Sam, Meng and I rocked it…

It all started out so well the day was fantastic, the sun stayed behind the clouds for the most part and we even had just a little bit of rain to cool us down about 50km in. all in all a good day for killing yourself.

Meng and I lost Sam in the first 25km… we don’t really know what happened, it’s a mystery never to be solved. I managed to completely forget the loss of a teammate by chatting to whoever was sitting at my side (shout outs to Anita my female mountain biking friend). Heading down to Sorrento we averaged a little over 30kmh while sitting on the back of some roadies. Alas our pack broke apart at Mt Martha as she completely murdered the field. Heading up the Mt I wasn’t paying attention and went off-road and in to the grass, but if you ask me it was worth it I got a rest and made some new friends for the next 10min of hell.

Once we hit Sorrento I’d already ridden 40km further than any other ride I’ve done and I was feeling good and strong. Once we hit Queenscliff and started to climb on cold legs I felt pathetic and weak, it was probably the worst point in the ride for me as it was just climb after climb into a headwind with no groups in sight and nothing much to look at. Riding into Geelong downhill with a nice tailwind changed my mind, well that and our long lost riding companion Sam catching us at a set of lights. Together again we flew our of Geelong all happy and ready for the long straight ahead. For the first half I took the lead with Meng in the middle and Sam at the back. Eventually we grabbed the back wheels of a pack of roadies who were kind enough to tow us the rest of the way to Werribee.

The final 30 km was hardest on Meng who’s legs keep on cramping up every 20min or so, but we pulled through and left no man behind. We pushed him hard and I’ve been informed he still has issues walking but we managed to achieve our main goal and got over the Westgate before it closed. Meng did a brilliant job. He only started training 3 weeks before the ride. Funny thing is he doesn’t even own a bike, he borrowed a really sweet all carbon road bike from a friends dad.

The rest of the ride was very slow crawling through the Melbourne streets I think we caught every red light! Crossing over the finish line we were rewarded with a roaring crowd of three people who were actually cheering for the guys behind us… on the plus side I did get lost of free biscuits