Monday, November 9, 2015

2015 Camelbak Highland Fling


2015 Camelback Highland Fling

I’ve had a really decent run of bike traveling experience of late. 2 weekends ago I jumped on a plane and went up to Sydney for the weekend to hang out with family. Of course, being prime race season, I took my bike and hooked up with Anthony Shippard and Guy Frail to do both the Coluzzi bunches offered on Saturday and Sunday. One good thing about traveling with the bike is that there is always a bunch ride on in any city that you visit. I also got the opportunity to ride across the Sydney Harbour Bridge on the road…”meet us on the city side of the bridge” Ships said…so I rode in that general direction. The flash of the e-Tag being the main indicator that I probably should not have been on the road! But, I did manage to get the fastest Strava segment across there for the day ;)
The following weekend it was back aboard the metal bird to Brisvegas for the Bayview Blast XCM. This was such a great event and I am really glad that I went to it. It was way more humid than Bangkok ever was and it was also hot. Damn hot. But, that is one the things that attracts me to bike racing. You are constantly testing yourself against the track, the elements, the weather as well as the other competitors….it’s never the same and that is the beauty of it. Highlights of that trip include catching up with family, hanging out with friends and eating a huge amount of Thai and Japanese food. The bike racing thing went pretty well also. With a few issues had on the day, I still managed to get through and post a 4th place position and claim 4th in the National XCM Series.


I thoroughly enjoyed the Bayview Blast trails - epic all day singletrack


So, getting to the point of the post, the Highland Fling is the last round of the Maverick XCM Series – which is a best 3 of 4 rounds series. This started way back in March with the Capital Punishment in Canberra (4th place) and took me to The Giant Odyssey in Forrest, Victoria (10th place) and the Flight Centre Epic in Queensland (4th place). Again, one of the best things about the bike racing is enjoying the entire journey that it takes you on. When you think about it, the actual racing is less than 5 hours over the course of a few days over a weekend. It is therefore, imperative to try and enjoy everything else that is going on in the town that you are in or are traveling through.

On Friday I was fortunate to be interviewed by Caitlyn from Win News about the showdown expected at the Highland Fling

I’ve done the Fling 5 times now with a myriad of results along the lines of 7th, 8th, 9th 11th – it is hard. Does it suit me? I don’t know for sure. I always feel like I struggle here. The pace is intensely fast. The hills endless, the singletrack requires immense focus, it is either boiling hot, or cold and wet. But with a bit of experience in how the Fling is raced I know a few things….the start is fast. It doesn’t matter who turns up but the first hour is mental. You need lots of food on the bike to restock what energy you do use to propel the bike forward. And you need to know a few landmarks around the traps.
MC Chops (James Lamb) asked a few tough questions about the Maverick Series Algorithm just before the start. I had the answers...

The morning started off being pretty cold. This is great for marathon racing. You can push as hard as you want as you are not going to overheat. When racing was underway, the start was mellow, until the 2nd corner when someone ramped it and strung it all out. Then it went back to mellow. Then it went full on for a bit….this pretty much continued for about 30 minutes! And no doubt kept going like that all the way to the first transition. I pulled the parachute out after about 30 minutes and rode with Matt Rizutto until the end of the 1st stage before the neutral section. Anthony Shippard,  Kyle Ward, Dylan Cooper and Andy Blair were driving it full gas. There were some definite team tactics in play as well as some not so obvious ones that may have been only known about through Facebook Messenger! LOL ;)

Matt and I were rolling up past a paddock of cows that were a little agitated by all of the people in activewear riding past them on bicycles. Like most crowds there is always one….and that cow smashed through the barb wired fence as Matt and I came to a screeching halt as another 30 followed suit. Then the rest of the herd ran up the fence for 30 metres and proceeded to break through another part of the fence to roam free with their bovine friends. This afforded Matt and I a slight recovery session of about 45 seconds. We had a good laugh and kept pressing on.

The Highland Fling has 2 untimed sections 30 and 80km approximately - give or take. 5 minutes to cross the train tracks --- if you need more details check their website! I won’t go into too much detail.

 Anyway, at this stage we were 2 and half minutes down on Kyle Ward Brother #1 ™ so I grabbed some fluids and a some gels and got the hell out of Wingello. I leapfrogged a few age group trains getting dragged along the hauling ass fireroad nicely before spearing off into the singletrack. Through Wingello there is a pine forest that has some pretty awesome singeltrack. You are a little baked from racing so hard, but it is still a bit of a treat. The standout section for me is a freaking awesome section that descends forever through a series of monster berms until you are in an oasis of ferns crossing a rocky creek flowing gently. It is incredible and it then gently climbs switchbacking © its way out of there. It would be really good to go back there and play when the body and mind were fresh!

At this stage I was probably 40km in to the race. I had no idea where anyone was as they were either up the road or behind me. All I can keep doing is moving forward. The first contact I got was from Cam Ivory who had suffered a flat tyre about 10km in. He was on a mission to get back up the front and motored past me. At the 50km mark I rode past Tristan Ward who was in a dark place, lights totally out, creeping. I yelled a full on redneck YIEEEEEEW for his appreciation as I went past.  At 65km I saw Ed Bissaker’s colours and it took 5 km to get onto his wheel but it came at a very fortuitous location – at the 70km section which is the long open section of farm road into Wingello. This is where we found Seb Jayne, XC whippet creeping along. I gave him a cheery hello….I may have actually yelled out “What’s up dawg” in my best Xibit impersonation as we motored past him! Sorrynotsorry Seb! But you did get 10km extra from where I caught you last year! Thank God I don’t race XC against you!
Anthony Shippard and I doing the standard #bluesteel prior to the start


We hauled ass along and just before we turned into the final transition timing section we saw Cam Ivory. The good thing about the transition is that you can get more food and drink and then regroup. We were fortunate to get a group of 4 together, Cam, Ed, myself and a Sydney XC team dude. We motored along the wide rolling turns with the flick of an elbow to keep each other company and keep the pace high progressing through this last section.

This last section is pretty full on. For starters it is 30km….and that is with 80km of some pretty hard racing in your legs. It has a real mixture of terrain. Fast fireroad sections, long slogs up hill, techy singletrack and this year….mud so thick it would make a euro cyclocrosser lick their lips in anticipation.

At about the 85km mark, Cam did a turn on the front that broke Ed and he had to pull the ripcord and back it off. Cam was starting to pay for the post flat tyre fix chase on and about 2 minutes later backed it off. I asked if he was ok, and he replied that there was not enough training in the legs. After winning the Bundanoon Dash the day before, and chasing back on for 70km, I think that he was probably just cooked a little. I rode off in search of the last sections and anyone else I could find.

Getting through to the last bit of the singletrack around the base of the Brokeback Mountain region was a significant milestone. You are about 10km from home here…but it seems to take forever. But you know the landmarks, and you keep ticking them off as you get through them. I jumped on Ben May’s wheel through the fast straight line singletrack prior to the huge creek crossing before the hill which featured a choirgirl set at the top!

The next bit of singletrack is quite technical and takes a lot of focus to ride through when you have 95km of racing in you. So you actually have to concentrate pretty hard through here! I spied Anthony Shippard off in the distance and it took a while to catch him. When I went past him I asked him if the tactics had worked out for Ward Bro ™ #1. He said that he hoped so. As I rounded it in past the farm, I had a kilometre to go and found Kyle creeping. A mechanical had thwarted his hopes of victory and we had a good discussion about it all as we rolled the last 900 metres crossing the line after a pretty tough day out on the trails.

That feeling you have when you have crossed the line and are glad that you have your bike to hold you up!


With the Fling, you don’t really know where you really ended up. I crossed the line in 6th place, but the retrospective calculations taking into account the untimed sections need to be sorted. After a 30 minute wait I did find out that I had crossed for 6th place. Now there was also the small fact of the Maverick Series placings as well. The math had been done in the last week with the myriad of possible scenarios that could have played out. The series gives points based on placing and time based off of the 1st rider home. So, I used caution and calculated conservatively where the placings would end up. With the placings on the day, I ended up 3rd in that series with a 4th, 4th and a 6th giving me the consistent points for the series overall.
Results always tell a story in themselves


Ok now some stats:

Distance – not 100% sure. There is some variation in how the GPS calculations are done on everyone’s hardware, but we’ll go with 105-110km

Time: 4:49:03

Climbing: 2000m

Average Heart rate: 166bpm

Maximum Heart Rate: 182bpm

Pro4mance Gels: 12

Sukkie Electrolyte: 5 litres

Tyres: rear – Rubena\Mitas Scylla with Textra sidewall. I went with this one and I am glad that I did. It allowed me to ride a bit ‘looser’ at the end when I was fatigued knowing that the sidewall was

bulletproof against the rocks. I had a Zefyros on the front as I like the ‘turn in’ it gives the bike as well as the straight line speed and lightness .

Recovery Cheeseburgers: 6

Recovery lemonades: 3

Pre Race feed: Thai Green Curry Chicken with spring rolls, curry puffs and money bags

Other ‘recovery food’ consumed – post race event hamburger, Belgian waffle with ice cream, spring rolls, fried rice, Mongolian beef--- Pretty much the reason I ride bikes is so that I can eat ;)

If in doubt, blast it out 
#thumbsup

The best thing about the Highland Fling is the atmosphere. You could also tell that more than a few people were a little more chilled after this race. The fact that it is the annual XCM season closer means that people could afford to simply chill out and enjoy the atmosphere in the event village, talk some crap about the day’s events, and soak in the sun that popped out for about 5 minutes!

So what is next? Not sure…I’m just going to keep on enjoying riding my bike!


It's all about the bike...good to see the backend of the season done and dusted!


Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Flight Centre Epic - 2015


I think that I have written this before, but it is a pretty big call for me to claim anything as ‘Epic’. Most riding that I do is quite controlled, almost boring if you will and usually follows a set playlist so that things don’t get out of hand, escalate or end in drama. Yep, that’s how I roll – it is exciting on the inside obviously!

Having done the Flight centre Epic three times now, I can guarantee you 100% that your day out will be epic in some way. The first year that I did it there was a heat wave going on and it was 37 degrees on the day of the race. I drank a lot of tepid electrolyte drink that year and rolled over the line for 6th place. Last year, there was a freak thunderstorm the morning of the race. At the first hill everyone was off and walking with the bike clogged up with sticky clay. It was almost like riding and racing in slow motion for the first 2 and a half hours until we hit the firmer trails in the second section. Pulling off a monumental ‘Bradbury’ I crossed the line with the fastest average speed and nabbed a freaking massive win. #goodtimes












Race day photo before I got all sweaty and dusty
This year I rocked up having had a bit of time off the bike after the Redback Stage Race in Alice Springs. I hadn’t exactly planned it that way as I managed to pick up a nasty viral infection that allowed me to not ride the bike for 2 weeks. Because it was from my chest to my ears there was no point trying to even push it. The only thing I could do was rest and do nothing. Yep, cyclists that train lots definitely like not riding that is for sure! I ventured out for a handful of rides in the week leading up to the Epic. Endurance was still good, but the top end was a little shaky…roll the dice time!
Upon landing in Queensland you are hit with humidity. It is not as strong as when you land in say, somewhere like Bangkok, but it’s all relative. Canberra is a very dry place….take that to mean what you will. The Brisbane road network absolutely rocks and in 45 minutes I was checked into the best Western in Ipswich enjoying the sound of 351s and rotary engines being tested at the lights outside the motel room. Such a bogan paradise. My mum was born there and I spent a fair bit of time visiting my grandma there back in the day so my assessment is well founded.

I took a quick drive out to the track and rode the 20km course with Peta Stewart. Now, I had some course knowledge from years gone past and it was no accident that I let her go in front at certain points so that I didn’t get swooped by the psychotic magpies that live up there! Those magpies would be in for a very long weekend that is for sure!

I'm a plover, not a fighter - Angry birds everywhere in Queensland

The course was dry, dusty and rolling fast. Absolutely perfect! I mucked around dialling in my tyre pressure and also trying to get my body to loosen up after transit day. You always feel very ordinary after travelling to a race. There is nothing you can do except just get on the bike and then stretch lots. I went with 27.5 by the way. There were a few rocks out there…

Taking the F-Si out for a spin on Friday 

Saturday night I had dinner with Anthony Shippard, Guy Frail, Peta and Guy’s old man. We went to an Italian place called Tomato Brothers, which to Guy’s keen eye looked a lot like a Mexican establishment. After visiting #bosstown and going to dinner with Ships at a real life authentic Mexican restaurant Guy had become an expert on these things! We didn’t have a booking, but because Shippard had made a joke with the waitress the night before, he just gave her the wink and she sorted us a table. Remember people. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. That we happened to be seated in the hottest part of the restaurant was not lost on any of us. It was like a sauna. I did not consume any Thai green curry chicken at this establishment. It was after all, Italo\Mexican….so I had risotto. Rice, rice baby FTW!

The drive home was spent testing the limits of the grip that the back tyres of Shippard’s hire car could sustain when taking off at the lights. When in Ipswich….

Race day – once race day comes you are just on autopilot. There is a routine, it is just executed and you head to the start line and hang out. Today I did something that I don’t normally do. I raced with my heart rate monitor strap. It wasn’t to ride by HR, because like power meters, unless you are following the wheel in front or taking control and riding on the front the number is going to be largely irrelevant with the excitement and arousal experienced on race day. That is my opinion for racing XCM anyway – no right or wrong way, just how I view it. No, it was mainly so that I could see later on how ‘underdone’ I was with regard to top end.


Getting random stuff sorted on the morning of the race #foreverbuttphotos

Some races start fast, some start mellow. This one is on the mellow side of things. It is not quite chugging but it is all on undulating fireroads and it is quite civilised. I had a quick look down at my computer – heart rate is already in the 160s! Damn, it should be in the 140s for this sort of pace! Ok, I am just buzzing like I have had 3 double espressos in quick succession. Luckily though, I am not under any more undue pressure than I normally am for this sort of mellowness.  It is just a ‘high HR’ sort of day – so I let it go and don’t let it concern me for the rest of the race.

When you see a camera, the trick is to make it look like you are riding effortlessly
Luckily the magpie didn’t attack the group as we started the base of the climb. At this stage it was Andy Blair, Mark Tupalski, Shaun Lewis, Ethan Kelly, myself, Shippard, Guy Frail, Chris Firman, and  maybe a few others together. By the time we spilled out onto the first bit of bitumen after the first long descent the group was fragmented than two. By the time we hit the long bit of bitumen it was into 3. Up front were Blair, Tupac and Lewis. 2nd on the road were Frail, and Firman. Next up Shippard, myself, Kelly and another local dude were swapping off at 40km/hr with group 2 in sight.

Sedgman - Remember that surname - these kids are absolute pinners!

As we turned right onto the dirt we were at the base of the climb. This is such a selector climb. Ethan was having trouble with a leaking rear tyre and had to stop and gas it twice before having to ultimately pop a tube in it. I just tapped up this one. And by tapped, I mean grovelled whilst chewing the stem admiring the 25% gradients on offer.  At the top of the hill the quick headcount showed that I was in 8th place. But you can’t see anyone because of all of the foliage around. They may only be 30seconds up the road but they were out of sight.

The ridgeline trails are quite energy sapping and require a lot of power to keep things going. Pretty much the only traffic they get year round is by cows and four wheel drives. I was looking forward to hitting the singletrack at the 40km mark. When I did, it was a relief as this stuff is quite awesome. It is dry, dusty and encourages a little bit of drift and precise use of the brakes.  I caught up to Shippard at one point and we rode together until the grassy paddock. I sat on his wheel until we hit the flat section then I went to the front….before realising what he had just done….whack! The psycho magpie had dive bombed me and smacked my helmet super hard. “Look out he’s coming for another run!” Shippard yelled, not trying all that hard to stifle a laugh. I refused to take my hands off the bars and wave the magpie off (just in case there was an ESI photographer in the bushes somewhere) and just sucked it up for 30 seconds.

In a shade over 2 hours 15 minutes I rolled through the 1st lap timing mat and was now in 6th place. After grabbing some fresh cold drinks and pouring icy cold water over my head I took off for the 37km back loop. This bit of the course is absolutely brilliant. Just about all singletrack and definitely rewards someone who can ride singletrack efficiently.  About 5 minutes into the singletrack I encountered Guy Frail. I said “What’s up dawg?” as I went past him. He replied “I’m baked”  - or words to that effect. That is a hard 32km to do when you are stuffed. Virtual 5th place on the trail then.  After about 20 minutes I saw some flashes of colour in the distance. Interesting….it was Chris Firman. It took ages to get close to him. He was obviously still riding quite strongly, but when I saw him sneak into grab some water from a feedzone prior to the waterbar descent I figured that he might be running dry. A couple of minutes later I went past him, got swooped by another crazy-ass magpie, gave him an update on the status of the others behind me and then took off once again. 4th place on the trails. Getting there.
This next bit of singletrack is some of my favourite in the whole place. Really quite technical, rocky, switchbacks galore and some awesome riding without a doubt.  Going through the final checkpoint I picked up some lukewarm Sukkie electrolyte drink and took off on the singletrack already encountered. I was railing it quite aggressively still. At least I would like to think so. When you have been out for 4 hours your perception on how awesome you are going gets cloudy at best. I was getting through it counting down the segments. As I went across the grass I did not get swooped by the magpie. After about 1000 riders he may have just given up and crawled back into the nest!

Crossing the line was sweet relief. Another epic, Flight Centre Epic done and dusted. 4th place across the line behind Blair, Tupalski and Lewis. And…..enough to keep me in the lead of the Maverick XCM Series and in the hunt for the overall with only the Highland Fling to go. Yieeew!

The reality of how it feels after an XCM race of this magnitude sets in shortly after crossing the line

I cannot recommend the Flight Centre Epic enough. There is racing for everyone, from a 4.2km race right up to the 87km race, and there are also 2 running races on offer as well. The thing I like the most is that the 20km race had over 300 entrants including 75 females – that is off the hook! In addition to the racing there are jumping castles, rockwalls, swimming pools, helicopter rides and a million other things to do out there. It totally rocks.


Pop the front wheel in the air like you just don't care

Stat time ----;

Distance: 87km

Vertical Metres: 2023m

Humidity: 125%

Temperature: 25 degrees

Average HR: 169

Max HR: 189 – buzzing

Calories: 4135

Bottles of Sukkie consumed: 7

Pro4mance gels consumed: 10

Magpie swoops: 12

Post ride hamburgers consumed: 3


Next up: Kowalski Classic all over the glorious trail network of Sparrow Hill and Kowen this coming weekend!




Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Redback Stage Race - Alice Springs - August 2015

Alice Springs absolutely rocks as a mountain bike destination. With over 300km of the most awesome singletrack in the country I always make it a priority to head up there when there is a race on. This was the 3rd time that I have done the Redback (previously known as the ICME stage race) and like most I was curious to see how the modified format would go. Instead of 7 stages in 5 days, it was now 6 stages in 4 days. The major difference in the new format was being that the long stage of 80-90 km was removed. 

In addition to racing this event 3 times, I also raced here in Easter for the Easter in the Alice stage race. Needless to say I like it up here! I am also starting to begin to learn where the trails go! From a logistics point of view, this race is the easiest stage race you will ever do. You fly in to Alice and catch a shuttle bus to your accommodation. All racing starts and finishes within the town, so the furthest you might have to ride pre or post stage is about 5km. The race communications by Rapid Ascent is the best that I have ever seen. Daily SMS messages as well as emails letting you know start times, results and any other pertinent details were sent through to all competitors quite regularly. This simply allows you to not have to worry about small details, as they get sent to you! This year the other change was a temporal one, from May to August and as luck would have it, we got some really hot weather. However, coming from a very ordinary southern winter I was not complaining one little bit!

I landed in Alice after an eventful flight. An hour out of Sydney one of the hostesses got pretty sick and they had to turn around. I knew things weren't good when the pilot asked if there was a Doctor on board. So we got to sit on the plane in Sydney for another hour before heading up and landing. Nothing like being in a germ tin!

I checked into the Chifley Resort and got the bike built up so that I could stretch my legs out a bit on the course used for Stage 3 and 4. It is always good to go for a spin after travelling because you usually have stiffened up and all the muscles have switched off. The next day I took Grant Johnston and Michael Milton out for a bit of a recce of the Stage 1 course. I was leading and went through a nice creek bed which had a sweet little kicker out of it which enticed you to get the bike off the ground. Which I did. I then stopped and waited for Grant. He saw me, saw the kicker and lashed out with a kickass whip!! But....he didn't bring the back of the bike back in time, and landed crooked and burped the rear tyre. He couldn't gas it as the removable valve core came out when he removed the CO2 fitting! As luck would have it, his spare tube had a hole in it. After carefully negotiating a price of $15 for my own spare tube, I offered that up to G-train, and he was devastated to find that it was a 26er tube which made fitting to his 29er rim a bit of a challenge! I told him that it was just a tube I carried and never actually used....I mean, I sold my last 26er well over a year ago! Unfortunately for Grant it too had a hole in it, or he pinched it when he put it on, so his tyre was still flat. Fortunately, in Alice Springs you are only ever really 10-15km maximum in a straight line from town just about anywhere out on the trails. So I decided to head back and get him a good spare tube. After chilling out in the pool for a while, I headed back out with a couple of spare tubes, extra CO2 canisters and found Grant pushing his bike back into town. Ironically we were only 700m from a bike shop according to Grant's Android phone so we walked there and got his tyre refitted with sealant and set up tubeless. What a start to the day!

Later that afternoon I took a crew of about 50 out on a social ride so that they could see the trails. I chose Stage 3 and 4 as the route to take - this was the Individual Time Trial\Night Stage loop which would be good for people to have a bit of knowledge of. Within 1km of getting going, we lost 1 person with a flat tyre, Paddy Quiggan snapped his seatpost and Luke Pankhurst had rolled a front tyre off and ate a mouthful of sand. Good stuff! Got to love the 1st day activities!

That night I hooked up with Grant, Michael, Paddy and Katie Taylor and we hung out at Nong's Thai restaurant in town talking crap and feeding our faces full of rice, curries and pad thai! As Paddy and Katie had only made it a kilometre into the social ride before the seatpost incident, it was amusing trying to describe Stage 1. The executive summary was 'watch out for the sandpit 500m into the start'!

That next morning I woke up feeling feverish and had a big spew. That is always what you want the morning of a race. With a few friends and loved ones having also been sick in the last week, my immune system probably had decided that it had had enough and just thought that it would let me know. With my eyes watering from the extraction of all my carefully ingested nutrients, I went in search of coffee with a total loss of appetite. I managed to down some pancakes with Nutella to try and get some energy back into the system prior to the start.

Stage 1 had us rolling behind a cop car for 5km or so through town in a neutral affair. When we hit the dirt, it was on and I slotted into 4th wheel wanting to be as close to the front when we hit the sandpit of doom. Last year only the front 5 riders got through. I think this year it wasn't too much different. Ben Hogarth and Craig Cooke took off and I rode with young gun Luke Pankhurst trying to hunt them down. We got to within about 10 seconds of Ben just prior to the feedzone but I had to stop and gas up my back tyre which was not holding air. That is a nice way of saying that I had screwed up and got it punctured somehow! With only about 7km to go, I gambled on the tyre holding on just enough to get me home. I passed Luke along one of the fireroads and then managed to ride over the train line without dismounting with about 10psi in my tyre. I then got onto Ben's wheel just as we were about to go up Blairs Stairs. But with only about 9psi remaining I couldn't get the tyre to hold up under my immense power output and had to let the wheel go. I rolled into the velodrome in 3rd place to open my account for the race.

Stage 2 was in the afternoon and was a 300m hillclimb. After spending half an hour in the pool at the Chifley talking crap with Luke I was a little frozen so needed a 30 minute super hot shower to thaw out! I wasn't feeling great for the hillclimb, and rolled up to get through it. When you get sick, your top end pretty much just disappears. I was still trying to deny it at this stage though! I chugged up in 56 seconds whilst Luke Pankhurst smashed it 100% out of the saddle for 44 seconds - keep an eye on this kid because at 15 he is the real deal and will only get better with time! Some of it is due to the bike he is riding, the rest of it is down to hard work and talent!

Stage 3 was the individual time trial. This race is 23km long and it hurts. There is no sugar coating it. You are running at threshold and the lactic acid is making your ears and your teeth burn. I am sure that the course is really good here as I have ridden it at a much cruisier pace, but when you are doing a time trial, the sky turns black and you don't really notice details. I drilled it as hard as I could though and rolled through for 3rd place once again. At the finish line it was 32 degrees in the shade and my helmet straps were coated in salt crystals. Back to the pool for dissection of the race, a bit of a sneaky Maccas run with Grant and then a lie down prior to the night stage! The salt crystals came in handy to put on the fries!

Stage 4 was a mass start affair with 200 riders getting their lights pumping into the dark desert wilderness. I popped my sweet new Lezyne lights on the bars and helmet to illuminate the trail with about 3000 lumens. I don't think that you can have too much light out on the trail when it is dark. As I only tend to ride off road at night at this particular race each year, I need all the illumination that I can get! One of the most fantastic sights on this stage was after we had run north on the double track, then turned west onto the superhighway singletrack, you could see a couple of hundred lights sneaking their way through the technical rocky singletrack that was at the start. Absolutely brilliant!
After sighting the lights of the houses of Alice it was a pretty cool descent back to the golf course to finish off the stage. I rolled in for 3rd place and pretty much consolidated 3rd place on General Classification for the race with 2 stages to go behind Craig Cooke (1st) and Ben Hogarth (2nd). Luke Pankhurst had a shocker on a borrowed bike (after busting a couple of spokes in the afternoon on his normal ride) and lost 20 minutes on GC with 2 flat tyres. Ben Gooley managed to move up to 4th overall.

Stage 5 was the 'long one' of the Redback - 50km on paper over some of the toughest, but most rewarding terrain. In a wise move, Rapid Ascent moved the start time forward 1 hour as it was forecast to be another hot one - this was very much welcomed by all competitors so we all made our way to the Telegraph Station for the start. There was a lot of brand new singletrack here and it was absolutely superb as it twisted its way to the Todd River. Being super dry and incredibly sandy, none of us were able to make it all the way across. Well done to anyone that could make it! Craig took off shortly after this and went solo. Ben was on his tail, and up one of the steeper, rockier, looser climbs Luke and I drag raced it until we could no longer hold traction. We both looked at each other at the same moment and jumped off and started pushing! 

I let Luke go here and got into a bit of a groove mindful that it was hot, slow going due to the tight singletrack and I still had 30 odd kilometres to go. 10km later I caught up to Luke and we worked together through compartments of singletrack and 4wd track trying to keep things moving fast. As it got warmer I binned it one of the switchback corners - I am going to blame my tyres here - with the warmer air, the pressure just increased and I lost grip - #truestory. In all reality I just stuffed up and Luke was able to get through and set the pace on the tight, rocky singletrack. At about the 40km mark, I could see Ben ahead, his Orange jersey standing out, not very well against the red backdrop of the desert. I was trying to figure out how far he was in front. You know how it is....you are counting corners, trees, rocks, kangaroos, seconds.... whatever really, in order to get the gap split. I reckon it was about a minute. Sometimes that can feel like it is 10 minutes though as it can take forever. One thing I was sure though was that Ben hadn't seen us. Nothing like being dressed up in black Louis Garneau kit to bring the stealth game to the race! I pointed Ben out to Luke and told him that I was going to try and catch him. What I would do with him once I got him, I as not sure, as the run into the finish at Lasseters Casino was slightly downhill, on a bike path and Ben isn't one who lacked power... but I would figure that out closer to the time. After exiting the singletrack I was within about 20 seconds of him. A freshly graded bit of dirt road was nailed with some Hammertime at 45km/hr using the tailwind to my advantage to make up time in the air. 

As I rounded the bitumen road up the power plant I had closed the gap to 10 seconds. But I think heading up to the pipe that we had to cross under, Ben may have snuck a look back as the gap started to open up again. Damn it! The last bit was drilled into a nice cooling headwind and the tank emptied even more to the finishline, To our surprise we had finished 1st and 2nd with Craig having taken a wrong turn out on course and losing 20 minutes which saw him go from 1st to 3rd, and Ben take the lead with me in 2nd overall on GC with one more stage to go.

After inhaling a kilo of watermelon and icy poles, it was then time to head back to the Chifley in slow motion and hit up the pool. Luke and I talked crap for about an hour with a few other guys whilst the legs were cooling down from the day. Sometimes the stories after the race are the best part of the day as everyone has a unique perspective on how the day's racing went down. The afternoon was then spent lying in bed for 3 hours recovering and watching tv in air conditioned comfort after yet another warm morning.

Later that night, I pulled out the big guns and hit up Nong's once more for a massive double serving of rice with my green curry chicken - I even piled in some spring rolls on the side! With one more stage to go it was going to be good to start it with some energy in the belly!

Stage 6 arguably had the best trails in the whole race. Leaving them until last was a stroke of genius especially after the tough Stage 5 there were a few weary bodies on the start line. Another police escort through town and it was good to see the World Championship jersey of Grant Johnston at the head of the field. We respected the rainbow stripes that are presented to the World Champion and let him chase down the police car until we crossed the Todd River. At that point though I decided to ramp it up and hit the dirt in first place. This turned out to be a good idea and was not by accident. On the social ride on the Wednesday I noticed that this section had some huge sections of bull dust. With my lungs pretty hammered already the less dust in them the better, plus it also made it easier to see.

Ben and Craig came around shortly thereafter and I sat on their wheels with Luke right behind me. Ben Gooley used some local knowledge near some cement drains to advance up in the field with a nice outside line and slotted right in front of me! I got the wheel back in front of him as we headed up a loose bit of doubletrack before going into some singletrack. About 5 minutes later I was following Craig's wheel when I felt the back end get a little bouncy. I looked down and saw that unmistakable bulge of the tyre tread on the ground....flat. Damn it. After Craig's misfortune the day before I had an 11 minute buffer over him. So I had done the math on how it was going to go. I expected him to put a few minutes into me on today's stage. Maybe up to 5 because I was coughing and blowing some pretty interesting colours up. With the flat that changed everything. Usually if it is a straight forward flat I can turn it around in 3 minutes. This one took a bit longer because I had to let the rest of the air out, I booted the sidewall with a $5 note (bulletproof material) and gassed it twice so that it had plenty of air in it. It took a bit longer than I would have liked, but it was done and wasn't going to be an issue once I got going again.

After getting back going again, it was then time to get my groove back, not go too deep, go deep enough, and minimise time losses. I also had to get through some traffic - but everyone was very awesome and let me through knowing that I was on a mission. The only point that I didn't call 'track' was on the new Stimpsons Track. Oh. My. God.....what a trail!!!! We were flowing down this trail for what seemed like 10 minutes - it went on forever and had some of the best flow I have ever experienced - and I didn't want to ruin it for the 3 riders in front of me that's for sure!

After making my way emptying the tank, which was pretty much just running on fumes anyway, I saw some familiar trail markings and knew I was close to the finish line and I was hoping that I had done enough to hold onto 2nd place on GC. I was well and truly stuffed after crossing the line in about 2 hours. I inhaled more watermelon and slammed some fluids down and swapped war stories with those that had crossed the finish line already.

I checked the results - 7th on the stage and had consolidated 2nd place on General Classification by 41 seconds. Definitely had done it pretty tight that's for sure!

After the racing had finished, the body and mind know - and the day after, the snot and phlegm ran very freely! A nasty chest\throat\nose\ear infection was not what I had banked on but at least I minimised what it did to me during the race. My top end was absent, but the diesel got me through. Flying home was not overly enjoyable with the changes in altitude playing havoc with my ears!

So the stats for the week are like this
  • Race time: a shade under 8 hours
  • Distance: racing plus course recce plus to and fro - 260km
  • Total Stress Score: 710
  • Thai meals: 3
  • McDonalds runs: 3
  • Calories; 7,500
  • Pool time: every. single. day....
Results
Stage 1: 3rd
Stage 2: somewhere - I sucked to be honest and was happy to just get up the hill
Stage 3: 3rd
Stage 4: 3rd
Stage 5: 2nd
Stage 6: 7th (flat tyre)

Overall result: 2nd
Ben Hogarth took out the GC honours with a classy ride and Craig Cooke was definitely the strongest rider out there, but misfortune on Stage 5 leading to a 20 minute time loss thwarted his chances at overall victory and he had to settle for 3rd place.


So overall, it was a good campaign and it was made even better by having top mates also make the trip up. The racing is one thing, but the option to be able to talk about it after each day made it really awesome. This particular race is perfect for that. You meet new people, ride the best trails going, talk crap with your mates, swim in the pool and eat good food - what more could you want in a lifestyle mountain bike destination?

I'll be back next year for sure!


I love this bit of trail - it is like a superhighway and with a tailwind I could hit it at 40km/hr. Of course when we did the Time Trial there was a headwind and I could only hold 32km/hr! The Strava segment name is 'The Plains of Mordor'


Stage 1 Neutral Rollout - setting the GPS so that I can get it all up onto Strava!

 Michael Milton and I won the most important race that night - 1st in line for the dessert bar!
Grant and I went to Coles so that I could pick up some water. Grant trolleyed my bike so that it wouldn't get stolen!

Grant riding through the singletrack whilst I pretend to be arty with the camera phone

Grant and I devised this tactical plan - he would ride off the front in the neutral stage then I would attack to be first into the dirt - due to being a current World Champion,, no one was going to disrespect him and chase him down. #truestory


A little video of the course recce that was done by Grant and I on the Wednesday morning

 I may ave had more than just a few of these during the week
Again, I may have had more that a few of these during the week :) 

 Nothing beats a well stocked mini bar for a stage race
 So, in this rusted out bus was a whole bunch of stuff, including this blower vac - so I used it to make the trails less dusty

So many awesome things to see out in Alice Springs along the trails - lots of rocks for instance ;)


Salt crystals on the helmet strap were scraped off and added to the fries that I got from McDonalds - some days were pretty hot 

When I *play* cycling I always report to the #pro shop


NT event photography got this B&W shot of me during the Time Trial - here I look composed and appear to be putting out massive amounts of power - I always try to look good in front of a camera - lucky no one saw me 50 metres further down the trail!

I probably take about 3 selfies a year - this is one of them - under the start banner straight after the time trial

Late Night McDonalds run after the night stage

The last supper - Thai Green Curry Chicken - inhaled the night before the last stage


The night stage is always very awesome!

Nice looking tanlines - except that it is dirt!  Sitting at the poolside bar every day after racing was the best way to recovery pretty much


Last stage, one of the last corners - drifting around carrying as much speed as possible

Some kickass scenery out there - sometimes it is good to stop and take it all in

Telegraph Station trails absolutely rock!

About this much fun was had each day on the trails around Alice Springs!

Top 5 on the podium

A video just rolling to the start of the race for Stage 5

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Convict 100 2015

The Convict 100 is a very unique race for many different reasons of which I will outline some of them below:
  • It has been running for 10 years
  • There is no singletrack
  • The trails are ungroomed
  • It is truly in the Middle of Nowhere
  • You catch a ferry to get to it
  • It has an amazing event vibe
There are obviously more depending on how you see it, but those are my key takeaways. I have now done this race 5 times and each time it has been very different. If there was ever a time where course knowledge plays a part more so than others then this race is probably the key candidate for that. There are so many selection points across the 100km course where things happen for different reasons that affect the outcome of the race. I'll get to those a bit later.

Road Trip! On this day 26 years ago Sweet Child of Mine hit number one on the charts. Everyone is lead singer in their car!!


On Friday I rolled on up to Sydney in the car. Now when I say Sydney, it is a relative term. Windsor is the closest town to St Albans, and is probably an hour or so from the centre of Sydney. From Windsor it is about another 40 minutes to actually get to St Albans. It might even be closer to an hour, who knows. So all up it is about 4 hours. This is where the endurance training that I do week in, week out starts to really pay off...

I like staying in accommodation and admiring the interior designing


I checked in to the salubrious Del Rio Resort studio cabin, where I was staying for the evening and then went off to St Albans for a bit of a spin to loosen the legs after the 4 hour drive. This year the course was being held in the reverse direction in order to change it up for the competitors. I mainly wanted to check out the first half hour or so to see what was in store. After that little excursion I picked up my number plate and headed back to my digs and prepared an exotic butter chicken feast for dinner. Very thankful for a microwave in this instance!

This year the race didn't start until 8am so I got to sleep in until 5:30 which was a bit of a treat. To wake up it was a nice cruisy drive along the twisty, winding road admiring the fog across the valley and then a 20 minute spin to wake the legs up. And....it was pretty freaking cold. Not 'Canberra Cold' but about 2 degrees, so 5 minutes before the start everyone was still wearing warmers on the start line shivering.

Do you even chew the stem, bro? 30% gradient for breakfast up Jacks Track


When the gun went off it was great to see Briony Mattocks and Sarah Riley head to the front of the race to do all the pacesetting. Even when you are getting a questionable draft off a rider who is half the size of you, it is still greatly appreciated. Nice work chicks!

After about 10 minutes a few attacks started coming. Andrew Blair did a little opener up a short rise just to stir things up. I gave it a small nudge around the sharp left hander onto the flat open valley, then Mick England pushed it hard off this one, which then set the race going proper. Just prior to the creek crossing, which was a bit like crossing a beach with the amount of sand present, I attacked past Mick and Blair to position myself well into the hard left corner. Blair and Shaun Lewis had the same idea and it was then a drag race to the creek! Having tested the ridability of the sand the day before, I was off pretty quickly with the others and running through the shin deep water.

The group got together after that but it was now down to about 15 riders or so. We made our way to the base of Jack's Track where the 20-30% pinches lay in wait. Again, there was a bit of position fighting that occurred just before the right hander that led to the base of the 300 vertical metre climb. I managed to get in here in about 3rd place and then floated backwards to about 8th as I am a lover not a climber. I mean, I can get up the hill, but I probably need to be about 10kgs lighter to make it look graceful!!

On race day, the gate was open, which was lucky. It was nice to hit the 20% bottom section with a little bit of momentum


At the top of the climb I was about 20 to 30 seconds back from the lead group of 5 and hustled pretty heard along the ridge line to get back on. At this point the group was made of Blair, Lewis, England, Craig Cooke, Tristan Ward and myself. The pace was mellow as the first selection had been made and Ward was very enthusiastic and was talking a LOT. He had definitely had some fantastic breakfast and was asking Blair about his holidays, commenting on Cooke's very nice SRM power meter, admiring the view to the right over the valley and doing whips off of every waterbar and hitting every corner with his foot out, moto style!! Nothing beats youthful exuberance!!

Going up a bumpy climb, Cooke lost a chain and had to dismount and sort it. Blair and Lewis took this opportunity to absolutely drill the pace for the next 15 minutes to put a lot of time into Cooke and make it very hard for him to get back on. We were gunning it up climbs and 2 wheel drifting around corners at warp speed. The sandy corners even up on the ridgeline make for fantastic cornering! Cooke did manage to finally get back on, but it took a very long time and would have cost some energy that is for sure. We then smashed it down Webbs Ridge Road to the tarmac where it was time out for some nature breaks and some gels.

When we got to the canoe bridge there was a small amount of position fighting but it was less of an issue as the run in was a lot different and the bridge itself was a relative highway being 4 planks wide - all 6 of us motored across it at speed and headed up the hill once again. The next hill up the Shepherd's Gully climb  was pretty uneventful as it was just a bookmark until the tech section at 40km came along. This is a pretty wicked section that feels like it goes on forever. And this is where the race broke up at the front.... Flow was robbed, rhythm went out the door and it was a matter of just getting through and minimising losses.

At the 50km mark I managed to get back in touch with Michael England and we worked together through the largely overgrown section for the next 20km. I lost count of how many times I got smacked in the head (lucky for helmets) by overhanging branches, got whipped in the face by sticks and my arms were absolutely caned by the brush. All while this is happening you are just smashing the pedals as hard as possible as it is all relatively flat. So, we are motoring long here at 25-30km/hr and making split second decisions to keep things on track and going forward as fast as possible.

Just had to follow the red arrows


When we finally exited onto the fireroad we had a bit of a talk about certain tactics that may be deployed up the front of the race. And true to form at the 80km point, which also happened to coincide with the feed station we hooked up with Tristan Ward who had put it into cruise control mode to get himself home. At this point Michael and I were in 4th and 5th on the road\trail and we just kept motoring up the rolling climbs until we got to the last descent of Wrights Creek. This one is a pearler. It has an average gradient of minus 11.1% for 1.3km and has some huge kicker water bars to keep you honest. I managed to splash Michael with mud from one of the waterbars where the puddle was a bit deeper than I had originally thought!

At the bottom of the descent we regrouped and agreed to roll turns for the last 11km and then let the finish positions sort themselves out. In the end, I rolled across the line for 4th with Michael just behind me in 5th place. We had also cracked the 4 hour mark which was pretty awesome.

Get that ride up on Strava quickly to win KOMs that ultimately get stolen back!!


Overall, the reverse Convict was a crowd favourite and in my opinion was actually better than the original. It could just be that it was different, but I really enjoyed it for some reason. I mean, don't get me wrong, like most races during the actual race, you are hating it like nothing else as your ears go full lactic, but once I had time to reflect after crossing the line there was a fine appreciation for the direction chosen for this year's running of this classic.

Definitely a fast 100km race


So, what is next then?
  • Wagga Marathon
  • The Redback in Alice Springs
  • The Beechworth 6 hr with Cannondale-Enve Racing teammate Tom Ovens who had a cracking race at the Australian Cyclocross Championships today with a breakthrough 9th place!
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