It's been an excellent couple of weeks on the bike since the Gippy 3 Day Tour. I had a ball attacking and attacking and attacking in the final stage and was hungry for more. To feed the hunger I ventured down to Casey Fields the following Saturday for a bit of crit action. The field was small, and to be fair anything other than a win would have been disappointing. That didn't make it any easier though as everyone seemed content to try their luck in a bunch kick. It took me four attacks but I finally got away for the win. Add the commute to Cranbourne in and it turned into a quality five hours chamois time.
What better way to celebrate than to go and play in the mud on the mtb at round 2 of the Fat Tyre Flyers winter series on the very challenging Chum Creek course. Pete and I yo-yo'd within a few metres of each other until he snuck past a lapped rider on the penultimate lap just before the main decent. Aforementioned lapped rider then proceeded to go over the bars leaving his bike across the track as I entered a chute. End result was me also over the bars and my stem pointing sideways. So I lost a couple of minutes that lap, took back one of them on the last lap and finished second by 50 seconds. A good day out though with the 1x10 setup shining in ideal chainsuck conditions.
Fast forward another week of commuting to and from work in the dark when it's four degrees, at least it hasn't been raining, and you come to this weekend just gone. Saturday morning was a slightly epic five hour journey with one of the new Apollo signings. It was cold and Mother Nature made up for the lack of rain on my commutes to work. Jase made my legs hurt too! So he's seven kilo's lighter than me, and I was doing 310 watts to hold his wheel for a fair bit of the ride. Hopefully he puts that power/weight to good use during this National Road Series as it could certainly do some damage!
Sunday meant more playing in the mud. The 'nongs never get old when it comes to mtbing. Wheels did lots of sliding, people fell off, and my ride partners seemed bent on trying to find a hill I couldn't ride on the 1x10 setup. Once the mud was washed off post ride it revealed nothing but ear to ear grins though. There wasn't much time to hang around though as we hightailed it to Brunswick Velodrome for a historical day in Victorian Cycling. The first officially sanctioned Cyclocross race courtesy of these guys. Not yet having a 'cross bike in my quiver I was behind the lense for this one to capture Mr Ozriders in a terrible skinsuit. This format has to take off! So...much...fun.
The steeds ready for battle.
The calm before the storm.
Our winner. Never underestimate the power of a Belgian Champ Skinsuit.
Jimmy kept Campbell high on the bank.
Luckily this photo doesn't capture the true seethroughness of the skinsuit.
Fireman Sam shows us how to shoulder and run on his way to second.
Pick your vantage point carefully and you can almost see the whole course. Brilliant!