I will start this post off with a poem. That time of year has come once again, when the 11 cog picks up a pen, To tell the tales of the peloton, To describe exactly how the tavern sprint was won, These stories are full of truth and jest, Dont listen to the lies of all the rest, Just look here at these posts and u will see, That the 11 cog is the best there be. Todays ride to brooms had 24 starters, with a good mix of riders doing the whole 95kms or the 60km Maclean via Townsend loop. Doug mad dog white lightning Muir must have not noticed the following bunch as he sat on the front for the first 40 or so kms. This new supplement that his mate Steve Dank supplied seems to be doing a fine job at keeping the mad dog going, as he burned through partners on the front. The steady pace was helping newbies to the brooms loop; Dave Fleming and Mick Gavin, keep their confidence up. It wasnt until we hit the Redcliffe turn off that the first salvos were fired on the run in sprint. A loud clap of thunder closely followed the initial attack off the front by white lightning Muir. I slowly bridged across to his wheel and moved to the front as the pursuing protagonist latched on. We were settling into a nice pace of between 45-50km/h when all of a sudden the hirsuit legs of big Boodgie flew by at over 60 clicks. The arrival at the front of big boodge caused a cafuffle in the bunch. It was assumed that he wasnt on todays ride as he had not been seen near the front for the entire 50km journey so far. It was straight away assumed that his attack was of a fruitless and premature nature, but the big man was still powering along 30m infront of us for some time. Solid turns by Mark, Doug and myself were needed to pull him back. As we neared the 50km speed sign finish line the Fondriest and Boodges legs blew plumes of blue smoke and he spluttered to a halt. Myself and Gary Leary flew by to take maximum points. So close Boodgie. The toilet stop was a very welcome event. The guys were greeted with some awesome scenery 😜 and the view of the beach was pretty good too. Homeward bound we went with a nice tail wind for company. Mark ended up on the front with the Giant rider from Armidale. Thats not a reflection of his size, he was riding a giant brand bike and I didnt get a chance to ask him his name. 😁 The pace began to pick up to 35 plus, with Mark grinding away in the big gears as he does, and the Giant rider spinning alongside him valiantly. This went on for some kms until the huntsmen spider like legs of Aaron Bylos, who was sitting behind Mark, detached and fell off on the side of the road. On a sad note, one of Aarons legs was swiftly picked up by a dingo and was last seen being consumed by the mother and her dingo pups. Dont worry Aaron, president Ricky bobby has a set of legs that he isnt using. I am sure if u ask nicely he will give them to u. They r almost as hairy as the ones u lost today on brooms head road. As the group pulled up to a halt before rejoining Yamba road, a familiar voice rang out from the back of the peloton. The cobbler had joined on the pack. He was on his way back after a quick ride to cairns and back..... Or somewhere quite close to cairns.... Not sure but either way he was coming back from a bloody long ride. The poor man had just missed the bunch as we ventured through Townsend and had been chasing to get on for the last 10 or so kms. We did the lead along middle rd together, with the cobbler on the verge of cramping the whole way. The run to Yamba started well with most riders attached as we headed over the 40km/h mark. Big Steve came around me to take the lead, followed soon by chief wiggum, then Mark. As we neared the oyster channel bridge a freak of nature occurred. Someone famous once said that lightening never strikes twice. Well I can assure u that it bloody well does. As Mark rounded the corner white lightning Muir struck again. He flashed past with the giant rider on his tail. Big Boodgie also wanted a piece of this action and was soon grinding the big gears to get on. I eased the merida up to the Boodges back wheel and could sense that he wanted to go off premature again. I told him that a man gets to have a reputation around town if he repeatedly goes off too early. He seemed to be following my advice until the excitement got the better of him. Bang, off he shot down the road with the goal posts in sight........ The boodge seems to make a mess of himself when he goes off prematurely. As such It was unfortunate for him that the 11 cog was following closely behind. Game set and match once again. Remember to stay safe on the roads as both rider and traffic numbers begin to grow. Also wed 24th will be the annual Santa ride. This is not a full group dress up, that ride is coming up in January. But feel free to wear your Santa gear if u have any. Stay safe. Fordy.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 01:31:35 +0000
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