Following a lot of attendee ins and outs this week, the cream finally rose to the top this morning to join the Retro Muddies ride. Oh, and Colin came too. Most of us met at "India" (start of Veloway for the un-initiated) except Brennan who was working on Indian time which I believe is 5mins behind the rest of us. Our ex-illustrious leader Patrck showed great concern by coming out to check on us at the tunnels with his faithful pooch. We didn't chat for long because Corporal Clanger was waiting at Sherrifs Rd and you really don't want to rub him the wrong way. Matt Boz was worrried about the potential fallout so left us at this point.
Colin was at the corner attending to the pedestrian crossing lights as promised. The were no signs of any weapons or the local maggie. However, I did spot this in the vicinity:
Nice work Sergeant Clanger!
The ride on to McLaren Vale was uneventful except for occasional texts from Brennan seeking time gap reports to the main peloton. For Xmas we are going to get him a chick on a yellow motorbike with a blackboard.
Baron then hijacked the event and took us back into a complete retro Muddies time warp by forcing us to K&S (Koffee & Snax) for refreshments. This had the added benefit of allowing Brennan to re-enter our time zone.
Richard. Someone get this man the correct jersey.
Adam. Claims his correct jersey has shrunk?
Major Ware-Lane. Seeing to our safety again by killing snakes.
Baron. Trying to convince us that the cake is healthy because it contains carrot. Blissfully unaware that a crab is about to claim his cake.
Matt B in full dress uniform and safety gear with obligatory FUIC.
Following the consumption of adequate calories Baron headed for Blewitt Springs because he had to save himself for bigger things tomorrow - good luck Baron. Brennan went with him becasue he wanted to go home ;-)
The remaining 4 headed bravely onwards to do battle on Mount Willy. I thought they were all gentlemen letting me take the lead up the hill, until they all flew past one by one :-( I will leave them to tell you stories about their times. Me, well, I made it eventually.
The Lads at the summit: Adam,Colin & Richard
Proof that I made it. Taken by the ever-so-helpful Colin who has subsequently been fully re-instated as Colonel Ware-Lane (for now!).
It wasn't over yet. There were many more kms of fanging, struggling and wheel sucking until we reached Clarendon. The Bakery was bypassed as Adam felt the need to Potter around a hill somewhere, the Colonel forged ahead towards home and I watched Richard disappear forever up Clarendon Rd. I met up with Adam again at the top of Potters. He had grown a beard by the time I got there. We battled on to the top, had a scenic cruise down Main Rd then turned onto Murray's Hill Rd until I lost sight of him going up the other side. Adam was on a mission to find some more hills!! I crawled home....ahhh..... beer :-)
Thanks to the "A Team" for joining me on a successful outing of Retro Muddyness.
lol - that could have been it. Although on the Veloway climb I still thought I was a solo Muddy :)
The Esses photo took the longest Gillian. I was going slow...and I almost fell off twice going for artistic impression....
One I really regret missing. Good to see all of you out riding.
Something very sad and forlorn about a solo muddy.... They look better with the FUIC and their mates!
Great report Gillian, loved it :-)
Gill on a pinny that's a 1st
My faithful steed Gulliver, the Giant who takes me on all my travels, was actually resting by the water tap while I used photography as a sneaky ploy to stop the boys riding straight off when I got to the top of Willy. Gulliver was feeling very smug as he has made his master very happy with his new 28 tooth bling. Gary Mills is in for a big hug next time I meet him too!
Hey Matt that FUIC has shrunk
thats the new 6 pack size RD. I had polished off the other 5.
Looks like everyone earnt their cake today!
Where in the Mitcham council area did you spot the dead muppet and tennis racquet?
Trevor!! It's a dead magpie. You can tell because that's the colour they turn just after being skillfully despatched by a chief safety officer with a racquet.
OK, it's the second favourite fluffy toy of my youngest pooch. I risked life and limb just to get it half way into my wheelie bin.
I thought that possum was trying to make a come back.