I've had a pretty dramatic 24 hours.
First off, last night I was riding with a friend down prospect road, he swerved and clipped my tire, and I came tumbling down. (Just a couple of bruises, nothing too much to worry about). The bike was fortunately fine, and we went on our way. The guy who saw it happen probably thought we were a pair of idiots though.
Then this morning the two of us went for a slightly bigger ride, thought we'd tackle Norton Summit for the first time. I've done Mt Lofty a few times before, so I was confident of getting up there fine, but did wonder where my time would be. I thought anything around 20 minutes and I'd be more than happy. Off we went, and nary had I gone 10 kilometers, and I got a flat. (a couple of cyclists passed me looking dejected near the MFS shed on the parade) This wasn't the end of the world, but it did take an awful long time to fix it. We got going again, eventually, and by now the day was really starting to heat up.
There were no more dramas on the way to Norton Summit, and I entered the climb first at a pretty steady 10 miles an hour. I assumed my mate Angus was right behind me, but didn't look back until I came around the first proper bend... and couldn't see him! Knowing I could expect a call if anything was wrong, I pushed on, and on, and on. I expected the hill to get harder, but little did I know that Norton Summit is a very even climb with everything to offer and little to say against it. I changed up a couple of gears, settling in at 11 or 12 miles an hour, and before I could blink twice (I blinked a lot more than twice) I'd hit the top. Not too long after Angus made it up as well. He got 22 minutes flat, so I knew I was close to my goal, but I had to wait till I got home for strava to tell me.
My time? 18:22, chuffed doesn't start to describe it.
Next time I'll try to get below 18 minutes, I reckon.
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