We had a stunning ride to Dromana. The weather started pretty murky, with the radar looking sufficiently foreboding to scare off at least Nick, Michael and David. Saturday's dinner may have been an excuse if Robbo had not managed to go the whole way.
We rode at a steady pace, through occasional showers, to stop briefly in Mordy. Simon and Stephen C were particularly vocal about wanting to continue. I was wet, tired and injured, so was hoping to turn earlier than later, but could not resisit the pressure of my peers.
The next break was at the top of Oliver's Hill: still no one wanted to return. We'd even managed to pick up red-haired Melissa and her brother. It was in the hills around Mornington that first Steven M, then Simon, decided to return: it was looking like a long ride home. Simon turned after repairing a flat, and Robbo and Rosco had to change tyres en route and at the BP outside Dromana respectively. Stephen C, Annalise, her father Bill and I took coffee, chocolate, cakes and soup in Dromana, loading up those carbos. Rosco and Robbo didn't go beyond the BP, which had similar snack with more packaging.
Annalise and Bill remained in Dromana to enjoy their soup, and rode back via a couple of other snack stops to Albert Park. Robbo, Ross, Stephen and I had to get back to town more urgently, and put in a really strong ride back to the city, rolling most of the way and keeping the speed above 30 most of the way. The sun was coming out, and we were warming up: most pleasant indeed. I was home before 3PM.
We rode at a steady pace, through occasional showers, to stop briefly in Mordy. Simon and Stephen C were particularly vocal about wanting to continue. I was wet, tired and injured, so was hoping to turn earlier than later, but could not resisit the pressure of my peers.
The next break was at the top of Oliver's Hill: still no one wanted to return. We'd even managed to pick up red-haired Melissa and her brother. It was in the hills around Mornington that first Steven M, then Simon, decided to return: it was looking like a long ride home. Simon turned after repairing a flat, and Robbo and Rosco had to change tyres en route and at the BP outside Dromana respectively. Stephen C, Annalise, her father Bill and I took coffee, chocolate, cakes and soup in Dromana, loading up those carbos. Rosco and Robbo didn't go beyond the BP, which had similar snack with more packaging.
Annalise and Bill remained in Dromana to enjoy their soup, and rode back via a couple of other snack stops to Albert Park. Robbo, Ross, Stephen and I had to get back to town more urgently, and put in a really strong ride back to the city, rolling most of the way and keeping the speed above 30 most of the way. The sun was coming out, and we were warming up: most pleasant indeed. I was home before 3PM.
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