Loose Cannons Pt 1
One and a half days on the road.
Etape 1
A motley 15 riders departed Cheeky Transport on a fine Monday morning.
The lone leader left 5 minutes early, or as I discovered later, on time but not according to my timepiece.
No one told me it was an alleycat of sorts, for I was quickly 'dropped' as I watched the youngsters plough their way through Sydney peak hour.
After a few flats, and waiting for riders (that weren't part of the ride), much chasing hard to catch up with the 'peleton' the day was half baked and I was truly cooked.
What a place to ride though. The scenery is epic, and the weather on this occasion was hot, and clear. The land was lush, unlike the Melburn surrounds. Temptation called me into the cool waters, but we kept turning the pedals to Kiama where we stopped for a much needed hit.
It all looks easy from this angle.
With Paddy as my wingman, we departed the group and took an alternate route along the bike path through the 'Gong.
Riding through the beachside town I heard a voice call my name - and was shocked that someone had recognised my bike from this place in the ether.
After a bit of chit chat with JT , Paddy and I swapped turns and motored along to rejoin the bunch.
The undulating and brisk pace of Etape 1's 165km broke me. Perhaps it wasn't the distance, but the old courier mentality of 'I'll ride while there is work, and worry about food and drink later'.
I'd learnt my lesson. Car won't go without fuel and this machine was no different.
Watching 02 buzz past on a skitch to our final destination as I ambled along, crampy and thirsty was the nail in the coffin for the first day.
A feast awaited the weary riders at Hotel Vercoe, and half-comatosed I ate and drank what I could - showered and fell to bed shattered.
Etape 2.
When I saw Scooter still in bed as I was ready to go, all gnarled up in the foetal position I thought something was up.
Something in the food had taken him down like a bullet. He was in no state to ride and reluctantly pulled the pin and was taken to hospital.
Our fearless ride engineer gone, Makatron declared martial law, re-assigned tasks to all riders and the 'loose cannons' rode away from Nowra with the goal of Moruya ahead.
Sadly we also lost another rider who was overwhelmed with another 5 repeats of day 1 and 10 remained.
Another glorious day awaited us and the first stop of the day was Skin Grows Back HQ after a short spell on the road to warm the legs, the pinch into Milton reminded everyone that day 1 was the EASY day.
You couldn't wipe the smiles from riders faces. This pain was good.