Let me check my list. I have……
- Bike, peddles & shoes
- Garmin with cadence sensor & heart rate monitor
- Helmet, pump, under seat bag
- Front and back lights
- Shirts & undershirts
- Pants & bib
- Socks & gloves
- Winter & wet weather wear
- Peddle spanner, spare tubes & bike tool
Well that’s about it. I think I have everything…. or do I?
Notably, every time I walk into a bike shop I look around and think – I could use that, and other than the head warmer which I haven’t warn because it didn’t get that cold, I have used everything I have bought. This is good. Continue reading
Today a friend asked “Why do I ride? What drives me on?” And he asked me this because he has seen me go from nothing to 160km a week and keep on doing it.
So I ask myself “why do I ride?” because I wasn’t sure I knew the answer.
I don’t race (although I am considering it) so I am not training for anything.
I don’t have any events planned. I first pushed hard to achieve a virtual goal of two consecutive days of 100km. I road 100kms on the Spring cycle and another 100 on the Sydney to Gong ride but by that time, I had already learnt to ride the distance. Since then I tick off personal bests on Strava and continue to do some long rides to keep the skill level up.
I don’t have any big goals. I achieved Continue reading
Renshaw, Morton, Ewan
Loved it, loved it, loved it, loved it. Other than not wearing sun block, getting fried and paying for it for the next two days, my baptism into watching professionals road race was a highlight and a joy.
Apart from going a lot faster the three things I really noticed were:
– by watching a criterium, you get the see the riders go past you many times
– their gear changes are mostly quick and smooth with an efficient clunk
– there is a definitively unique whirling sound that a peloton makes which is like a swarm of locusts
When the wife decided to go to the hair dresser, I jumped in the car and headed south to the shire where I grew up and to places I normally went with a surfboard, but this time Wanda and Elloura offered roads, and the waves were just the scenery. Continue reading