•December 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

penumbra, originally uploaded by monkey_pushover_tree.

Partial lunar eclipse from Sydney. Interesting way to see the moon on the solstice.


•September 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Last night on my cycle home, I decided to take a ride to Chatswood and back for some extra distance.  It’s a fun route on the cycle paths and there is a nice hill just before Chatswood that you practice sprinting up.  On the way back, heading through the dark cycle paths with my Ay-Ups lighting the way I spotted a bike light on the ground.  The first thing that went through my head was that someone had a flat and may need assistance.  I slowed down as I approached only to see a guy looking at piece of paper in the dark.  He flagged me down and I stopped.  First thing I asked was “Everything okay?”.  Turns out he was lost and wanted to get to…Chatswood.  Now while this route is straight forward when you know where you are going it’s not as much when you are in the dark and have never done it before.  A confusing part of the route is a split in the path towards Artarmon.  It’s even worse looking at it from a printout and trying to work out where you are in the dark.  If you don’t know where you are going, you could easily go wrong here.  So I offered to show him the way on the cycle path and then how to get to the train station in Chatswood.  Another trip to Chatswood didn’t really bother me and I knew that you could get further lost if you hadn’t done the route before.  So off we headed and chatted along the way.  Turns out that this was the first day cycling home as he lives in Hornsby but works in the City.He was cycling back and forth to Chatswood which is cool I think.  Part of your journey by train, the other by bike.  So I delivered him within a block or two from the train station and headed back. Oh and he is the executive chef of a hotel in the city and said I should pop in and he’d sort me out with a feed!  That’s pretty awesome!  For me, I was just happy to help another cyclist.

On the way back I got thinking; this would never happen with a car. Cycling does make people more friendly that’s for sure.

respect to…

•August 19, 2010 • 5 Comments

the food bloggers.

Yes, the food bloggers.  It’s harder than it looks to eat food, take some dam good photos and then write about the session that you’ve just had.  Some may see it as a form of gluttony and pleasure all combined into one that anyone could do.  But I’ve seen them work at it, it’s not as easy as it looks.  By chance, I ran into a couple of my food blogger friends earlier this week after visiting the Chophouse in Sydney CBD.  It was following this blog post by A Table For Two’s Billy that convinced me that should make a visit.  An opportunity came up so we headed down there.  The food is magnificent.   It’s one of the few places I’ve been to where everything about the Chops and Meat you are eating is there right in front to you.  All the way from the days it’s been fed to its Marble score.  I ended up getting Dark Al Marinated Wagyu Flank for mains with Chocolate Tart for desserts.  There was also their signature Swiss Milk Chocolate block, which is a delight to be shared. All of this would make me head back there again.  The food is amazingly good; meat that melts like butter, sides with great flavours and desserts to die for.

And that’s why I’m not a food blogger.  I just don’t have the descriptive means that would do this food justice.  I also don’t think I could eat all the time like these guys seem to do.  And that’s the incredible thing about these guys.  They are passionate about their food and spreading that passion to those that want to know.  The industry is also beginning to notice this a lot more and taking note as to what these guys are saying.  So back to these guys that I meet while I was at the Chophouse.  They had been invited by Chophouse to experience a Pig and Pinot dinner.  That slow roasted suckling pig carved by David Clarke, Executive Chef, at their table.  The sight alone caused a stir within the restaurant, followed by the series of flashes going off everyone knew this was a major event.  Luckily for me, my friends: A table for two; Grab Your Fork; chocolatesuze and here comes the food where present at this event.  Thanks to those guys I got to experience the delights of this suckling pig (thank you to whoever sent over the plate!).  Have to say, it was some of the best I’ve had in a long time.  The crackling was perfect, crunchy full of flavour with not too much fat.  It reminded me of the spit roasted pig that I’ve eaten in Germany but nowhere near the fatty taste you can have.  The meat was tender and juicy just thinking about it again makes my mouth water.  Now these guys got to experience the whole lot more and I highly recommend that you read their posts of the event to see it in full detail.

As for watching them work.  Whilst it appears that they are all eating, they are listening, asking questions, making notes.  Watching between the conversations and laughter, there is the quick pull out of a iPhone and tap of note about some item they have just eaten or drunk.  It’s amazing with all that food they consume they are able to polish together such articles, enticing the reader to head to that restaurant and experience the same.  They may say it’s easy, but it appears not to this outsider.  Whilst I’m lucky I’m able to enjoy watching these guys and occasionally join in with them, I think that’s maybe as far as I would get with my food blog.

So kudos and respect to these guys, they know what they are doing and you should listen/read them.

oh and proof I’m no Photo blogger:

Brain vs Body

•August 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Jarod said the following to me over the weekend – “Cause [sic] you let your brain bash up your body”. It was reference to an earlier discussion about making decisions and the though process that goes with it.  Earlier, for Jarod,  it was just one more hill before he went home.  For me it was I’ll just do another hour which turned into a total of 3 and 80km of riding that I wasn’t originally going to do.  I wasn’t feeling the strongest this weekend and was more sleepy than anything and it was supposed to be a gentle ride just to make sure I did some riding.  The problem is that the brain bash up your body comment on the bike rings true.  It’s one of the only times in the sports that I’ve been able to do it.  By some means I find ways of shutting off and ignoring the pain and suffering when on the bike.  I know I’m pain and my body is screaming stop and rest but some how my brain takes over to shut it out.  When I finally do stop I’m exhausted, I’ve given it everything and just collapse.  The question is how how am I able to do this in some sports and tasks but not others?  Why can’t I do the same thing when climbing and push myself just that much further?  Why is it on the bike I’m able to do such a ride? I guess the brain is a complex machine and some things it allows me to do to exhaustion and others not.


•July 19, 2010 • Leave a Comment

so… after picking up a new shiny bike what happens? Well I get a head full of snot and feel sick in my stomach. And of course when does this happen? Well Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So the plan to ride over the weekend and carry on the 150km weekend riding fails. Oh and when do I feel better? Well Monday of course…*sigh*

On the plus point, I did watch all of the Tour stages this weekend! I wish I could climb and descend as well as they do!

Totals for the weekend – 0km
Total for the month so far – 309.75km
Total for the year – 1778.91km


•July 12, 2010 • 2 Comments

There are two new elements in my world,  Argon (Ar) and Krypton (Kr).  Yes both are noble gasses and pretty much harmless.  So why are these now new elements in my world?  Well they are names of my frame and new bike! A full carbon machine.  After a year and half riding the mendota, it was time for a change for riding at the weekend.  The rides have been getting longer & longer.  When I start a ride I’m now expecting to do at least 50km and it’s more like 70km when I’m done.  The problem with doing this on the mendota is that it’s a lot harder than it needs to be to do such a distance.  The Mendota is fantastic for being around the city and doing commuting. For distance and speed, it’s a lot of work.  Cruising speed on it being comfortable is between the 25-28kmph.  Most of this feels like an areo issue.  You are quite upright so all the wind hits your chest and you have to push through this.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s done me very very well and I’m still using it for commuting.  So after a few months of umming and arring, I decided to finally bite the bullet and get a road bike.  Now the question was did I stay with the aluminium frame with some carbon forks or go full carbon?  After much talking to LBS employees and t’internet browsing I decided against the aluminium frame/carbon forks/rear stay etc.  The main reason was that it seemed that it wasn’t really much of an upgrade over the Mendota. Okay, yes I would be more areo, but other than that not that much.  The next step up was to go full carbon; light, ridged, areo and a full group set.

In the end I settled for a Argon 18 Krypton 36.  The other thing I got was a the SRAM rival groupset.  The big reason for going for this groupset was that the brake levers remain just for braking only.  There is none of the movement that is there with the shimano setup.  The double-tap feature of the SRAM groupset I find awesome.  It’s noisy and there is nothing subtle to it.  It’s very much like a car’s racing gearbox.  It’s either in gear or it’s neutral.  I like it very much.  As soon as you touch the gear lever you’re changing gear.  There is a pleasant thunk that you hear, reinforcing that you’ve changed successfully.  The other big step up for me is that this isn’t a compact chainring.  This is 53/39 on the front.  This is a bit different to the 48/36/26 on the Mendota.  The difference being is that when you turn the crank, it feels like all of the power is going directly out of the back wheel.  So far, this setup hasn’t been an issue.  In fact, I’m now 5-10kmph faster up some of the hills I have been running on.  Even on the one 10% hill that I’ve been on it’s not too bad.  Most of the hills have been between 2-6% and this bike climbs them without an issue.  I do wonder what I’ll be like on the longer hills.  Judging the distance/effort required for these is still tough for me.

I’m also coming to grips with the speedplay pedals.  They are harder to get into than the SPDs, but once they are in they are solid.  The main reason I think they are harder is simply due to the size and the carbon/fibreglass boot.  You need to make sure you are really over the top of them and push down firmly.  I was told they will ease up, and they are doing so.  I certainly like them when I’m standing out of the saddle as they feel much more secure than the SPDs.

Things I do need to work on, cornering at speed and descending.  Corning on this is harder than the mendota.  Yes I know I need to counter steer, buts that’s harder said than done and getting used to the bike to that at 35kmph is a bit nerve racking.  I’ll get used to it I’m sure.  Descending on this is nothing like the mendota.  I’m not 100% happy yet on being on the drops at speed.  I’ve hit 65kmph so far on this bike, and I feel I can go a lot faster which is scary.  I guess I’ll have to get used to that too.

One thing I do miss on this is the disk brakes.  The disk brakes on the mendota allow you to stop on a dime, they are sooooo good in any condition.  Callipers on the other hand…I think it’s going to take a bit of wearing in and knowing the distances I’ll have brake on with these.

And what does it look like, well the beast looks as follows:

Yes, that’s a lot of white.  It’s not that hard to clean given that’s I’ve cleaned it once already after a damp ride.  So far I’ve covered 228.75km on it.  I suspect that I’ll be seeing a few thousand kms on this that’s for sure.


•May 25, 2010 • Leave a Comment

morning:mist, originally uploaded by monkey_pushover_tree.

I love film. It’s even better when you forget what you have taken and the damage from x-rays and heat produce something better than you’d hoped for originally.

here comes your man

•April 20, 2010 • Leave a Comment

There are times when I’m riding that my mind wanders.  Sometimes there is that moment of pure nothingness.  I suspect it’s that moment is what achieving nirvana or bliss is like.  By the time  you realise that your brain has switched off and you are experiencing it the moment has gone (like dust in the wind).  Then there are other times when music seeps into my head.  The random playlist that is my brain plays so odd tunes at times.  Recently it’s been playing Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies.  I suspect the reason being that I have it on itunes and I must have seen it on RAGE at somepoint recently.

The video for me does remind me to open my mouth and breathe though. There are times when I do the video antics when I’m riding.  And climbing the hills makes my head do the warping at the end of the video.  So for all to see and share in my brains playlist, enjoy the Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies:


•April 12, 2010 • 5 Comments

It doesn’t seem that far.

In the grand scheme of things, 100km is a small distance.  If anything it’s an infinitesimally small distance.  In terms of my cycling, it’s a big one.  If anything it’s a huge milestone for me to break.  The plan was to break this later on in the year after increasing the distance slowly.  At the moment 80k was the next goal to break. Having completed several 60k rides and a couple in to the 70k region, I knew 80k was a good place to get to.  So after Jarod suggested a ride to Waterfall and back to Redfern, which was a 76.5km run on Google maps so squeezing a few more km somewhere and a 80k ride was mine to take.  That was the plan (the best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley).

Leading up to the ride was the dreaded start time.  We wanted to be a Redfern at 7am.  Now I’m no morning person and 7am start for me is hell.  The second thing with this is that I needed to be at Redfern for 7am.  So, either train it down or cycle.  I didn’t even look at the train times, I just looked at the map.  It was an easy route and I mapped it to be about 10km ish.  So with lights and at a gentle pace that’s 30-45mins.  I also know that most of that is a flat run so it’ll be a good warm up for me.  So +10km and I have to be up earlier anyway so might as well start riding.  Mental prep had started; rather than starting cold I’m going to be warm and it’ll be easier.

The mental prep started earlier in the week.  I’m going to need a bib, chaffing cream, spare tubes and energy bars/gels. I had two GU chocolate outrage bars left at home, so I was taking then.  I purchased two proteinFX choc malt bars too.  Tubes I have, just in case as well as a repair kit.  That left the bib and cream.  I headed into town and got some Aussie Butt Cream.  Yes it has and unfortunate name, and it’s kind odd asking about butt cream when you’re in a cycling shop, but I left my embarrassment at the door and did so.  I’d heard good things about wearing bib shorts and the Bontrager Gary Fisher ones had good reviews, so I picked up some of these as well.  I didn’t think when I’d got these that I was going to turn into a Gary Fisher advertisement with both a Gary Fisher bike and bib shorts.  Comfort was more on my mind.  So mental prep was set.  I knew I had enough food and the right kit.  So the only thing that was going to stop me completing the ride was my body and fitness.

The physical prep started the night before.  I didn’t go climbing on the Friday night.  I had a big bowl of pasta and I took it easy.  I went over the bike twice, checked the tires and filled up the saddle bag with all of the repair stuff. I have new pedals that I wanted to put on, but I didn’t change them in fear that they could be set wrong and I didn’t want to find that out 50km in.  The water bottles were even filled up and the energy bars laid out ready for me to put in my pocket.  I even went to bed earlier than normal. I have to say I didn’t sleep too well.  My mind was occupied with having to get up and ride that distance.  Noises woke me up a few times, only to look at the clock and realise it wasn’t time to get up.  At some point I must have fallen fully asleep as the alarm woke me up.  5.50am.

Things are loud at 5.50am.  Every noise you make feels amplified.  The cat was confused at me moving around at this time, but he didn’t seem to care when I let him out on the balcony.  So now it was real.  I was awake.  The butt cream applied, the bib shorts and jersey on.  Next the sun tan lotion.   I’d got caught out the week before on a 60km ride and got badly burnt.  I wasn’t going to happen today. Finally arm warmers.  6am.

Next was some starter fuel for me.  Two slices of toast.  This should see me through for sure.  The pop of the toaster sounded like a gun going off though.  Buttered and down my gob they went.  A quick shot of water and I was about ready to go.  Got the cat and bike in from the balcony.  Phone, keys and wallet in the zip pocket of the jersey.  Helmet, shoes, gloves and glasses on.  6.15am.  Okay on time here we go.

The streets felt like the start of 28 days later.  I avoided the temptation to scream “HELLO?!” to the rest of the world.  But alarm bells did go off in my head; it’s early and there are not many people around.  You’ll need to be more alert here.  The first form of life I saw was the drunken rambler on their way home (might have well been 28 days later).  The second, a cyclist.  They caught me up at a set of lights, said morning and off they went.  Any other day I would have been on their wheel playing it’s not a race.  Not today. Today was about pace, being calm and thinking each move through.  This was the first 10km of a longer plan, simply a warm up.  As I headed to the bridge more and more cyclists appeared.  I was now in the world of the Saturday morning riders, those crazy people who are up early to do a long rider before the rest of the world is awake and crap now I’m one of them.

Even the Police seemed to aware of the cyclists that time.  Coming down Sussex street I was watched by a sole police car.  There was only us on the road and I was stopping and waiting at every light.  They seemed to want me to jump one so they could pull me over or at least that’s how it felt. They’d moved on before I’d gotten to Redfern and turned off somewhere in the city.  So here I was at Gibbons St & Lawson St waiting for Jarod to arrive about 10-12minutes early.  I felt good and this was going to be a good ride.

The 10 minute wait confirmed we were not going to be alone either.  Multiple pelotons passed me waiting.  It was a good site to see and there was every kind of bike out there.  Again good to see.  Being on a fast city hybrid can show less roadie cred that’s for sure. And then turns up Jarod, on the the Salsa.  This means a single speed over that kind of distance.  I have such respect for that man.  The usual shake of the hands a quick chat and we were off.  I think there was a noted point about doing the 10kms first and would I still be saying it was a good idea near to the end.  Something in the back of my mind said he might be onto something there.

Before I knew it we were on the Princes Highway.  It’s then it all clicked. There was no-one around, lanes to ourselves, setting our own speed.  I suddenly understood the appeal of the ride at this time.  I wasn’t the hectic work rush which makes up most of my rides.  It was pure riding fun, stopping only for lights.  I lost track of time and fell into the motion of just turning the crank.  It was great.  Jarod mentioned he’d never got down as far as Waterfall before and mentioned something about Heathcote or Loftus.  Waterfall was my destination and that’s were we were going.  I knew that’d we push each other to get there too.  Seeing the other riders on their way back said to me, well if they can do it…

The excitement of that, plus the empty roads the speed we were travelling at, I forgot that I’d only eaten two slices of toast and done 10km already.  This was going to hurt me earlier that I expected.  It came after what jarod said “Three annoying hills”.   And annoying they were.  They sap the energy from you.  Your legs burn and god it hurts.  There was, for me, an interesting point about the hills.  Jarod on the single speed moves faster up the first part of the hill.  I stay in my 90RPM style cadence shifting gears.  By the time we are hitting the top I’m catching him.  It really drove the point home about climbing sensibly and not reacting to others on a climb.  Do it in your own pace, don’t go off hard and you will catch them.   After the last annoying hill I started to eat.  It was about 15mins too late.  My body really needed the food and I got slight stomach cramps as it digested. This was made worse by the lanky bearded streamer toting mountain biker.  I mean he had a 80’s style mountain bike with streamers.  We joked about catching him on the downhill.  It hit 65.3kph and did catch him as he started the climb up the hill.

I then hit a mini wall. No energy.  Nothing.  Jarod passed me.  “Shut up legs” as Jens Voigt says didn’t help.  I just had to keep turning.  The hill hurt and I was losing speed up it.  Jarod was getting further away.  Lanky bearded streamer toting mountain biker even further away.  Somehow I got up the hill and we pulled over and had a rest.  I was thankful for it to be honest and it gave my body time to get the energy into me.  We joked about lanky bearded streamer toting mountain biker and the speed he went up the hill.  To be fair to him, he was setting race pace up it. After 10mins resting we were off again.  I felt better and I was nibbling more food down.  We were going to get to Waterfall.

A couple more riders past us; we pulled over at a BP garage to get some more water.  Turns out we hit the only one without water.  So Gatorade it was.  1 bottle of purple flavour and one of lemon&lime.  I took purple.  And off again.  What you don’t realise here is that you are climbing to waterfall.  It’s a slow upwards travel.  It doesn’t feel like it and you are moving a good speed and rhythm.  Before we knew it we were there.  Waterfall.  If anything it’s kind of uneventful.  You go over the bridge, along the footpath and back down the other side. For me it was the time to suck down the GU gel.  I think I tried to suck out the foil from the middle of it at the same time.  Jarod joked about me doing so; I must have looked silly or really hungry.

The slow uphill that we’d been doing now paid off.  The ride back started to fly. Boy it’s awesome.  You’re travelling at a fast tempo, you don’t notice the speed and the distance just falls away.  The way was good, but the way back is better, much much better.  The undulating hills that you coast up on the way there just propel you back to  Sydney at speed.  The hills we did get to didn’t seem that bad any more.  Well not to me.  Jarod did say something about dam me and dam my gears. We passed two roadies with punctures and checked they were okay.  They seemed to think us odd for doing so though. But for me one of the best things that we saw was a group of 6 riders.

To put it simply, they passed us.  On a slight downhill, we are talking a small one here, they were travelling at 55km as a group.  For me it was a holy crap moment of amazingness.  That’s just so awesome.  And then they were gone.

We stopped twice more.  Once for a coffee (small double shot latte at Macca’s) and another Gatorade run.  I’d been nibbling away at my food the whole time and was feeling good.  Like really good.  The joke through the whole ride was was I going to cycle home from Redfern.  The responses varied from “I’ll see how I feel”, “it’s only 10km”, “maybe”, “i don’t know”.  At some point I think I’d mentally accepted that I was going to anyway.  Plus 10 more km.  Suddenly I was going to do 100km today.  Somehow I think deep down I was prepared for that to happen and wanted to happen.  The hard part was going to be the uphill from Kirribilli to North Sydney.  More energy sapping hills.  Not really what you want at the end of 100km.

Before we knew it, it was Redfern again.  We congratulated each other on the ride talked about doing it again.  I sucked down the last GU gel.  I was off again.  Through the city, down to Clarence Street, onto Kent street to the bridge.  The Harbour Bridge hurt. There was a cycling sydney tour stopped half way taking up the whole crossing.  They eventually moved out of the way.  Kirribilli.  I went and filled up the water bottle one last time.  The last set of hills.  The pacific highway one was okay; blue street hurt a little.  Miller street was good though.  At no point did I move into the granny gear.  Middle chain ring was worked hard, screamed “SHUT UP LEGS” more than once,  but I got up them.  Personally I couldn’t believe it.  I started towards home.  99.05, 99.06, 99.07 cramp.

Big Big cramp all down my left quad. “SHUT UP LEGS” times about 50 went through my head.  On a downhill I unclipped and shook my leg violently.  I must have looked pretty stupid at this point.  But I didn’t care.  I was almost home and I’d done over 100km.  The last roundabout sealed it.  I felt amazing, well as amazing as you can after that distance.  The cramp must have accepted it too, as it settled a little.  For me I broke a milestone that I expect not to break for a good few months.  The crazy thing about it was that I want to do it again.  It was an addictive ride and one for sure to do again.

So, the stats:

101.69km – 4hrs 7 mins 9 sec

24,59km/h avg – 65.3 km/h max

Calories (MET)  burnt – 3460

Calories consumed – 957

Fluids consumed – 3.4L

Jarod’s shorter account of the ride is here.  I too am proud of what we achieved and have the bug too.  I can’t wait to do the ride again.  As for the next mile stone to be broken, well I think that’s going to have to the imperial 100 mile marker.  So that’s 161km.  I’m sure Jarod will be up for that too!


•January 11, 2010 • 3 Comments

Today hurts.  Not a mental pain, but rather a physical one.  As part of the plan to cycle more this year, I went out for a ride with Jarod again.  The dude kicks my ass on his bike (Single speed Salsa) with over 2800km last year completed by him riding. So either way I know I’m will be pushed.  It’s a good thing; I like cycling with someone else and having the two of us we can push each other.  Previously we’ve clocked up 60km rides, but from the outset I knew this ride was to be different.

Jarod suggested the following route:

Okay that doesn’t look too bad was my first thought.  Whilst the above map gives you the route you’d take on a car, we’d have to change it a little bit for safer access on the bike.  So with a bit of knowledge of the bike paths in North Sydney and beyond as well as a quick check of the “Bike-It! Sydney” we had a route planned.

The second thing that went through my head was, this was to be hilly.   Not a little hilly but a lot hilly.  I know what the route from North Sydney to Lane Cove is like and it’s a continues undulation whilst you’re moving slowly upwards.  The good thing is that at somepoint you’re going to have to head back down again.  The first 10 minutes of the ride, the climb from Kirribilli to Crows Nest proved this point.  Even though I was covering a ride I do quite often I was finding it hard going.  Maybe it was the push to start at a faster pace and not being warm enough first (even though we were cycling in 30C+ heat).  Those initial climbs had me thinking, am I fit enough to complete this ride today? Mostly we’ve ridden quite flat routes with maybe one large hill on route.  This ride was now to challenge myself both mentally and physically and if needed push through it.  I don’t know how Jarod felt at this point.  It’s hard to describe the mental fight you go through to not stop after going up one hill only to see another in front of you and more in the distance.  You can feel the burn in your thighs and calves. You’re head pounds, the sweet drips down your face catching your tongue tasting of a mixture of suntan lotion and salt.

By Lane Cove I think we were both feeling it; the good thing here was that we were turning back towards the water and the Gladesville bridge.  That meant some downhill resting. In fact one of best bit about this ride is the Burns Bay Road section.  On a Sunday morning this was a clear double lane decent.  The steepness of the road means that just coasting down you get to 50km speeds.  I was glad for the break and so were my legs.  My thoughts at this point where very much of the Tour De France riders and their descents.  Of course they are traveling at closer to 80km; one day maybe…

Next was the Gladesville bridge and working out how to cross it.  We got a bit lost here, I’m sure there is an easier way to come off Burns Bay Road and get on the bridge.  I need to look into this cause the way we went was well not as practical as it should.  This was the first time I’d cycled over this bridge.  Again it does the deceptive thing that the Sydney Harbour Bridge does. It makes you think it’s easier than it actually is.  After the previous ups and downs this was more effort than maybe it needed.

We then detoured around Iron Cove bay.  The lowlights of this was the single finger salute I received from driver that failed to indicate at a roundabout and couldn’t make up his mind whether he was going straight on or turning left.  As I was waiting and giving way (for the fear of cycling out there he would have gone straight on and hit me) the driver stopped, at the roundabout, then turned left.  Saying “Some indication might be nice” resulted in the finger to me.  Why is that drivers seem to forget all road rules here in Oz when they reach a roundabout?

The downside about cycling around Iron Cove bay is the hill at the start of Lilyfield Road.  From nice cycle path appears this monster.  Jarod assures me it’s ridable and shoots off up it.  Ahead I can see two more cyclists.  One is struggling near the top, the other is getting off their bike and beginning to push.  Thankfully I have lots of gears and get my ass up it.  “See told you” or along those lines remarks an awaiting Jarod at the top of this monster.  I honestly don’t know how he does it with the single speed.

The rest of Lilyfield road is quite pleasant and you get some speed built up.  Then at 40kmph I noticed car doors opening ahead of me.  It’s easy to forget about these.  Sydneysiders seem to just fling car doors open without looking it seems.  On a near empty street it’s easy to forget this while it’s something that I’m all too aware of when cycling to work.  With that in mind it was to the Pyrmont bridge after which Jarod left me and headed back home.

I headed back through the city and over the harbour bridge.     The funny thing this time was the hill climbs through Kirribilli and North Sydney seemed easier this second time around.  I can’t explain it, but it felt like it was.  Maybe the earlier ones helped more than I’d realised.  So the actual route we took looked more like this:

Not a bad route and certainly one I’d ride again. 37.02km at a speed of 19.65km/h average, completed in 1 hour 53 mins 2 seconds and about 600m of total climbing.

The next objective then is to beat this time and average speed.