Muggaccinos Pedlars Sunday Cyclists - The Bullsheet

Sunday 16 Sept "Breakfast at Brooklyn on the Pier" - 85/55/25km.  8am from Turra' or 8:45am from Hornsby

*    Ride contact is Brian Willis     9807.6439 hm

*    Hardcopy these directions and bring on Sunday

*    Cyclists commencing at Turra' do not pass by the
      alternate Hornsby start point, rather usually catch
      those departing from Hornsby when approaching
      Brooklyn

*    There will be no Ride Leader at Hornsby

• Longer Ride - 82km
  Arrive Turramurra car park [N/E side of station] by 7:50am for an 8am departure in/out of Bobbin Head, arriving at Kalkari Reserve after 13.5km around 8:35am for our 1^st Sag Stop (5 min). Around 9am, after passing Asquith Golf Course on our LHS, we R from Belmont Pde onto the Pac Highway at the lights. Then it is due north to the Hawkesbury where after descending from Pie in the Sky, we R into Brooklyn Rd [about 400 metres short of old Brooklyn Bridge] at 9:35m for the 3km saunter into sleepy Brooklyn.
  
• Shorter Ride [50km]
  Arrive at Hornsby car-park [100 metres Nth/West of the Railway Hotel in Jersey St] by 8:35am for an 8:45am roll out and cycle 600 metres north up Jersey St, taking a short L, followed by a R 60 metres later [at traffic lights] onto Old Pacific Highway for the 25.9km ride to Brooklyn’s water's edge.

Whilst we will pass Cowan station around 9:20am. Don’t wait for us, rather we’ll see you at the Red Herring. ETA Brooklyn is 9:45am.  If the weather is sunny, the glistening blue water of Brooklyn provides a delightful ambience to fill one's face.  After Brunch on the Pier, we commence our return from 10:20am, with a helter skelter sprint back to Pie in the Sky where the KOM will be fiercely contested, even though "it is not a race", arriving at the scenic grassy knoll shortly at 10:45am for 2^nd Nosh Stop (20min) on Segafredo [8½ out of 10] and Maggot Sacks with chunks of real meat.

Whippet’s rap-up of Sunday 9 Sept, Eastwood, Narrabeen and Surfside Café 80km

On a pleasant sunny morning, Spring had changed the drab colours of winter apparel worn by the 16 riders.  However, those who braved the early start at Eastwood were more rugged-up.  But where was our ride leader, while we were getting cold, delayed by the first flat.  A quick sprint up Ryde Rd, put us back on target for the 8am St-Ives pick-up, Rock Solid, Gentle George, F1-Alain, Temperate.   Pocket Rocket Ros, a trim, taut package whom Whippet had met the previous day was a new starter. (Maria T had a flat and missed starting).  Until the meeting up with the Tortoise Troup, all 14, including Carolyn were seated outside in the dappled sunlight at the Surfside Café before the Hare Brigade arrived around 9.30am, delayed by a second flat, after fording the causeway, while this was being repaired Simond, Doug, Alain, played Musical Tunes, “Rock in a Hard Place” on Rock Solid’s rear wheel.  The rest of us including trikes of Keith & Fran dried out from the causeway splash.  Some of us were lucky we’d moved to tables inside as the wind had blown up, Ros had almost turned solid outside in the wait, for French Toast and other Tasty Titbits, washed down with scrumptious MoKador coffee. 

The advance party by now had left and the Speed Machines aka Blue Beard (or is Whiskers more apt), Whippet, Temperate, alas Pocket Rocket was cold (not fired up) and on a tight corner came unstuck and had to be transported home by car. We wish her a speedy recovery.  Blue Beard pulled ahead by more than just a Hares Breath from Whippet, Rookie Troy and Trikes on the hard slog up McCarrs Creek, Rd, oblivious to the drama which lay behind, special thanks to Doug, also Rolf who remained with our patient, Ros, until transport arrived.  

After a regroup and long delay at Terrey Hills, we made our way back along Mona Vale Rd, (another flat) and ‘twas great to get a cherry wave from (Ros, in car) before St Ives car park, [66km,] Turra’, car park, then down/up Browns Water Hole to Eastwood Station [79km.]

NB:  There’s been a limited response from the Scribe / Raconteur, only a phone message saying he was enjoying things with a mumbled voice, sounded a bit like? The French Riviera, What No Hills?

The Whippet  - 11 Sept 2001