Franky

At 6:30, the sunrise was glistening off the tops of the city's sky scrapers, portending a beautiful morning; however, a strong westerly, that ended up blowing all day, rapidly blocked the sun and sprinkled us in gentle rain in the first hour of riding. We had eight starters, which dropped to seven when Nick turned at Mordy, then six when Steven dropped off the back. After Oliver's hill, we met Steven in Franky, at about 8:30, but meanwhile had managed to lose Damon, who failed to turn around at the top of the hill and is probably in Geelong by now. We rode in a rolling bunch with a few other randoms back to Mordy--this was relatively painless--where we waited briefly for Michael and Steven. On the final stretch, the gusty head wind pulled our rolling turns to pieces, and we finished in a depleted bunch of Tom, David, Stephen and myself. Steven was just behind, and he joined us for coffee at about 10:45 (Michael returned home directly). We averaged approximately 30.59 kph over the almost exactly 90-k trip. By about 10AM, the sky was clearing and we rode home in the sunshine.