Ride Report Ken Dinnerville
Posted: 26 May 2013, 15:37
Got cooked and presented with the Ken Dinner Bill
My goal was to not finish last. On that front I am of the opinion that I may have missed a spot on the podium. Man, it hurt. In every race you learn something. My learnings from this event were profound.
• Having a high speed internet connection and the ability to touch type is not adequate qualification to participate in a road race.
• Never before has the phrase, “all the gear and no idea” been more apparent.
• My warm up should consist of more than having the heater in the car on high and changing gear a lot.
• Targeting the fat old man with the wooden leg and the eye patch as my mark should involve greater research into his form.
• Next year get a Coach. Preferably a Murrays or a Greyhound and watch the race from the side of the road.
I arrived and signed on. It was very well organised and certainly well supported. I spotted the other DHBCers and they graciously acknowledged me being in uniform. I did a little warm up and before you know it were away.
I was in the first bunch to depart. We took off at a fare clip, I hit threshold before leaving the car park and I just knew this was going to be a bad day! The bunch worked well together and I not only remained in contact but also took my turns.
The base of the Mount Marshall Climb was my undoing along with one or two others. I managed to get on to a young lady from SU Velo’s wheel a couple of Kms before the turn around. We worked well together, finally being caught deep into the second lap. She jumped on to that bunch and I just flayed in the wind like a torn flag.
Mike rolled past me and called me on to his wheel. I have nominated Mike for Australian of the Year. He saved me a world of hurt and drove my pace hard. We caught the SU Velo girl again to my delight, but she too jumped on.
Another bunch zoomed by and Mike leapt on to it and I did the wind thing again. It was then me against world and a very lonely last hour. Before I left home I have taken great care with the packing of my suitcase of courage. Sadly the contents of which I left strewn along the road side on the Mount Marshall Climb. I attempted to valiantly unleash the Furry in the best Café Racer style. However the furry remained entirely recalcitrant and refused all coaxing.
I rolled in sore and tired. James handed me cold Coke and I could have kissed him. Bloody hard day at the office. Thanks to the boys for their waves and shouted encouragement.
Anyone what to use my Internet for next year?
See you on the Road
Dougie
My goal was to not finish last. On that front I am of the opinion that I may have missed a spot on the podium. Man, it hurt. In every race you learn something. My learnings from this event were profound.
• Having a high speed internet connection and the ability to touch type is not adequate qualification to participate in a road race.
• Never before has the phrase, “all the gear and no idea” been more apparent.
• My warm up should consist of more than having the heater in the car on high and changing gear a lot.
• Targeting the fat old man with the wooden leg and the eye patch as my mark should involve greater research into his form.
• Next year get a Coach. Preferably a Murrays or a Greyhound and watch the race from the side of the road.
I arrived and signed on. It was very well organised and certainly well supported. I spotted the other DHBCers and they graciously acknowledged me being in uniform. I did a little warm up and before you know it were away.
I was in the first bunch to depart. We took off at a fare clip, I hit threshold before leaving the car park and I just knew this was going to be a bad day! The bunch worked well together and I not only remained in contact but also took my turns.
The base of the Mount Marshall Climb was my undoing along with one or two others. I managed to get on to a young lady from SU Velo’s wheel a couple of Kms before the turn around. We worked well together, finally being caught deep into the second lap. She jumped on to that bunch and I just flayed in the wind like a torn flag.
Mike rolled past me and called me on to his wheel. I have nominated Mike for Australian of the Year. He saved me a world of hurt and drove my pace hard. We caught the SU Velo girl again to my delight, but she too jumped on.
Another bunch zoomed by and Mike leapt on to it and I did the wind thing again. It was then me against world and a very lonely last hour. Before I left home I have taken great care with the packing of my suitcase of courage. Sadly the contents of which I left strewn along the road side on the Mount Marshall Climb. I attempted to valiantly unleash the Furry in the best Café Racer style. However the furry remained entirely recalcitrant and refused all coaxing.
I rolled in sore and tired. James handed me cold Coke and I could have kissed him. Bloody hard day at the office. Thanks to the boys for their waves and shouted encouragement.
Anyone what to use my Internet for next year?
See you on the Road
Dougie