Unfortunately, I missed out on riding with some people who I haven't met before due to a mix-up in my understanding of where we were supposed to be meeting...
I had a grand day out none the less.
Having missed the meet-up, I decided to head out North of the city, since I don't get many chances to go out that way. I headed out to Gorge Rd via Greenhill and Penfolds Rds and started to plod my way up the Gorge Rd. Off to my right I happened to spy a sign that said "Corkscrew Rd".
"That'll do." I said to myself... and turned right. I was not ready to carry out the decision I had made. This became apparent to me just below the first hairpin. Having passed a couple of fellas just prior, I was feeling not too bad, but that changed very quickly. I bonked big time. I stopped and walked up to where I could start off again around the bend, having attempted to get back on below the bend... fail!
I took a drink and waited for a car to pass and then back on the bike I went.
I slowed my breathing. I slowed my cadence. I sat down... all the way to the top.
At the top I stopped to have a chat to a young lady and her guide who were preparing for the TdU. Lovely couple of people. Nice smiles and a great jersey on the fella... Black Dog wines. Just as a Womabat-aside: I like that jersey a lot so if anyone has one, in a Medium/Large that they don't want, let me know.
Anyway, I ummed and ahhed as to which way to head from there and decided to turn left to Norton Summit. That was when I spied a house down in the valley. Pic needed, so I stopped for a few seconds.
Headed out to Norton Summit and turned around to head back the way I had come... back to the top of Corkscrew. That was when I acquired up the company of a young rider who was out on his MTB. He was trying to better his older brother's time up Norton Summit Rd. He missed out by 1 minute, riding up in 19 minutes compared to his brother's 18. He is 15 years old and his brother is 18. I told him he had some time to make up that minute.
We had a stop for food and a natter at Marble Hill and I learned that he is starting out in track riding as well as his MTB racing interests. Hopefully we may see him post on this site in the near future. I think he has great potential!
We rode back to the top of Corkscrew together and he disappeared down Montacute Rd. I took the dive down into the Corkscrew and had a nice fun and reasonably fast decent. I rode all the way through to Gorge Rd and did a 'U-turn'. Comon! I yelled and headed back up the hill. This time I was ready. This time I would not stop. This time I would not be beaten... and I wasn't. I employed the same tactic which had seen me up most of the first attempt, I trundled up the Corkscrew. I made it past the first hair-pin and I knew I had won.
I stopped at the top for a drink and a pic and had a motorcyclist stop and have a chat with me. He was waiting for his son and two other high-school aged boys who had ridden down the old freeway, up the old freeway, down Greenhill Rd, across to Gorge Rd and were headed up Corkscrew. Apparently after that they were headed for Mt Osmond Rd. One of them had his sights set on 700k's in 7 days. These lads also have been attending track sessions out at the Velodrome.
I headed off down Motacute Rd, across to Norwood and through the city towards home.
What an awesome ride, and although I am sorry I missed out on meeting some new people for one ride, I ended up meeting a whole swag of people on the flip side. Nice.
So, I haven't had a look at the distance for today, but it won't have been a ton probably. But whatever it was, I am tired... a good tired. I went, I saw and I conquered. I can check Corkscrew off the Bucket list.
Blog you later