Big training week - long rides before work and all day on the feet. What better prep for the Kiwi Brevet 2014, to then tack on a sub24 bikepack and a 200km Audax? The Mulgowie 200 fitted the calender nicely.
The Audax ride started at 6am Sat morning in Lowood, 200km around roads I used to ride in my youth. My loose plan was to ride out from work on the southside on Friday arvo, to Mt Crosby, take some back roads out to Pine Mountain and onto Fernvale - stealth bivvy somewhere close to Lowood.
The Indro bridge is a conduit for most of my rides west of the river.
Out to the lumps of Mt Crosby Rd. Every road leads to an adventure...
...which then leads to an offroad adventure. I had seen a few lines on a map and was keen to explore. I had everything I needed - including time - so backcountry trail through lush forest eventually turned into impossibly steep, unrideable hike-a-bike (HAB) rutted doubletrack - it was a maintenance track for a repeater tower. Fantastic training and prep for the kiwi.
That segment over (which was more an out and back form finder for the body and mind) and I was back on dirt road heading for Fernvale. The bike I'm on is my Salsa Fargo ti. This ultra-distance weapon is constantly being honed for the kiwi - a full report is in the works - it's like a 'cross bike on steroids, or a dumped rigid 29er with drop bars - the kinda bike Dr Moreau would ride. In the writeup I'll detail every aspect of the bike, my choice of components and explain why they were chosen.
Sunset came and went, the first of the stars shone until the moon rose a few hours later.
Amazing how many steep dirt roads you still find within a very close radius of Brisbane and Ipswich. My maps didn't show if they were blacktop or dirt - honestly I didn't bother to look in detail either, preferring to just ride it as it came. Ignorance is true bliss - I'll have very little intel on the course of the Kiwi, apart from what I see on topo maps, elevation profile and route, so my strategy is to just accept whatever is there - you can only plan so much - it is what it is. Riding at night helps as you only focus on what you can see.
Vagabond without a care. I found a grassy spot next to the rail trail. I cooked dinner in the park in the centre of town - rule #46 of stealth bivvy is don't cook where you sleep - the food smells and the light from your torches/cooking flame attracts 'unnecessary attention', so cook, then move on for a bit and set up for the night - quickly and quietly. 'Unnecessary attention' can come in the form of troublemakers, property owners and animals - big and small. You don't want food smells around your camp - if you're doing things right and riding hard, you should smell like shit, not food.
This trip I was using the Tarptent Contrail, Exped Synmat 7 sleeping pad, silk liner and Mont Bell down hugger as a quilt. Sleep in the knicks and jersey, add leg warmers. Early rise and food on while the kit gets packed away. Brekky is my regular - fruit muesli, psyllium husk, sugar, powdered milk in a ziplock, just add water. Layer it with a couple of snakes. Semi fancy this one - I'm using hot water. A time saver would be mix and eat brekky, apply sunscreen, then brush teeth all while riding the bike...
It was so lush and green, best I've seen it in years. Some of these areas I've not ridden in over 25 years, was looking forward to seeing some of my old haunts again.
A bunch of about 15 starters at Lowood. Sign in, check off, tick this etc, off we go at 6am onto familiar roads. My bike weighs in at around 20kg - heavier than it truly needs to be for this event, but it was to simulate a kiwi weight with a full load of food and water onboard. The bike will lose about 1kg more when the last list of mods are done, and travelling with a tarp instead of a full tent will cut weight by about 600g. Hehe, in the Fargo build writeup you'll see the lengths and limits I use to save a few weight weenie grams for payload...
Lucerne time, the smell of fresh cut grass on a grand scale is refreshing. The hump you see in the background there is Mt Tarampa. As kids we used to ride our bikes around to the north eastern side, there was an old war bunker there that the local farmers used as storage for their crated potatos - temperature was pretty stable and not a lot of light. Perfect for young kids going through their 'Rambo' phase. We'd cache the bikes, dress in fatigues, fill a pocket with a potato 'K-ration' and skirmish our way up the hill.
Brightview weir was another playground for us - swimming and knot eel fishing. The older, more daring kids would slide down the algae slips on hessian bags, we were just happy jumping off the sides. We'd nick a watermelon from a paddock on the way out, then gorge ourselves on it after a swim. As kids I think we were solar powered, hardly ate but could go all day on that watermelon and sunshine.
Rode with Martin and another bloke for a while, the bike was purring along - no chain - but I needed to ride my own ride. Sitting in and pulling turns in a bunch is social, but my training is based on solo efforts and to avoid a group mentality.
First checkpoint at MaMa Creek. A quick stop, then riding off the back wheel was squishy. Puncture tech talk: rim tape had dislodged, causing the tube to balloon into the spoke nipple hole. The tube then slow leaks through the gossamer thin membrane. Tube presents as having no holes when leak tested, but visibly the tube can have bubble bulges on the inner side. I patch my tubes and never have failures, but sometimes a tube cannot be repaired and replacement is best option.
'Moving forward brings both solitude and excitement to the adventure, as we move away from the constants and into the variables'. Somebody, somewhere may have said this at sometime - it's not quoted text, I just made it up. The heat does things to an idle mind...
This next shot - take a close look at the black specks in the sky. They're not photo artifacts - right through the valley in a Hitchcockesque manner those specks are predatory birds, circling on thermals, eyeing their next meal over freshly ploughed or slashed fields.
The climbs were at about the halfway point - nothing severe, just gentle rollers. These valleys were in an area I was very curious about, as it is a gateway to another area I'll be exploring in the near future. The day was warm - some would say hot - but if you ride within your means it ceases to be an issue.
Now this...is really cool. From the moment this photo was taken, there are 41 days, 9 hours and 1 minute until the Grand Depart of the Kiwi Brevet 2014, from the town with the same name of Blenheim, on the South Island of NZ.
The next checkpoint was at Mulgowie. Not a lot of decent shade so I rolled out after a quick stop and found a Jacaranda in a paddock, a short rest in the heat of the day is a great way to enjoy the ride.
Flowers coloured the roadside, their happy faces refreshing the mind. Shuts up some of the voices in there too.
By now the roads were getting tacky - the bitumen was starting to bubble up and riding on it with my knobby mtb tyres sounded like I was riding on Velcro, that constant ripping sound.
I think I was about 11 when Dad and I set off for our first bikepacking adventure. We left home, panniers packed, off to Atkinsons dam. It stormed all night, tent was useless, we bivvied under one of the shelters there and got marauded by mozzies all night.
Back in Lowood, last checkpoint and a good days riding fully loaded. Back on the rail trail, I noticed some of the brickwork on the rail siding must be convict handiwork, what looks like sandstone bricks - no doubt Helidon sandstone.
Funny that no matter how many tens or hundreds of thousands of km you've ridden in your life, over varied terrain, in darkness, in sweltering heat or arctic -40 below temps, there is still more to learn from your body. Time on the bike gives you time to think things through, experiment, evaluate, conclude.