Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line. "
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line. "
Holy [censored] dude. Wanna be my bodyguard? That's some dedication.
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
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Wow. That's hard core! I think this Nigel quote fits here: "It's a fine line between stupid and clever."
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line. "
They say you're decended from Brit inmates, but this sounds like the work of Vikings and Huns (though all the pillaging was on your own physique.) There's something in that Ozzie water.
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line. "
They say you're decended from Brit inmates, but this sounds like the work of Vikings and Huns (though all the pillaging was on your own physique.) There's something in that Ozzie water.
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
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" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line. "
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They say you're decended from Brit inmates, but this sounds like the work of Vikings and Huns (though all the pillaging was on your own physique.) There's something in that Ozzie water.
PS: I recently (finally) saw "School of Rock" -- I need to find an image of the blackboard where that diagram of rock was chalked (snippet here http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,534945,00.html). From what little I could make out, Jack Black and I may share the same brain.
Hello, I'd written the following on a local list I'm on and thought I'd share it here. I had my first crack at solo in an 8 hour enduro and it didn't quite go to plan....
" The day started quite well, beautiful weather and all the slick production values we've come to expect from FGP events. I'd chosen to ride the fixie as the field was quite small and I didn't want the pressure of trying to be competitive. The first lap was pretty awkward as I'd forgotten how much harder the fixie is to ride with such a small gear (34:16). I did manage to avoid two Troy Bailey pile ups so that was good. The second lap was much nicer with an almost empty track and I'd found my groove over the multitude of logs and such. Those on-one forks were really pummeling my hands though as you can't relax much coming into rutted corners with only a front brake and spinning pedals. Turns out my hands weren't the only things getting pummeled. As I was exiting one of the last berms on the commonwealth games course I suddenly found myself free falling towards the sharp rocky surface. I didn't have time to roll and took the full force on my right elbow/forearm. It took all of about half a second to figure what happened when I saw half a handlebar lying next to me. I was bleeding a lot so wanted to get back ASAP. Dirt Crit rider Garth was a few minutes behind me and he insisted he help but he was now in first place with Troy not far behind so I eventually convinced him to keep going. I nearly crashed a second time riding a half handlebarred bike back to transition, I think that would've made me cry. St Johns did a great job cleaning me up but they needed to send me off to get stitched up. Big thanks to Shane from BSC for driving me to hospital, not too much of a wait and three stitches in the leg where the bar cut me and 6 stitches to the arm. People were guessing 15 stitches for the arm which it would've been if there was enough flesh left to stitch. Once I got back to the event a few people had been trying to find me a replacement handlebar to finish the race. Big thanks to Rich for lending me a set of risers. I felt pretty good so I went back to the stack site to finish that lap. Five hours and 14 minutes was pretty slow but I did have a major detour. Deciding to do another 20km lap was possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've made in quite some time as only after a few kilometres I was becoming painfully aware that the anaesthetic was wearing off and I had a lot more injuries than I originally knew about. I now know what it must feel like to operate a jackhammer with a badly bruised and sprained left hand. For the first time in an enduro I joined the queue to wait for the clock to tick down before crossing the line.
Wow! Woulda been time to kick back and watch others suffer for me.
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They say you're decended from Brit inmates, but this sounds like the work of Vikings and Huns (though all the pillaging was on your own physique.) There's something in that Ozzie water.
Tenacious D!!!!!!
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You're gonna have to give me a song to listen to.
No song, just the name, I probably should have just said Tenacious Duncan!!!!!!
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PS: I recently (finally) saw "School of Rock" -- I need to find an image of the blackboard where that diagram of rock was chalked (snippet here http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,534945,00.html). From what little I could make out, Jack Black and I may share the same brain.
Ouch.
Greg -- "What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki" - Mark E Smith
