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Muggaccinos Pedlars Sunday Cyclists The Bullsheet Sunday, 10 Nov, 7:15am from St Ives for "Brunch at Warriewood" - return via Wakehurst Parkway - 97km - ETR 12:35pm
Snapshot : Rollout St Ives 7:15am Terrey Hills, Duffy’s Forest, West Head (1st Nosh Stop) – pack nibbles), Church Point, Warriewood (2nd Nosh Stop). Return Wakehurst Parkway and Forest Way - ETR St Ives 12:35pm.
1st
Leg: St Ives to
West Head, via Duffys Forest - 41.2km - 113 min
Pack lots of nibbles, ‘cause we take our 1st Nosh Stop (15 min) from 9:05am for a snack and a gawk at the majestic, shimmering blue peninsula - Pittwater/Lion Island stuff. 2nd
Leg: West
Head to Warriewood - 28.8km - 71 min
A neighbourhood, strip-front shopping centre is immediately on RHS in Narrabeen Park Pde. Nautilus Café is about 4 shops along. Sunrise Milk Bar, on the cnr, makes grouse burgers. 3rd Leg: Warriewood beach cafés to St Ives, via Wakehurst Parkway - 26.5km - 84 min
11:20am -
ETR 12:35pm - 97km.
Bank Teller's rap-up of Sunday, 3 Nov, Somersby Bellbirds - 125km - Hot as Hell!
Notwithstanding 5 regulars doing the Gong [Whippet, Publican, Rocket Ros, Kiwi Lass, Kiwi Mike] 12 crew attended on a day that was as Hot as Hell, and as dry as a Sahara Sunset. Malcolm Fraser once captioned, "A week can be a long time in federal politics." Well, a week evidenced an extraordinary contrast in weather at Mt White, where last week the crew was freezing its buns' off. And this week the very same buns were cooken'. Bryony M. was a welcome returnee, having recently recovered from a nasty bingle with a car which evidenced a broken right collar-bone, and a dislocated left one.
Several of the crew sought refuge under the trees at Mt White, where John, the new the new proprietor, has re-established the original nonclamenture, Roadhouse Café, and dropped the label, Village Store. John has also set-up an express coffee bar on the RHS, and using Segafredo Zanetti caffe, has undertaken to fill coffee orders pronto.
Don't know what Torpedo was smiling about in the above pic when we arrived back at PitS early-arvo, 'cause we were all absolutely "buggered", "knackered" and "all things stuffed". We had been on-schedule all day, but that got jettisoned at PitS, where no one was in any hurry to roll on. The pics of Sputnik, spread-eagled above, and dead to the world, together with the below pic of Richard aka Wayfarer, and Bank Teller, similarly prostrate 'n poleaxed, tells it all.
How could the weather on two consecutive Sundays be the antithesis of each other. No matter we all got thru it, but Sergey, in particular, who'd cycled from Eastwood to Hornsby, completed the 125km loop, and cycled back to Eastwood, must've been hurtin'. This little Brown Bunny, who'd taken the easy out by commencing at Berowra, for 102km, grabbed a Siesta shortly thereafter.
More pics from this ride are in this hypertext or under "Sun" on RHS of 10-Nov-02
Whippet’s rap-up of “St Peters - Gong ride” 3rd Nov - 87km
Six Muggs’ departed the old St Peters brick pitt on a hot summer morning (out of furnace into the fire) heading south to be part the mass 10,000+ annual exodus for the “Sydney to Wollongong Bike Ride”. Publican, Pocket Rocket, Kiwi Mardie, Bazza, Cooko 'n Whippet (small fish in a big pond) were underway from a staggered start, amongst a convoy of bikes of all shapes and sizes. Slowly edging our way down the Princes H’way towards Sutherland, we were brought to an abrupt halt at Waterfall to receive a motor cycle escort on the down hill run into the “Royal National Park”. Whereupon we caught up with BN crew [Keith & Fran, Graeme & Debbie, Kin-Yat, & others]. A mono cycle ‘back pedalling’ to reduce speed, dancing to and fro into the path of one of BN riders brought down a number of riders. However, McKell Ave was still very fast with the a number of riders getting tangled up and biting the bitumen, Ouch! The run thru the park was a relief under the tree canopy masking the heat of the morning sun. But alas the rough road surface has not improved with only small sections providing an acceptable hot mix finish. Once outside The Park we passed the familiar Otford Pie shop at the bottom of Bald Hill, a steep little pinch with a coastal breeze, where the hang gliders soar overhead. The next climb to the Clifton Pub was breath taking, mind-zapping stuff in more ways than one, as the view looking south to the finish at Flagstaff Point, took in a coast line of beaches, babes and booze. What are we doing on this seriously hot day mounted above a thin metal frame on two skinny wheels? Should we stop for a drink to dull the pain? The brain has become dull, fogged, distracted by a large numbers of riders with more pleasant ideas. But it’s “soldier on” as the finish line seems all down hill from here. The down hill was fast and exhilarating until we took a sharp left onto the cycle path which was littered by walkers, slower bikes, and local residents who all wanted to take part in their chosen leisure. Flagstaff Point was a welcome sight, as we rounded the bay to join the ever burgeoning brigade of “Gong Ride Finishers!” The Scribe 4 Nov 2002 |
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