24 June, 2012 00:01

Horror in the Dirt.

Saturday’s ride got off to a great start with a meeting at French Fantasies – sadly not a brothel, but a charming little French cafe on Toorak Road. After coffee, croissants, a quick scan of L’Equipe, a packet of Gitanes, a shot of Cognac and a heated argument about existentialism, myself, Peter English and multi-talented Son of Cycling Neil Robinson set off on a a jolly little tour of the rolling countryside toward Kinglake.
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Unfortunately, we took a succession of wrong turns and found ourselves lost in the network of muddy lanes which characterise the region, where we faced a succession of woes – chiefly bandits, wolves, appalling gradients and a redneck gypsy camp deep in the bush, which saw us climbing faster than than Euskaltek-Euskadi’s finest domestiques as mullet-sporting infants waving machetes chased us up the dirt road that passed their lair.

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After 130km’s and 2100 metres of climbing we made in back to the metropolitan safety of Melbourne – but the memories of our trip into the backcountry will haunt us to the grave.

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One thought on “24 June, 2012 00:01

  1. actual photos from the ride:
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    apologies for them all being arse shots… serves you both right for tearing me apart on the hills and leaving me unable to get in front on the flat.

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