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Muggaccinos Pedlars Sunday Cyclists - The Bullsheet 1. Sunday, 29 July - Tour de Windsor - i) from Turramurra @ 8:30am via M2, Riverstone, Vineyard to Windsor ii) or from Dural @ 9am via Kenthurst, Maraylya to Windsor then following the 37km Wilberforce, Ebenezer, Sackville loop, both groups return via Maraylya, Glenorie, Dural (104km) or onto Galston, Hornsby, Turramurra (133km) Ø Ride contacts:
Ø Hardcopy these instructions and also the Ride Schedule (accessible by double clicking on the "104 or 137km" in "Rides Calendar & Bullsheets") and bring on Sunday a) Cycling to Windsor i) from Turramurra station
car-park – 47.5km
to Windsor:
ii)
from “Hills
Tourist Info Centre” car-park (656B
Old Northern Rd Dural – UBD 131 -
on
LHS just after Porter Scenic Lookout and before Dural Country Club) – 35km
to Windsor: b)
Wilberforce, Ebenezer, Sackville anti-clock loop 37km: Over the ensuing 5-6 km (as we wind from cycling NW twds Sackville, then fleetingly W then SW, then S) we pass the Tizzana Winery and a lily farm opposite. Then, out of the blue, as we commence heading S is about 200m of unsealed road. We then arrive at the “T” intersection where Tizzana Rd meets Sackville Rd and re-group 2nd Sag Stop (3 min). The Sackville Ferry is visible about 300m on the R. We tthen L back along Sackville Rd which returns us to Ebenezer, Wilberforce and Windsor. At 1pm we take a 2nd Nosh Stop (35 min) in another café at Windsor. c)
Returning to start points The Dural contingent’s ETR is 3:10pm [104km]. The Turra’ contingent then heads further south along Old Northern Rd, Wylds Rd, Arcadia Rd to GreenShades Café for a 3rd Nosh Stop [108km] at 2:15pm (25 min) with an ETR at Turra’ of 4:15pm after taking the short cut along the east side of the rail line [133km]. Bank Teller's abridged rap-up of Sunday, 22 July, Quatre Montagnes - 85km sloshfest Smack on schedule at 10:20am five rain-drenched, drowned rats (Tony The Publican, ToothFairy, Racounter, Nick The Pom, and Annie Oakley) were chomping into either Eggs Benedict or Vegan omelettes, washed down with delightful Mokador coffee. ToothFairy had solicited, "How does the moisture find its way into every, simply every nook 'n cranny?" PJ had responded, "I feel like I'm in a wetsuit". Luighi had a beaut gas heater set-up under the sheltered patio at GreenShades, and it did the trick by returning some life into our shivering bones, also partially drying our drenched gloves 'n arm-warmers which we threw around it, hopeful of miracles. Hitherto, the Highland Mist had regularly misted, as though it had some old scores to settle with Sydney's recent run of mild Winter weather - as though "cumulus whatever they're called" were attempting to assert their authority over the brill sunshine of the morn' before. With
visibility less than spectacular thereabouts, 'twasn't surprising that we hadn't encountered the
usual congregations of Sunday cyclists. But they must've been out there somewhere,
'cause cyclists wouldn't let a little dampness in the depths of Winter deter 'em
attending their regular Sunday service. Having
re-fueled on two rounds of coffees/scrumptious googie eggs,
and after voting to skip the extra four clicks Wylds Rd adjunct, our
fivesome soldiered north for the Berowra Punt. The initial few clicks twds
Arcadia was at a pace not inconsistent with the first 100m upon diving into
North Sydney Pool "when they got boiler problems", as we
strived to "unrustify" those clunky joints. Annie had spied a small patch of
blue sky further north, and we were determined to find it. Earlier in the
ride, PJ had learned that Nick's wife had played her first game of comp
soccer the day before and was not only "over the moon" as her
team collected "the two competition points", but also "cock
a hoop" for picking up
the "best 'n fairest". Hence, with
a munificent and sports loving wife and two billy lids waiting upon his
return to Mt Colah, The Pom took the first ferry as he didn't
want to go into debit points. Somehow
just out of Galston The Publican had temporarily "got lost", but
he found us and we trudged up from The Punt, lugging a
few extra pounds of damp lycras to the abandoned Health Food Store for
a brief respite, 'cause that blessed rain hadn't abated and it wasn't the
climate to stand around shooting the breeze. But before we
re-mounted, point of order Mr Chairman, "one of the members has a motion
to put". By
unanimous vote we decided to skip the final climb from Bobbin Head,
reasoning rather
to return along the east side from Hornsby to Turra' 'cause we'd had
enough fun in this sloshfest. But 20 min
later, as we approached the L into familiar Bobbin Hd, and with the "mist
still misting", we either forgot our resolution or our consciences got
the better of us, whereupon we all hooked a left for one more hill.
With Annie having peeled-off at
Hornsby, on cue at 1:50pm a lean team of three remaining Sodden Soldiers returned to Turra',
resembling crippled ducks ‘n mud
rats. PBs and who won le maillot jaune were the
furthest thing from our focus, but we’s was well-satisfied with weathering the
worst of a less than perfect mid-Winter's day. With every dark cloud there's a
silver lining, 'cause this Brown Bunny
did what he'd managed to put off for too long, and washed his bike post
ride - just couldn't put it away
looking like something
the dog dragged in. Following
Nautilus Café
Warriewood
-
100km
- 8:30am from St Ives - ETR 2:15pm
The
Scribe
- 24
July 2001
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