BnC headed off on the much-anticipated Hobart Ouse Hobart ride on Monday morning. Nine riders it total, mounted on tourers, cyclocrossers, roadies, singlespeeds and track bikes. We rode up some stupid hills and I think the three of us who were stuck on fixed gear bikes quite soon realised we were a little foolish. Regardless, the ride was awesome and we rode through some awesome scenery and passed a heap of nifty little backwaters. A headwind plagued the first day, and there was a bit of pain darkening the beautiful sunshine and tail wind on the second day, but the ride passed smoothly without any mechanicals or offs, which is a sure sign that the cycling powers were keeping an eye on us. Ben walked a few of the hills, but kept claiming he ran into nude lesbian pillow fights and was forced to slow down to watch. Gus slowly opened his eyes to the joy that is a cycling chamois. And Damo rode the whole way in the big ring, as a way of showing solidarity with those of us on fixed gear bikes…smart arse.<\/p>\n
I’ve come down with the flu as a direct result of being a useless unfit bastard who’s unused to riding any distance greater than three kilometres, so I’m not going to write any more than that. I’ll leave it up to Liam and his camera to tell the rest of the tale, and hope that some of the other guys can either post some more or throw up some photos (yet to get my film developed).<\/p>\n
Roll on.<\/p>\n