Tour de Kids Charity Bike Ride – Day 3

Posted on October 7, 2012 by norbs

Day 3 – Peloton of Sheep.

After another restless night in my little concrete den, I was glad to get going and get the hell out of Keith. It was sunny, but coolish as we lined up for the morning pre start ride photo.

Farewell Keith

We hit the road and before long John was on the front doing a terrific job of dragging the group along. As usual, The Whippet couldn’t help him self and effortlessly pedaled up the right side of the bunch to have his normal go at setting the pace. Actually, it was a great morning with everyone having a crack at the front. We had a slight tail wind, but we would be traveling slowly up hill all day. It was a short day and the weather was good. Everyone was in good spirits. The first stop was Willalooka.

Willalooka Stop

The usual feed, drink, stretch and banter between the guys. I think it was the 100th time we heard someone say to Dave “Wipe your face Dave!” He explained to me later on the trip that he had whiskers of Velcro. I don’t doubt it, most stops he would end up with crumbs of god knows what all over his dial. He was also handy a spilling coffee all over the bloody place. After a good looka at Willalooka, we were on the road again for a short, 28km run into Padthaway. It was a glorious day for a ride. The sun was out, canola fields were abundant and we were moving at a pretty rapid rate. I got to a point on this little stage that my back was starting to spasm again. I rolled up to the front and asked Tony if we could have a quick rest to I could do some stretches. All good, so I stopped at a place where there was a bit of room and laid down and did some hip rolls and other stretches. When I stood up, Big Gary sidled up behind me and told me to cross my arms. He then wrapped his arms around my front, leaned back which lifted me clear off the ground. Then he jerked and my back, or his, made a crack and wow, instant relief. I went from panic to joy in moments. Thanks for that Biggen! This actually happened on day 4. See next blog post. Back on the bike it was a short belt into Padthaway. A few photos probably tell the story best.

Padthaway Lunch

I Bought Nothing (it was very hard)

Lunch in the Sun

The Chiropractor and Me.

It really was a great way to spend lunch time. Laying on the grass, in the sun, listening to old jokes and stories from blokes who I now thought of as mates. Especially the big bloke! Then, a request that had me scratching my head. Wendy wanted us to have our photo taken with some sheep. Again, I will let the photo tell the story.

Wendy can explain

Don’t ask me. Wendy, would you like to comment? 🙂

After being made to embarrass ourselves, we were off again on the final leg of the day into Naracoorte. Again, we pushed along at a great pace. It was on this stretch that I took the opportunity to get a photo for my buddies in Adelaide who told me echidnas would be a huge problem for me on the roads of South Australia.

No Echidnas Were harmed Making This Photo

About 6kms out of Naracoorte, I was at the front doing a nice turn of pace when the Whippet rolled past me in his usual fashion. I locked onto his back wheel and after a minute or 2, I realised we had dropped the group. “Hey Matt, slow down mate” was the call. He sat up and I rolled up next to him. Then, in a voice like that of Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral, he said “Lets go for a break away.” I don’t think I have ever been asked a question so politely or in such a correct manner. How could I say no.

We took off. Well, he took off. I sat on his wheel as the speed, and my heart rate slowly increased. We were pulling a nice gap, but I was having troubles staying on his wheel. Damn his legs and fat free torso! With about 3kms to go, I turned and saw the slightly concerning sight of Gary and Tony reeling us in. The hooked on. Damn. I got on the front and gave it everything I had. I felt like a poor mans Jens Voigt. I was hammering. We were going all of about 42kph. I started feeling my legs letting me know that I wasn’t going to get away with this much longer. Some short pains in my chest. Seeing stars. No breath and I’m done. I veered left and let the 3 strongest sprinters go at it. They gapped me in no time. Looking at the stats in the Garmin file now, just before I passed out, we were sitting on 45.9kph, cadence at 105 and heart rate at 178. My date was probably 500m behind me as well. Damn that honey voiced young bastard, I just knew my legs wouldn’t let me forget this tomorrow.

I have no idea who won that sprint, but we hooked a left and had a short run into the Naracoorte caravan park. On the way we saw a real live echidna. Matt and Tony went all Leyland Brothers and were filming it from all angles. We then cruised into the caravan park and into the office to sort out our lodgings. The lady behind the counter reminded me of Mrs Sloccombe from the old British comedy “Are you being served”. After the dog box at Keith, I scored a high class cabin with a separate bedroom and modern TV. At some point in the trip Matt was heard complaining about a TV they had that was smaller than the microwave. You can imagine the response. 🙂

Some of the group went for a walk into town. I took the time to have a lay down and squeeze my sausage legs into the compression tights to try and combat the soreness that I was sure would hit tomorrow.

Then it was off for a 15 minute walk to the local chinese restaurant for dinner. Another great evening eating and telling stories. It was probably my favourite day of the trip. Maybe because it was a short ride at only 108kms. Maybe the weather. Maybe the fact that I joined in a sprint of sorts. I don’t know, but it was enjoyable. It is why I love riding a bike.

Off to bed I went. Compression pants over boxers. The Sudo cream had been put on with a trowel for the saddle sores and I really wanted to help the legs. It wasn’t long before the compression pants, after quite a struggle, went sailing across the cabin. Roll on day 4.

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Tour de Kids Plus Charity Bike Ride – Day 2

Posted on October 6, 2012 by norbs

Day 2 – GoPro, Exits Stage Right

Day 2 began under blue skies at Wellington with a gentle breeze making its way along the mighty Murray River. First adventure of the day was about 400m into the ride. A ferry ride across the Murray.

Waiting for the ferry

Crossing the Murray River

On the western side of the river, everything was good. There were unicorns with pandas on their backs wearing top hats jumping rainbows with pixie dust coming off them. Once we crossed, Voldemort, The Big Bad Wolf and Wiley Coyote on our way into Sauron without Sam! That may be a slight overstatement, but it really wasn’t the best day for me.

A 2km run along a back road until we hit the Princes Highway. Turning right and heading directly south into a reasonable South Easterly breeze. We were going ok, pushing along at about 25kph, knowing it was going to be a long day. The GPS said it was going to be around 160kms. We were taking turns at the front. The road surface wasn’t great, but it wasn’t a disaster either. Just your normal “out in the middle of no where country highway” sort of surface. There was the odd car, and from recollection, at this point we might have seen 2 trucks. Hardly Parramatta Road during peak hour. At one point I noticed the GoPro camera, which was mounted on the handle bars on its shiny new GoPro mount, was vibrating a bit. I remember thinking the video wouldn’t be all that flash. On we pushed. About 50 minutes into the ride, I was second wheel behind Gary. I felt something hard and heavy hit my right forearm. Then it was one of those tiny stretches of time, probably no more than 5 clicks of the second hand, when time slows right down. I looked down to see the GoPro camera making a rather hasty exit from the bike. It could have made a leap to the left and landed in some soft grass. Nope, my little friend was hardcore, he chose to go to the right. As I watched him head towards the road, I was thinking to my self “He’ll be right, I have seen them take far more…” it was at that point that I turned to see if there was any cars coming. Nope, no cars, just a 62 tonne B-Double!!! Having seen a bunch of cyclists ahead, he was doing the right thing and getting off our side of the road. I had just enough time to to a bit of calculus in my head and realise that my beloved GoPro had just committed suicide! The truck got him with every wheel on its left hand side. It made a sickening sound. The sound of a camera crying out in pain, or was it my wallet screaming? I don’t know. Tony reported a cloud of plastic, with green bits, presumably the printed circuit boards, my cameras innards!

We pulled up. After quite a few WTFs, I let the boys know that video footage for the rest of the trip would be limited. It was then pointed out that if we could find the camera, or the memory card, it might make for interesting viewing. Yeah, if it isn’t your $300 camera being destroyed, sure. 🙂

We cruised up and down that part of the highway for 10 minutes, but no memory card could be found. Part of the housing, the lens, the battery and fragments of plastic were gathered up, but no memory card. if you some day find yourself on this part of the Princes Highway, please stop and see if you can find a 32G Sandisk SD card. I’ll pay for postage. 🙂

The search was called off

With one G Pro scattered to all parts of South Australia, the search was called off and we got back on the bikes and proceeded. It was cold and windy. The weather was matched by my mood. Only another 140kms to go. Next stop, Meningie, on the shores of Lake Albert. We rolled into Meningie. It had been hard graft, but from now on, the wind should be hitting our backs. Off to the bakery. I opted for a hot pie. It would turn out to be not the best choice of fuel for the long day ahead.

Lake Albert, Meningie

After our break, we headed off for a 50km run directly East. Wind in our backs, we did it at a cracking pace. Averaging just shy of 30kph for close to 50kms to Coonalpyn. Just before the stop there was a ripping sprint down the hill hitting over 60kph.

That is Wendy squealing as they go past. 🙂 We stopped and had another feed. I was starting to feel a bit flat, so I had a can of Coke and some fruit cake. Every now and then the sun would burst through a gap in the clouds, but not for long enough to warm you up. We left Coonalpyn and turned onto Dukes Highway. The boys stopped for some photos of the first sign that had melbourne on it. Dangerous didn’t hear the call and pedaled a kilometre up the road before realising he was on his lonesome. I should have got a photo of Dukes Highway for my mate Duke. I also should have got a photo of the town of Culburra in South Australia. I live in Culburra Beach, NSW, which used to be called Culburra until someone phoned emergency services for an ambulance at Culburra and it was sent to Culburra South Australia. Well that is the local tale, and we are now known as Culburra Beach. I pedaled right through it with out even noticing.

Just 10kms up the road was our next stop, Tintara. It was a short stop for a stretch and some food before we hit the road for the last leg of the 160km day.

Wendy marshaling the troops

We pulled out of the service station and headed off. Not too far up the road was the first drama of the trip. A very late call of “rock” meant the guys at the back were on it before they heard the call. Ash hit it square on and ended up with the first puncture of the trip.

Damn rock!

It wasn’t a long stop, and we were off again. The next 40kms into Keith I struggled. I kept dropping off the back, but with the help of Big Gary, we ground out the last hour or so at a leisurely pace. I was very pleased to finally get into Keith. You can see from the photo below, I wasn’t in my happy place.

Happy Happyhead!

 

 

 

We wandered over to the office of the caravan park. Confirmed our bookings, then I was told they don’t have credit card or EFTPOS! Welcome to 1979. Cash only. Luckily Ash rescued me and I was allowed to dump my gear in a concrete box about 3m x 3m. 5 star it wasn’t. 0.5 of a star, maybe.

Grabbed my gear and it was over to the amenities block for a shower. It was good for my spirits to hear other blokes in the shower, their own showers by the way, moaning and groaning about sore muscles. Out of the shower and we gathered up our gear and used the washing machines to give our gear a good wash. Then it was down to the local IGA (supermarket for my overseas readers) to get some supplies for a sausage sizzle. I had managed to leave my shower gel at Carls place, and my tooth brush, tooth paste and Nurofen tablets at Wellington. Time to restock a few items.

I had a chat to the bride which cheered me up. Then dinner. I was beat, so declined an invitation to watch the Brownlow medal presentation and went to bed. My double bed was on casters on a tiled floor. When the alarm went off I was nearly 180 degrees from where i started the night. But, another big day was done. Bring on Day 3.

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Tour de Kids Plus Charity Bike Ride – Day 1

Posted on October 5, 2012 by norbs

Day 1 – We Gorged Ourselves on Gorge Road

After a night of tossing and turning, the alarm chimed just as I fell into a deep sleep. Oh for the love of Merckx! I climbed out of my compression tights and into my knicks. Pulled on the Tour de Kids Plus 2012 jersey and after a light breakfast, we were off. It was only a short run from Carl’s place to the caravan park, but it was blowing and cool enough for a set of warmers.

We arrived at the caravan park and the guys were still doing some work on their bikes and eating breakfast. It would be the only time on the trip that I was the first one ready to go. We had a chat, watched some pigeons attempt to increase the pigeon population, watched a duck try and walk through my rear wheel, god I wished I had got a photo of that, but at least Carl saw it as well, and basked in the sunlight.

Eventually, everyone was ready to go. Tony gave us a brief run down of how he wanted things to work, and away we went.

Now you might recall in an earlier post where I talked about the riders, Dave got the nickname Dangerous Dave. This little clip might explain why.

From there it was mostly incident free. Carl and V left us after a while and the ride really felt like it had started. My terrific hosts were leaving me and I was now just part of a group of 7 on a long ride to Geelong. It felt a long way away. The ride up Gorge road was great. It has the name for a very good reason. You wind along next to a running creek (maybe even the River Torrens), with steep walls on either side of you. Here is a small clip very early into the ride.

Then, all of a sudden, a nasty kick upwards. Ouch, it was hard yakka. I sat on Ashley’s wheel to the top where Matt was taking photos over Kangaroo Creek Reservoir. It was a great view after a nice solid climb. We waited for everyone to get to the top, then rolled off for a short run to the white van. A quick stop and we were rolling again. Ups and downs and loads of great views. The first real stop of the day was at Cudlee Creek restaurant and Tavern. I took the opportunity for a nature break as the was plenty of climbing ahead of us. The sign tells the story, the day after the Crows got knocked out of the AFL for the year.

I was starting to wonder if the climb up Norton Summit 2 days earlier was the smartest preparation for this ride. Carl had spoken of Fox Creek and the nasty climb going up there. It is one of the big issues I have when I ride in new areas, not knowing when or where or how hard a climb will be. We veered off Gorge Road onto Cudlee Creek road, and not long after, we turned off that as well, and on to Fox Creek Road. That name again, it must be close. In actual fact, it is a long gradual climb until you hit the main climb, then she ramps up and it is very hard work. Matt was first to the top, so gathered the KOM points. Ashley pulled a gap on me on the way up that I couldn’t bridge. Matt was at the top taking photos. He got one of my favourites of the trip. Me busting my arse near the top.

Dancing on the pedals like Contador after a general anesthetic. It is hard graft dragging my sorry carcass to the top of any hill. Again, we waited for the guys at the back and then it was a thrilling run down the hill into Lenswood. It was time to borrow a jacket. The support van had gone missing. Apparently Wendy had missed a turn, and she wouldn’t be able to forget about it for some time. 🙂

A few more bumps, or, boomps, as Matt calls them, in the road and we roll into Balhannan. I was the first to the bakery. A ham and salad roll never tasted so good. Washed down with an iced coffee milk.

After lunch it was more terrific riding. The scenery was great. There were enough hills to make it challenging, but the run down them was great. We stopped next at Langhorne Creek.

Tony busted out a few more corny jokes. I had my first Isotonical water drink of many on the trip. Then, it was a race with the weather. We managed to cover the last 33kms in 57.5 minutes. Considering we had done over 1000m of climbing, it was a great pace. Remember, this isn’t Team Sky I am talking about. It was a cracking pace, and we beat the rain by about 10 minutes.

I had a lay down to stretch out my back that was sore from an incident about a week before. We then went over to the pub for dinner. It was terrific to sit around and tell stories and have a laugh with most of the crew. After a big feed, it was off to bed for another restless nights sleep.

Day 2 summary coming soon.

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Friday Video

Posted on October 5, 2012 by norbs

This week, thanks to woodsy!

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Tour de Kids Plus Charity Bike Ride – The Riders

Posted on October 3, 2012 by norbs

A good yarn is only as good as the characters depicted. Before I post about the ride itself, I would like to introduce the riders. Seven ordinary blokes from different places, ranging from 17 to 68.

Obviously this is my impression of them. I can only speak from my experience. Spending six days with people I had only met for a few hours before the ride was a lot easier than I expected. As it turned out, it was a great group of blokes, all had their own individual character traits and out looks on life. I got to know some better than others, but I will try and give you a brief run down on each of them so as the reader you might be able to relate to them in later posts.

Tony “Ugg” Peach

Tony was the man, who, with the help of his lovely wife Wendy, put the whole thing together. A man that is experienced in endurance sports, this was his third time on the ride. He and a mate actually did the first one together. A tallish, gangly sort of guy who has a dad joke for any occasion. He was the patron of the peloton. He got the nickname Ugg on the trip for his habit of tearing a chunk of fruit cake off like a caveman. All the rest of us owe him a debt of gratitude for organising this great adventure. Oh, and if you want to make him smile, say sponge!

 

Ashley “Flash” Walsh

Ash is reasonably new to cycling, only really taking it up this year, if my memory serves me correctly. Another wirey bugger, but not quite as tall as Tony. Flash wasn’t a nickname I gave him, it was on the signs being held up proudly by his family when he rolled into Geelong. Ashley’s son, Jacob, is on the front of the jerseys we were wearing on the ride. Ash did more than his share at the back calling “Car back”. He also still holds his high school record for the high jump at 1.96m.

 

Gary “Big Man” Dester

On the first ride I did with the group, Big Gary ended up pushing his bike up the beast of a hill at Geelong that the Worlds rode up. I remember thinking at the time, “I wonder if he will get over the Adelaide Hills?” Pffft, not only did he get over them, by the end of the trip he was dropping me as soon as the road went up anymore than a driveway. The bloke is a brute. He made the sprints his own, beating the lighter and younger Matt more often than not. You knew it was on if he went zinging past you with his knicks rolled up.

 

John “Little Johnny” Brajkovic

John was the only one on the ride who rode a flatbar. It was heavier than a boat anchor, but he managed to pedal it over every hill the road threw at him. He did some good turns on the front, sitting up like a honeymooners bed flute, pushing plenty of air out of the way for those behind him. He shared the evenings with Gary and Ash, all crammed into some tiny caravans or cabins. A quite, but great bloke, he had his off days, but like the rest of us, pushed on and got stronger as the trip went on.

 

“Dangerous” Dave

Dave, at 68 years of age, was the suprise packet of the trip. The fact that I can’t recall his last name would suggest he didn’t say much. This certainly wasn’t the case, but at no time did I find out his last name. He got the nickname Dangerous for his erratic riding style. He looked a bit like a crab that had had a stroke. Facing left on the saddle, left knee cocked out like a bird with a busted wing, left hand on the hood and right hand in the drops. But bugger me, he made it. An abalone diver with quite a history. Older than the rest, but as strong as an ox.

 

Matthew “Whippet” Mills

From the oldest to the youngest. I would have given my back teeth to have had an opportunity to ride with a bunch of crusty old buggers when I was 17. Matt and his family are just coming up on 1 year in Australia, having moved over from the UK. It must have been an adventure for him. He did the lions share of the work at the front, contested sprint after sprint and won the 2 big KOMs for the trip. He took plenty of flack for his accent, but kept backing up for more with the bravado only a 17 year old knows. He had his mum and brother and sister along for the trip and it was great getting to know them all.

 

Todd “norbs” Norbury

What can I say. Obviously the best looking bastard on the trip. The heart of a lion. Pfft! I had a crack, got to the end, made a few blokes laugh and didn’t let those saddle sores get the best of me. That is all.

So there you have it. The seven blokes who rode 823kms from Adelaide to Geelong. The story of the ride in detail over the next few days.

I would like to thank Wendy Peach for the photos. I asked her to take head shots when we were stopped at some god forsaken spot towards the end of the ride. I think you’ll agree, they are great photos.

As usual, all comments welcome below. Thanks for reading.

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Tour de Kids Plus Charity Bike Ride – The Lead Up

Posted on October 2, 2012 by norbs

Well, it has been a while since I did a proper blog update, but the next few will hopefully make up for my being quiet.

As many regular readers know, last week I participated in a charity bike ride from Adelaide to Geelong. 800+kms over 6 days. This post is about the lead up to that ride.

Living by the beach on the NSW South coast has loads of advantages. Not living in Sydney being one. Sadly for me, the airport is in Sydney, so on Thursday, 20th September, I headed off up to Sydney to catch my fight to Adelaide. No forgetting bikes this time, it was an uneventful trip up to Sydney. After browsing the the long term parking web sites the night before, I decided to park the car at a mates place and chance a taxi ride of about 10kms in to the airport. As long as each trip was less than $100 I would be in front.

I parked the car and called a taxi, asking for a station wagon so as I could get the bike box in. About 20 minutes later the taxi arrived. After a struggle trying to lower the back seat, we were away. Taking absolutely no notice of his GPS, it was a pretty long route to the airport, which didn’t exactly contain a flowing conversation.

Fare paid, it was off to check in, dump my baggage and wait for the flight. As usual I got a window seat. If we are going to plunge into the ocean or a mountain, I want to see it happen. Luckily for the person that might have had the middle seat, they didn’t show up. It would have been a tight squeeze between my chunky shape and this big unit.

The flight was due to land at 14:55. I was reading and wondered what the time was? 14:53. And this was the view out of the window.

You beauty, the pilot was going to point the nose down and kamikaze dive into Adelaide. Yeehaa! Little did I know that wasn’t going to be the case. I loosened my seatbelt when he came on the blower and told us we were now starting our descent in to Adelaide and would arrive bang on time, 14:55 Adelaide time. Damn timezones had me mixed up.

Carl was waiting at the airport in possibly the only Hyundai in the world with a bull bar. We drove back to his place where V was waiting with a smile and a cuppa. I unpacked some stuff, then we spent a bit of time putting the bike back together for the ride in the morning, up Norton Summit.

V was cooking a terrific Moroccan chicken dish with preserved lemons, couscous, home made flat bread and salad. It had been a while since lunch, so it went down very rapidly with a cold beer.

It was then off to bed after a long days traveling.

Friday morning we headed out for a hearty breakfast before we tackled Norton Summit. Bacon, eggs, toast, tomatoes, mushrooms and some coffee.

I had to make a few little adjustments to the bike on the way. No matter how well you pack the bike, it always comes out with a bump or two. Given the fact I have seen baggage handlers just shove the bike box off the trolleys, it is little wonder. I would be battling derailer issues for the next week. We got to the base and there is no way you don’t know where you are.

It is odd. I really expected it to be more rural. The start is still in amongst the houses, but it doesn’t take long to get out of the suburbs. You climb for a bit over 5kms. And some of it is steep. Here is one section. That is Carl ahead of me in the video.

I make it to the top in just under 21 minutes. Carl goes sub 20 minutes for the first time. It is a terrific climb. Would love to get back there one day and crack 20 minutes. We wait at the top for V and catch our breath. We decide to descend the way we came, go into the city than back to Carl’s along the river bike track. That decided, the descent begins. It isn’t long before I hear a truck coming up behind. I will let the video tell the story. Be aware, there is some fruity language near the end, just after the truck slows and fails to indicate.

From their it was a rather speedy cruise into the city, or around the city, I’m not sure where. Then we ended up in some park where the V8s race. Carl told me it was used as a crit track and it was a Strava segment. Lead on McDuff. Off he went, with me in tow. You’ll see what happens in the video below.

Carl and V then showed me where they do CycloCross, with Carl climbing mulch hill on his roadie. 🙂 He tried to get me to do it, but there was no way I was going to risk a fall just a day out from the big ride. We cruised along the River Torrens back to their place for a lazy afternoon. I realised at this point that the Garmin had gone into convulsions and corrupted my ride data! Carl finally half fixed it and it is that data you can see below.

Friday night I went out with a group of mates to the Coopers Alehouse and ate one of their enormous chicken schnitzels. It truly is a huge meal. The boys from Adelaide suggested my biggest problem would be echidnas. That might explain a photo later in my trip. 🙂 A couple of pints of cider and it was home to bed. When I say bed, I did have a play around with all the gizmos and gadgets I used on the trip to see if I could get it all working.

Saturday was a very lazy day. An early cruise into the city to get some compression tights and a cycling cap.

Part of the run along the river. People might now understand why my cycling buddies call it “the noisiest bike in the world!”

All that was achieved and it was back to the local cafe for another coffee and a bit of a lazying about before I went out to dinner with the guys from the ride. There was a shopping trip in between, but nothing startling happened, apart from me buying super expensive thongs!

Carl dropped me off at the caravan park that Tony and Wendy were staying at, and I met up with Gary, Ashley and John. We had a leisurely stroll down to the pub, which in brand new thongs, wasn’t the smartest move I have ever made. A big feed of pasta and a couple more ciders, can you see a pattern forming here, and we watched as the local went from agony to ecstasy whilst watching the AFL finals. We bid Gary, Ash and John good night, and it was a walk back to the caravan park, in those damned thongs, on a very breezy and cool night.

When we got back to Carls, the pins were a bit tender, so I thought I would give the compression tights a try.

Compress they certainly did, and not just your legs. I was wondering if I was going to wake up with the anatomy of a Ken doll if I slept in these things. Sleep, my nemesis for the next few nights. I tossed and turned that Saturday night, nervous about what lay ahead. 855kms in 6 days. It was going to be a big ask.

Next post will cover the first two days of the ride.

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Proof Climbing Kills Me

Posted on September 24, 2012 by norbs

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Tour de kids plus. First 2 days.

Posted on September 24, 2012 by norbs

Just links to the rides for now. It’s a bit difficult to post proper ride reports on a tablet.

Day 1 data – http://app.strava.com/rides/22879029

Day 2 data – http://app.strava.com/rides/22994447

More soon.

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Mission Control

Posted on September 22, 2012 by norbs

This is how I will be putting together the next weeks blog posts whilst on the road. http://instagr.am/p/P3WH88wj4N/

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NPC World Exclusive – TTT Winners Logo

Posted on September 16, 2012 by norbs

There is all sorts of buzz around today with the UCI Team Time Trial World Championships. The big question is, what is the new logo the winning team gets to display on their jerseys next year. My mole within the UCI has just sent me this.

Remember, you saw it here first!

 

This may or may not be correct.

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