Here's a link to the route we took, courtesy of Lachlan's Garmin 500 Edge which I borrowed.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/235977888
Peter was usually the first up the hills, while I was usually the first down them. Check out the max speed.
Garlands, celebratory kisses and much back slapping as we returned home.
That happens in the movies. We rock up to an empty house the is locked up tight. Thank the Lord that Peter is a good western suburbs boy and knows the value of having a beer fridge in the garage.
He gave me one for my 50th (last year) and so we are able to make the most of a bad turn of events.
A mix of carbohydrates gels, empty tummy and full strength beer has taken effect on Mr Rouse.
Managed to get upto 15 kph along Beaconsfield Parade.
Worst conditions Peters ever experienced. That is going back a long way as he is much older than me.
Might be home by 4:00. Hope the girls have the banner out for us!
Reached the Dig Tree but the base camp had moved on. Peter has gone to look for water. The Sandy pub has some rock n roll show on and probably has cold beers. We know this is just a bitter illusion.
Boy howdy! The descent ofrom Oliver's Hill is always good fun. Makes up for the 12kph I had to endure in getting up it.
Had a couple of spots of rain around Mornington. Thought "Uh oh."
Pete is out of the shop so we'll be going soon.
Looking forward to some wind assistance to get us over The Briars. Turning into jelly babies.
Best effort over The Briars ever.
Strong head wind into Dromana. Made good use of Peter's natural attributes (read:fat arse).
Pit stop (if you get my drift) and a chance to do this.
Jumped on the back of the Mercedes Benz peloton and cruised here.
The next bit will be less fun as the wind has picked up.
Three days out, I've still got to:
· lose 10kgs
· stay positive
· get Lachlan to return my front light
· get another spare tube
· hit staff/friends for a donation
· make sure this blog app works away from home.
At least the blog works.
Brrr. It was a bit chilly this morning at 5:30.
And it was a bit of a chore getting down to Patterson River as Pete and I were cycling into a southerly breeze.
We had a couple of guys join us, which made the going easier (for me) for those not out in front.
One of the blokes didn't have a helmet on. Akin to having three arms. Unheard of and not much use.