Beep Beep Beep. Damn you alarm clock
Sunday morning wake up. It's hot. It's windy. I want more sleep.
Sunday morning, out at Hurstbridge, Time Trial Showdown No.2. It's still hot. It's still windy. I want more coffee.
Sunday morning, out on the course. It's really hot. It's even windier. I want more power.
Sunday morning, just crossed the finish line. I'm baking in my skin suit. Sweat is stinging my eyes. That guy has again taken the prize.
Sunday lunch time, Big Ms, Cokes, shit talking and relief that the ride is over.
Sunday afternoon. Tired legs, stiff necks and bike seat examined prostates. The day is done, the race is won and Lama and myself retreat from the cool shade of the Smiths Gully General Store to descend back to our cars and back home to recover for the next installment. Donna Buang. This will be a classic, balls to wall sufferfest.
Although I cannot make the next two Coburg TT's, that doesn't stop anyone else from going out. Coburg are doing a sensational job of creating a friendly and inviting atmosphere that is all about fun. Aside from Shane and my good self there is no hostile or overly competitive atmosphere here. Just great people, great fun and great suffering. Bring it on.