring a bike along for a bit of beach combing. It also happened that the BSMC social ride was to be on North Straddie as well, so I pedalled the 20km (13mi) across the island to meet the guys and girls as they came off the ferry.


I arrived with enough time to scoff a bacon and egg roll while sitting under a massive old Moreton Bay fig tree taking in the view.


The ferry was pretty much on time and we were quickly on the road to Amity Point.




We cruised along the beach at a good pace with a low tide and great tailwind.


The gearing on my single speed was a tad low for this section and I was spinning like crazy to keep up. Thats the good thing about a SS I guess. You get a great workout on the hills and the flat.


It was a great day for a ride and a very pleasant weekend in all.






Cheers.