BLOOD, SWEAT AND GEAR(S): EPIC GAWLER TO PORT ELLIOT RIDE REPORT!
We started with smiles and high expectations and finished with broken noses, broken bikes, cuts, bruises, grazes, swollen knees -- and smiles. This is the tale of the inaugural Port Elliot to Gawler cycling adventure!
Andrew, Pete, Dave and Jane (Dave's wife who graciously ferried our bags to and from Port Elliot) waited patiently at Jaspers, Evanston, for the ever-so-slightly-late Michael at 7am. Wishing us well as we headed off to pick up Juz at Kersbrook were Frank, Wilson and the other congregating Gawler Wheelers, who were departing on their regular ride from the same point.
Note my (Andrew) thick wooly gloves, supplied by Dave after I discovered my usual winter long-finger gloves were not up to the weekend's task! My wife promises you, Dave, they'll be returned good as new (!)
The first stop was Kersbrook, to pick up Juz. (Dave, Juz, Pete, Michael, Andrew)
Saturday was an absolute dream ride in great weather. 133km, we arrived just after 1.30.
Stop at Hahndorf for a pasty and a pee.
Damn pre-hydration ...
about 50kms to go I think.
nearly there now!
we're there! my GOD we were hungry! Pete ate 2 pies and THIS!
we're not tired ...
had a nice walk around the Port Elliot headland. The same spot as our official ride logo (inset) !
still hungry at dinner!
Sunday morning. Drizzle. And now the REAL fun is about to begin ...
The first 40-odd kms to Strathalbyn was wet and miserable, but uneventful. Until Pete and I both crashed on the slippery train lines. My derailleur hanger was fractured, so we thought over what to do over a coffee. I decide to complete the journey (100+kms) without changing gear. I'm in the big ring, second-largest gear on the cassette. This is going to warm me up ...
A few kms later, on the awful Strath->Mt Barker road, Dave crashes. I crash into him. Juz crashes into me, striking the aero spike on the rear of my helmet with the side of her nose. Riders, bikes strewn across the road. Mad dash to pull dazed riders from the approaching traffic.
Juz's nose is obviously broken. Space blanket out.
We flagged down a passing police car, Juz gets in out of the cold and rain and an ambulance is called.
Incredibly, my parents in law - who live 500 metres from us in Gawler - happen to be driving past on the return from Clayton. They stop, and Juz's bike is loaded into the boot. It's going to Gawler. She's going to the RAH in typically good spirits.
That's my father in law Tony in the white jumper. What a bizarre day.
Just before the ambulance door is swung shut, she calls out, "Where's my Garmin? How am I going to download my ride data tonight without my Garmin?"
Somehow, although the bars have to be twisted back into alignment, my bike can still be ridden, even though it has crashed on the broken derailler hanger-side for a second time.
And then there were four. Pete, Michael, Dave and I head disconsolately for Mt Barker in the miserable weather. Downbeat. Right knee starting to hurt.
Of course, this is where Pete gets a puncture. "I ******* give up," I remember saying.
We get to Mt Barker, eat lunch and have a coffee, and plug on. It's a bit of a race against sunset now.
The rest of the ride - for me at least - was pretty horrible, even though the weather cleared. I'm somehow pulling up the hills in a ridiculous gear, and then spinning a ridiculously high cadence to maintain a half-decent flat pace. For 100kms.
When we got to Kersbrook, my right knee totally shot, with 25kms to go, my back muscles gave up as well. No choice. Not giving up. Keep going. Lots of pain.
Pete and I say goodbye to Dave and Michael at the Kentish Rd turn-off on the Gawler->One Tree Hill Road. Handshakes all round. It's been an epic, immensely challenging, friends-for-life kind of experience.
Pete says quite poignantly: "Even with the same outcome, I'd do it again." Tellingly, Juz's text to all of us on Sunday evening was identical: "I'm ok, rather sore and the face-ache is spectacular but I had such a good weekend, I'd do it again even with the same outcome." Hear, hear. Just tell that to my knee right now (and my wife!!!!!!).
One last disaster. On the final few kms to Gawler, the rear derailleur hanger finally cries enough. It swings into the spokes, I wobble, pull over and pull out the phone. Bike unridable, the last few kms are done in the car. "Hi Dad!" "Hi girls." "How was your bike-ride?"
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Permalink Reply by Just another psycho-list on -
selfish, don't you think...
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Permalink Reply by Clive Palfrey on -
A word of caution on that rail crossing in Strath. People fall there wet or dry as did quite a few at the end of last years BUPA/TDU. And what a shame you didn't look for the Strath bike shop, I'm fairly sure it's open on Sundays.
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Permalink Reply by Pete Roberts on -
We found a bike shop in Mount barker. 10 minutes swapping over a rear hanger would have made so much difference, ( had it been open ....... )
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Permalink Reply by Dave, Lewiston on -
Nice to hear about that now, Clive!
After the deraillieur disaster, we were so cold, we headed back to the bakery, opposite the railway station, and probably spent an hour thawing out, going over recovery plans. Should have known it was going to continue to be a strange day when there we met Michael's brother-in-law (chilled-out-hippie-ranger-from-Lameroo) whom he hadn't seen in ages. Sort of like a Coen brother's movie, with bikes.
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Permalink Reply by Clive Palfrey on
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I guess my comment was really intended for others that might cycle out that way or even your group who seem to be intent to do this again. I fully appreciate that feeling of "Why tell me that now" can be annoying.
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Permalink Reply by Dave, Lewiston on
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No offence intended there, Clive. We have now learnt that we need to properly respect railway tracks. That was a scarey experience that was not expected. And it really stuffed up our trip home.Just ask Andrew!
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Permalink Reply by Andrew M on -
stuffed up more than just the trip home ... this silly bugger has really stuffed up his knee. had ice on it all day, no way I'll be going near a bike for at least a few days, or until further notice :(
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Permalink Reply by Just another psycho-list on
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I am so terrified of railway tracks after reading all the things about them on AC and hearing stories from the mouths of cyclists, that if I have to cross them in future, I will stop, get off and walk my bike across.
Even if it's not a wet day...
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Permalink Reply by Noel McPharline on
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Good move to make the team safe (from hypothermia).
Also good idea to carry a spare derailier hanger, lots of MTB'ers do as its unlikely the shop would have had one. There are 100's of different shapes & they change from model to model, not just brand of bike. It's an issue that should and could be fixed by having the frame mount set to a standard number of shapes. For a boring Sat night, I suggest trying to find your bike's replacement on "derailier hanger.com".
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Permalink Reply by Frank (GW) on -
Glad to see that it looks as though no major injuries guys and Juz. The reports started filtering in when you were at Strath! Those damn railway lines again!
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Permalink Reply by Brett dracup on
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Nice work guys and gal, really sorry to hear what happened to you Juz and hope you heal soon!
Andrew... so close!! congrats on soldiering on with your fixie, sorry that Wheeler didn't have the "i think i can, i think i can" mentality to make it back + your knee.. you punished it and now the poor thing needs to recover, did you get in much trouble from your wife?
Pete, Michael and Dave .. great effort lads, wish i could have joined you'se but like i told Andrew it's a huge distance to cover in 2 days and not many people would have had the head/heart about them to try it out... but you did and now you can reap the rewards of stronger legs, heads, hearts and for Juz Pain threshold ;)
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