Italy, where the real climbing began

It has been a while since my last update. I guess I’ve been having too much fun. I’m not going to say much here, I’ll try and upload some photos instead.

So we arrived at Bormio Tuesday hoping for the same sunny skies that we had in Nice.

Well, that was not going to happen. It was raining.

The Hotel that we were staying at, is where fellow Victorian cyclist Danielle Garden works as a bike guide. It was awesome to have a friendly face to pick us up from the station and spend the next 5 days with. Danielle holds most of the QOMs around these parts and is quite the climber. She had challenged me to beat Emillio, another tour guide up the climbs. I wasn’t so sure.

Our first day started in sun shine and ended in torrential rain and a 30km decent home.

Mortirolo and Gavia

Stelvio and Bormio 2000

130km Valley loop



It was going to be baptism by fire.

Mortirolo and Gavia, a 100km loop with 3000 m of elevation and a climb that averages 10% for 14km. In terms of climbing, Mortirolo was going to be the most challenging. I was looking forward to it. One of our tour guides, Elmillio, a skinny little climber, that speaks no english, had challenged me to this one. I gave him a head start (only because I needed to take some clothing layers off)., then began the climb. This was the steepest climb I’ve done. Relentless gradient, that made the legs burn every stroke. You only couldhave one speed this climb. I had no gears left and my 28 was being used to its full capacity. I came within about 50m of Emillio with 1km to go. But he heard me coming and turned the gas on. I had nothing. I didn’t catch him. He won.I completed the climb in around 1.07. Not too shabby for my first go. The 2nd climb of the day, Gavia, I did with P. Half way up, the weather turned for the worst and we had a wet 30km decent home.

Stelvio was the next challenge. Arguably the most famous of the climbs in this area, it has 30 something switchbacks, 20km but a more manageable gradient of something like 8%. The cat and mouse challenge that Emillio and I were playing was on again. This time he gave me a 30 second head start. He only caught me as we were going through the tunnels, mid way up the climb, as I was bonking. I still had 10km to go. I got on his wheel, for about 1km. Then I was not. 2/3 of the way up, the gradient flattens off. I must have had my second wind, because I caught Emillio and overtook him. Going into the last 3km I had about 500m on him. He was hunting me down. 20m from the top he overtook me and we sprinted for the line. He won, by a tyre. But yeah, he did give me a head start. I climbed in about 1.25. After the Stelvio, we dragged ourselves up Bormio 2000, just to get some extra kilometers and elevation in.

The next loop we did was just a quiet 130km ride down the Valley, and up a small climb. It was a picturesque little look, where we passed through farm land, apple orchids and small towns whilst meandering along a bike path. Again, the weather turned and we had a pretty miserable 80km in the wet. The final 1/2 was up hill. We were happy to get home.

The other side of the Gavia was next. It was about a 14km climb, at 7% or so, with some tricky 14% sections, but also some flatter sections at 2-3%. This was going to be my chance to beat Emillio. He was feeling tired, and I was feeling ok. We started off together, I quickly rode away from him. And didn’t see him until the end. We sat in the bar, waiting for the others when the weather turned again. Thank god that Danielle had driven up to meet us with our clothes for the decent, instead we got in the van and got a dry lift home. This side of the Gavia is my favorite, it had heaps more to look at, was greener and the gradient  more enjoyable.

Our last day. Danielle’s day off. She took us up the best climb so far. Cancano. We cruised up, taking photos along the way. It was definitely the best climb so far. It was not long. It was not steep. But it was beautiful. Numerous switchbacks, tunnels, a lake and even ruins of a castle or something at the top. The view looked over the switchbacks we just rode up, and Bormio in the very distance. This was only a short day like yesterday, but definitely one of my favorites so far.

I swear that I have ridden more in the wet on holiday here, than I would have in Melbourne! That is for sure.

Huge thanks to Danielle for looking after us this week. What an awesome place to ride your bike, find more information on the hotel we stayed at here.

We’re in Lake Como now, for some supposed R&R. I think we’ll find ourselves some cool places to ride, as well as cool places to relax.

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All photos taken on a GoPro Hero 3+ camera, with LCD screen and all the accessories. #vsport #gopro.

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Nice, Col Du Madone and an epic adventure

So after spending 6 days in the Pyrenees, it was time for a change in scenery. Purdie and I head off on the train, to Nice. Where we would spend some time riding and relaxing.

It was a huge shock in temperature for us. Nice was about 30 degrees! It was great!

Our first climb to conquer was Col du Madone. Made famous by the one and only Lancy pants. He said he knew he could win the Tour if he rode it in 12 minutes. Well, I certainly didn’t ride it in that time. I rode it in 16 minutes or so, in the searing heat!

Our second adventure was going to take up on a loop, which we loaded into the Garmin with the hope that it would direct us – well, we ended up lost, North of Nice, and forever climbing. Lets just say that once we ran out of food and water and were 50kms in the middle of nowhere, I started to panic a bit. The Garmin was telling fibs and lucky for Strava segment explorer – things could have got ugly.

We made it home anyway and spend the rest of the time at the beach or eating delicious  food near the beach.

Our next stop is Italy. We’re headed to Bormio – to ride the famous Gavia, Mortirolo, Stelvio and many many more.


All photos taken on my GoPro Hero 3+



The Tourmalet double (epic)

The Tourmalet Epic

The day started off poorly, one it was raining and two my cleats decided to crack it and would not let me clip in. Our departure was delayed as I conducted some roadside surgery to fix the issue while the others stood out of the rain.

We had a horrible headwind for the 24km to St Marie, a little village at the base of the climb. Mike, P and I groveled our way there. Our legs were still feeling smashed. Not surprisingly really, we have covered quite a few kilometers over the last few days.

So the Tourmalet. Many say that this is the hardest climb, as it is the highest mountain pass in the Pyrenees at 2115m. You can tackle this beast from two sides – one starting from St Marie and the other from Luz-Saint-Sauveur.

They both dish out their fair share pain.

We started our ascent from the St Marie side first.

I was going to give this side a crack and then ride easy with P on the other side. For me, similar to my attempt at Luz Ardiden a few days earlier, I’d say rather than the climb itself – that it was the the conditions broke me the most.

I started off hard – we as hard as I could with smashed legs, with the knowledge that the first 4km were relatively “easy” at an average gradient of about 4%.

Once this easy part was over, the real climbing started. I found it hard to sit in a comfortable rhythm, there was a howling headwind and the rain was not letting up. I was groveling, wondering if i’d actually make it up to the top. I just kept ticking along, forever blinking to get the salty water out of my eyes.

As I climbed higher, it got colder and the rain turned to a sleety hail. I was approaching La Mongie, a ski village about 4km from the summit. My mind was playing games with me, I considered turning around, I was cold, but I pushed on and tried to keep a solid tempo….well that was until I cracked and decided it was time to put my arm warmers on, pulled them out of my pocket only to realise they were inside out. Bugger. I tried a couple of attempts at turning them inside out whilst still keeping tempo but failed. The rain and wind was so strong that I was struggling to take one hand off the handlebars.

I decided that I had to stop.

This was going to ruin my Strava QOM attempt. But, the last thing I wanted was hypothermia! A minute later, I’d turned them inside out, awkwardly heaved them up my wet arms and was rolling again. Wow. In that time my legs has seized up and were screaming.

Only 4km to go. Thanks god.

Visibility was not that great,  I was in the hurt box. That was until a car came past me full of a family. They were supporting their dad who I had passed half way up the climb. They drove along side me yelling “allez allez” as encouragement. I was getting my second (head) wind. I had 1 km to go, they speed off, kicking their son out of the car and the boy proceeded to run along side me until I crossed the line! So cute! He was so happy for me to get over the line. One of the great things you see over here is that kids are so into cycling. On every climb you see boys and girls, 8 years old on massive bikes, climbing faster than you. Its great to see.

Anyway. I reached the summit broken and cold. Questioning whether we would actually descend and climb the opposite side, especially in those conditions. I didn’t enjoy the climb at all. Our support vehicle was at the top with our warm clothes and food. I was the first up, so had first pick of the delicious hot chocolate and banana bread that our hosts had prepared for us.

20 mins later P, Mike and I were all huddled in the car, trying to decide if we would risk the weather and go down, then back up the other side. We would make the decision once we descended, and reached the town of Luz.

We were ready to go and bumped into the one and only Jenny Macca! Such a small world!

The decent of the Luz side was breathtaking. The weather on this side was the complete opposite of the St Marie side. The sun was out and there was a crisp, blue sky. I would say that this descent rivals Col du Aubisque in terms of beauty. Because of the change in conditions, the decision was made that we would go back up. This side was slightly longer that the first, and with 100m more of elevation gain. We were still feeling smashed, so we rode together, taking it easy, taking photos and just taking it in.

I’d highly recommend climbing this side of the Tourmalet over the St Marie side. Although less popular, it is definitely the most beautiful.

We got to the top, navigating rogue sheep along the way, and descended back into the cloud on the St Marie side, starting our journey home. 24km home, with a downhill tail wind. Thank god! After 100km and two sides of the Tourmalet, I was not sure if i’d actually make it home.

We stopped off in a little town called Bangeres where we bought some cheese, ham and a baguette and proceeded to demolish our little picnic whilst sitting on a pot plant out the front of the Patisserie! That baguette was the best thing we’ve eaten all week!

Well that was the best way to end an epic week here in the Pyrenees. 123km, 3400m elevation, 6 hours in the saddle. Off to Nice next for some sun, and then to Bormio in Italy for some more climbing action.
Can’t wait!

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Picturesque Col du Soulor and Col d’Abisque

Today was BY FAR, the best day we have had so far. The view from the Col du Soulor, coupled with the descent and climb to Col d’Aubisque was just magical. The prettiest, most spectacular view I have ever seen. No photo or video could ever do it justice. We had the most perfect weather. Compared to the miserable last few days, todays blue skies were welcomed.

So our day was going to go like this: ride to Argeles-Gazost, then from there start the 20km climb to the top of the Soulor. From the top of the Soulor, we climb 9km to the Aubisque. We then would descend, then navigate our way to Col de Boreres – a short and sharp 4km pinch. There we would make our way home, via Lourdes and the holy water.

The group all rode to Argeles together, then Mike, P and I would head off on another adventure ourselves. Epic it was in the end.

The Soulor climb was tough 20km, 1/2 of it is a mild gradient, the other 1/2 ranges from 6-14%. It hurts. I wanted to do a quick time, so went from the gun. About 12km in, I encountered a tractor. I wanted to pass it, but the old guy driving turned around to me and said something to me in French and pointed at the back. I think he meant “get on”, so I rode up behind the tractor and sat it its slip stream, trying to get a draft. I lasted about 600m of him cheering me on before I blew off the back and he kept tootling on into the distance – waving as he got further away. LOL. I kept grinding away.

That was until I passed a old guy carrying a backpack with about 4km to go. He said to me in French “competition, competition, competition” (imagine a french accent). So the race was on, we started swapping turns, until the sprint finish at the top. Hilarious, because at the end he asked me – I think – how old I was. I said 2 – 6, he said 6 – 2. What an absolute legend. Thats one thing about cycling, everyone is on the same page. We appreciate the effort that goes into riding bikes, especially up HC climbs.

We made our way down the most picturesque decent that I have ever seen. It was a track, on the ledge of a mountain, with endless views, cows on the side of the road, tunnels to pass through. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road, I just wanted to look around! The climb to the Aubisque was tame, P and I ticked up leisurely, enjoying the view. We soaked in the view and the novelty TDF giant bikes at the top and made our way back down the mountain.

We headed home via Boreres, and descended a fast and open loop that took us back to Argeles for lunch. By this time, we were starving. We smashed a pizza each and got on our bikes to head home via Lourdes, to see the Grotto and the holy water. If you want to read about it here , it is actually quite depressing. People that know me, know that I hate crowds. So we got out of Lourdes pretty quick.

By the time we got back, we were smashed crabs, dehydrated, sun burned and exhausted. Let’s just say that the much welcomed blue skies took their tolls.

We ended up doing 6hrs, 2800m vert over 130km, we did not get lost, we got some sun, saw some views and had the best day out on the bike.

Where is the food!

You can check my Strava file out here. You can follow me on Instagram @lowercasev. All photos taken on GoPro Hero 3+ black edition. #gopro #vsport




Wah wah wah winter. The holiday countdown has begun…

I’ve been going a bit crazy of late, my bike mojo is waning, I’ve got the winter blues. End of financial year madness at work is stressing me out and this weather, i.e. rain/wind is giving me the royal shits.

Lucky for me though, I’ve got heaps to look forward to! I’m about to head off for three weeks cycling in France and Italy with Purdie. I’ve been waiting all year for it.

I’m looking forward to riding  in 30+ degree weather, not wearing gloves, jackets, shoe covers.

I’m looking forward to pro hours, pro kilometers and pro recovery – i.e. baguettes, poolside.

I’m looking forward to delicious food, cheese, cheese and wine.

I’m looking forward also to some Strava Challenges too… Rapha Rising and Women’s 100. These have added extra excitement to my trip!

Rapha Rising. This is something that ordinarily, I’d struggle to complete at home in Melbourne. But when my home is the Pyrenees for 7 days… this should be a breeze.  The Rapha Rising Challenge gives you 9 days, from the 19th to 27th July to climb an altitude of 8,800m. Consider this challenge done.

This is what I’m planning for the Pyrenees, thanks to The Cycling Life…10,000m of climbing in 6 days…. yes please AND we will get to ride to the top of the Hautacam to watch Stage 18 of Tour! This is what we’re planning:

Sunday 20th – Women’s 100. Route yet to be determined, but likely Bagnères de Bigorre including the Col du Lingous and Croix Blanche.
Total – 100km /1800m climbing

Monday 21st – Col d’ Aspin and La Hourquette d’Ancizan
Total –108km/2268 climbing

Tuesday 22nd – Col de Soulor and Col d’Aubisque
Total – 101k/1821m climbing

Wednesday 23rd – Col du Tourmalet (both sides…maybe)
Total 100km+/ 1961m+ climbing

Thursday 24th – The day that we climb the Hautacam and witness the finish of Stage 18 of the Tour de France
Total – 75km/1480m climbing

Friday 25th – Luz Ardiden
Total –  112k/1752 climbing

Saturday 26th – Sleep in

You can see my full itinerary here.


Women’s 100. Thousands of women around the world will ride 100km on the 20th of July. Take the Strava challenge here to earn your woven badge.

There are four women with me on the Cycling Life Tour – Purdie, Trace and Kristina. We will be taking this challenge head on, we will ride 100 jet lagged kilometers together, uniting in the spirit and support of Women’s Cycling. There will be many #foreverbuttphotos #womens100 hash tags, bananas consumed, laughs to be had. I can’t wait!

I encourage you all to do so as well. You can join the Melbourne Women’s 100 in Kyneton by registering on the Facebook event page here. Or just get on your bike, and ride 100 km on July 20th.


Following the Pyrenees adventure, Purdie and I are heading off on our own adventure. Strava challenges aside, this will be where our adventure will begin. The adventure –  lugging our bike bags across France, stopping off at Nice, then ending up at Bormio – Italy. Here, in Bormio we will ride the iconic climbs of the Dolomites, including the Stelvio, Passo del Mortirolo and Foscagno among others (and guided by fellow Melbournian Danielle Garden).

6 days later we will again pack our bike bags up and travel to Lake Como, for some real R&R (haha sure) before heading back to everything winter in Melbourne has to offer. I hope my body forgives me. Going from winter – summer – winter. Lets see what happens.

My holiday can’t come quick enough, 20 days and counting. 20 days of wind, rain and work left. Tomorrow it will be 19 days. I’m so excited! Can you tell?





Finding that motivation, rain, hail or shine

Yesterday was the first time since I sold my car, where I really wished I hadn’t.

It was raining, and I mean bucketing down. I had to get to work, trains and trams are not so convenient, so on the bike I got. As I pedalled, dripping wet, I really started to resent the fact that I had to ride my bike… I was feeling daunted by the weather to come, this was only the start… winter that is. Sigh. The worst is yet to come.

My motivation for riding my bike always seems to wain this time of year, when the darkness sets in and the temperature starts to drop. This is the time of year when I find it increasingly hard to get myself out of bed in the morning and find that motivation to get on my bike and ride it. Don’t get me wrong. I love riding my bike. I once did this:


But still, there is something about this time of year that gets to me. There is a brief adjustment period. Though my motivation starts to wain at this time of year, it is a good time for me to revisit my goals. So why do I get up to train in the morning? The underlining motivation is my love for riding my bike. Bike riding keeps me fit, happy and if nothing else, sane. Often it is the 45 minutes I spend commuting to work in the morning that is almost the most enjoyable part of my day, an opportunity to clear my mind, experience some endorphins and get my daily vitamin D. My bike is also my primary mode of transport, I need it to get from a to b. My competitive streak keeps me focused with many bike related goals to achieve. Then there is the social aspect that cycling provides, many friends to ride with, places to go, breakfast spots to eat at. I really do have hundreds of reasons to be motivated, to get out of bed in the morning, to ride rain, hail or shine, and to just get on my bike and ride it.


My training will shift from focusing on summer crits, to winter kilometres, hills and tts, and I will remind myself that despite the cold, wet and dreary conditions, I love riding my bike and everything that it provides me. The cold can be relieved, the wet can be prepared for. Now it is time to rug up, put on those merino socks, rub that embro on the legs and get on my bike and ride it!

October Obsessions

Here are my obsessions from October.

1. Climbing Mountains. Not that fun sometimes, but the view and endorphins are worth it.


2. Riding along the beach, in the sun. Just divine.


3. Presents from friends. I’m very spoiled. I get pink things brought back from around the world. #pinkismycolour.


4. Cycling Victoria Women’s Development Team (mates). We raced NRS togher this year, rode up and down mountains togther. But that is all. Finito for 2013. It was fun!


5. Polka dots. Aren’t they cute!


6. Speedplay pedals. They are great, though, note to self. Oil more frequently or you will break a spring, then ride one legged all the way home!


7. Ryvita’s. I used to obsess over 9 Grains. These are way better – super crunchy!


8. New Cons. I’ve always wanted a pair of white Cons. Finally did it.


9. Sunscreen. I sweat like a mofo, and off comes the sunscreen. MUSt reapply!


10. These sexy ladies. Park vibes. Can’t wait for summer to hurry along.


Avoid the rain, ride in the snow… a slow and snowy ascent of Mt Buffalo

I had borrowed a pair of demo race wheels, Roval CLX40’s from Total Rush, and was headed home to Eldorado for the weekend, excited to see what the wheels could do. The plan was to ride the Sam Miranda NRS courses over the weekend, but with the torrential rain and the Strade Nero more in a state more suited to a cyclocross bike, the plan was scrapped. I did not want to ruin the demo wheels by climbing the Strade Nero in 30cm of mud!

With the original plan scrapped, a less muddy alternative was sought. I have a tradition of climbing Mt Buffalo every time I head home, so this was going to be Plan B. The only problem, it was a bloody  miserable day, still raining, like it had done all night… who likes riding in the rain? No one! Well, really I have no excuses, I have all the gear to ride in the rain, so rain or no rain, we could do it, we could take on plan B and climb Mt Buffalo instead of the Strade Nero.

A quick check of the weather report for Mt Buffalo…snow… Hmmm…. was this going to be a good idea? I went to my wardrobe and got out my ski gloves, socks, and goggles, this was going to be an adventure. This is one of the many reasons why I ride my bike. I like to push and challenge myself and chase the adventure! So I packed the bikes, ski gear and my friend in the car, and we set off, into the rain to ride our bikes up Mt Buffalo.

We sat in the car at the bottom of the climb staring out the windows, it was still raining, probably heavier than before. Procrastination. We eventually mustered up the courage to get out of the car and quickly put every piece of cycling clothing we own on. Including the ski socks and goggles… Lets just say today was not going to be a day for PB’s, despite the fact I was rocking a pretty fast set of Roval’s!

Mt Buffalo climb starts at the toll gates, and takes you up 1,014m, over 18km of about 5% gradient (see the Climbing Cyclist’s guide here). It is a steady, yet challenging climb. Very picturesque scenery and probably the best climb in North East Victoria because of it. I never get tired of This climb…Hence why I’ve done it about one million times (not literally, more like 10).

So layered up in clothing like the Michelin Man, we began climbing with the far out hope that the rain would subside. After a while, we did not think about the rain at all. We just chatted away, soaking up the atmosphere, all the while I was whining that I needed a few more gears. (I’ve recently gone from a 50 BCR to a 52 BCR. Compact to mid-compact) My little legs were feeling the burn. Good burn.

 To our surprise, half way up the climb it did stop raining!


It started snowing instead. The wind picked up too and snow flakes were floating through the air just like in the movies. It was absolutely spectacular. The thought crossed our minds, that maybe we should turn back? Nah, this was to exhilarating!


We were more than half way up.  We were feeling relatively good, despite our hands and feet were feeling a little frost bitten (toes might have fallen off) and our gloves a little damp…at least the snow meant it was not raining anymore! There was no way we would turn around now, we were way too close. 


Naturally as we climbed higher, the snow on the road got thicker. I tell you now that that I’m happy that there were cars driving up the mountain with chains on. They would cut tracks in the snow on the road that we could ride in. The tyres that were fitted to the demo wheels were, lets just say, slick and probably not the best for snow conditions. But they did the job fine!


So we made it to the top, to a white wonderland and a chilly -1.6 degrees, but frozen smiles from ear to ear.  We made it, not do it in record time, but we enjoyed the scenery and enjoyed the company. 

Climbing Mt Buffalo into the snow has been one of the most rewarding cycling experiences of my life. The challenge of the climb in the snow, the adrenaline, and coupled with the beauty of the terrain was absolutely magical. Often in life we doubt our ability to do things, we often put challenging things off or just avoid them all together. This could have been one of those things that was put off. That miserable morning we could have very easily stayed at home, listening to the rain on the roof, sitting by the fire, or have been snuggled up in bed.  But instead, we dragged ourself out into the rain, and climbed a mountain, in the snow. We pushed ourselves, challenged ourselves and had an adventure of a lifetime. It is definitely something that I will do again. The ski socks were a life saver, I did not even use embro, shock horror!





Get on your bike and ride it, push yourself, chase the adventure, ride in the rain, the snow and with your friends.


Here is are some of my thoughts on the Roval CLX40’s…

I’m no expert on wheels, but I thought I’d share my thoughts on the demo wheels I borrowed over the weekend.


Though no PB’s were achieved this time up Buffalo, the Roval’s were absolutely fantastic to ride! I’m sure that if there was no snow, I would have been able to give my PB a red hot crack because the wheels felt great during the climb, so light and smooth and bloody fast.  Even though they are only >200g lighter than my Roval Fusee’s they are much more aero, cutting through the wind and gliding over the road surface easily. The wheels handled extremely well when cornering, felt stiff and controlled, even at speed. They felt great under wheel when peddling out of the saddle too. The biggest difference I notices was the smoothness when climing, I felt like I glided up that mountain… even in the snow!

The next day I took them out on the flat to give them a bash, to see what they really could do. I was amazed at how smooth they felt on the country roads compared to my Fusee’s – they rolled like the wind, in fact they glided through the wind, making a satisfying mean  noise… I think I’m addicted to the sound. I definitely noticed a difference when accelerating compared to my Fusee’s. I was able to accelerate up to speed quickly and smoothly. They cut straight through the wind… I suspect that they will be great for racing crits!

Not only do I think that these wheels are fast, but they make my bike look fast too. Looks. That’s all that matters right? So, I’m thinking that I will need to find myself a set in time for Tour of Bright at the end of the year… and for the summer crit season!

Hmmm, I better get a part time job…or sell a kidney…?

Roval Rapide CLX 40

Full Carbon
Aero Clincher
Moulded Carbon Rims
Sealed Cartridge Hubs
DT Revolution Spokes
Hand built
CLX40 – 1,425g
Limited Lifetime Warranty
Ceramic bearings

You too can demo a set from Total Rush, click here for more info.


Strava segment can be found here
You can follow me on Instagram and Twitter @lowercasev

No Garmin, Euro style and the fun of getting dropped

Rule 2. of the Official Rules of the Euro Cyclist (here) says:

“Training shall be based solely on feel, while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct: that is to say, “soul.” The Euro Cyclist will never accept tried or tested scientific training methods.”

There’s something refreshing about just getting on your bike and riding it. No speedo, no cadence, no distance, no heart rate, no nothing. So Euro, right?

I mean, that’s how it used to be done. Before a race, you’d pull on your woollen jersey, fill your bidon with champagne, rub some embro on your legs, have a cigarette, and then ride your bike, really fast.

Idea is romantic right, back to basics. My only real experience was at Northern Combine race this weekend and it was not fun.

So there I was, lined up on the start line with my new Cycling Victoria Women’s Development Squad and a bunch of c grade men, ready to race…with no Garmin. How retro was I… But…What was the hell was I going to do? Get over myself that’s what. Just bloody get on your bike and ride it.

So I did. The race started.

Next thing I knew, the hammer was dropped and so was I.

I expected more from myself. I expected to at least hang on, at the back… But I didn’t. The bunch surged and my body said no. My brain said, don’t give up.

I don’t even know how far into the race I was before I was dropped. But, it was not very far in.

1. I got dropped and 2. I had no idea if I was riding fast or slow.

As I rode by myself and wondered how fast I was going, how far have I gone, I kept looking down at my empty Garmin mount. Nothing. All I could do was keep peddling. I kept telling myself don’t give up. I was well within my right to chuck a tanty and pull the pin on the race, most people would. My pride didn’t allow it.

I had placed so much expectation on myself, I was there for the first time, racing with my new team. And I had failed… As I rode, I constantly told my brain and legs to pedal faster. I found some motivation every lap passing a friend who was a corner marshall and having the new team managers in the support cars (one of which serenaded me for the final 5km) offering wise words. But, it was still freaking hard and I was freaking out. I smiled as I thought of rule no. 46 of the Euro Cyclist –

“When asked “how are you?” while riding the Euro Cyclist must proceed with one of the following…
i. Complain about coming off a sickness
ii. Explain that one is peaking for bigger races later in the season
iii. Mention that this is a “recovery ride”
iv. Explain that one is at the tail end of one’s daily six (6) hour training ride”

Ha. Excuses , excuses…

i. I was coming off a bad flu, ii. yep, i’m peaking for bigger races in the season, iii. I wish this was a recovery ride, iv. Oh god, what if this race was going to take 6 hrs to complete!?

As fun as riding “Euro” style seems (read the rules they are hilarious), it is hard, and lonely, and not really that fun. I did not realise what a distraction the Garmin provides. You can focus on your Garmin, forget about your legs, and your brain.

As a true Euro cyclist would…I finished that race. All 90kms of it. I came dead last. I laughed as I crossed the non existent finish line (it was packed up when I crossed it) and thought to myself, how the hell did I do that?

I didn’t feel very Euro after that race. I felt deflated. Defeated. But, I was determined. I could have used a bidon off champagne though…My new teammates were very supportive. They rode fantastic races themselves. One of which came an admirable 2nd.

So, I’m not a Euro Cyclist – I need my “tried or tested scientific training methods” (Garmin) and the perceived security blanket provides. Racing guided by “sensations and instinct” is a nice theory, but very hard mentally and physically.

I did learn from that race. I did finish.

It was a test of mysoul“, and I think I passed.


Get on your bike and ride it, by yourself, for 90kms and tell your brain to shut up. You don’t need gadgets to ride your bike, you just need to ride one.

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Regarding my grading in c grade men. I was entered as part of the women’s development squad, so had no choice in the matter. Our entry was meant to be about learning, which we did. Most of the squad hung on to the men, one came 2nd. I had a bad day/race.

If the marshals had to wait for me to finish. I apologise for any inconvenience caused. I started the race, so I was going to finish the race.

I too will be a volunteer at some stage, and I will wait for any stragglers. No complaints.

Meet The Watermelon – Elan Triathlon Bicycle

I came across this steel frame Triathlon bike on eBay in December 2011. I had to have it. $400 later, it was couriered to me from Adelaide, its alleged birth place.
“Elan was Pulteney Street Cycles [Adelaide] own brand from around 1986 until around 1993, when they ceased trading in South Australia….The Abeni, Europa, & Elan, were quality lightweight steel racing frames built in-house in Australia, by Abeni” (taken from:

The Watermelon came to me in pristine condition. She was purchased by her precious owner in the 90’s and only raced a few triathlons before being shelved once babies were born. I have not raced a triathlon, and probably never will, so this Australian made beauty will live out the rest of her days being ridden around and about town and will eloquently serve its purpose as a bloody awesome specimen of a bicycle.

the watermelon