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Bank Teller's rap-up of Hornsby to Mt White returning via Berowra Waters & Galston Gorge - 100km - 7 crew Early coastal showers evidenced a few wosses in Justine aka Trumpeter and Tornado 'pull-the-pin'. Golly Gosh what happened to the tough get going, when the going gets tough? Fortunately, Harry aka KayakMan, Jane aka Neo-Luddite, Richard aka Sloth, Navigator, Bazza, BankTeller, Whippet ain't scaredy-cats. En route north we passed Caroline heading Sth who had headed out real early, 'cause she had Squaw Chores a beckoning 'back at the shed'. Apologies from BakerBoy (volunteering at the World Seniors Games and committed to more voluntary tasks next week as well), CampyAficionado in Perth, ChiliDog driving busses, PacificPete, who all will be back next week. The highlight of the ride was during the ascent to PitS. BankTeller passed Jane about 1km into the familiar 3.85km climb and muttered that he was going to catch The Whippet who was about 30m ahead and pedaling real hard. Jane retorted, "Good luck." Phil reeled him in with about 600m to go and forged ahead with venom intent on deterring Whippet's competitive edge to fight back. BankTeller eased off about 50m from the top fully content with his hard fought triumph, only to experience the humiliation of The Whippet passing him with a flurry a mere 10m from the top with a broad smile on his noggin, and no time for BankTeller to mount a counter-attack. What ever happened to chivalry and fair play? Scribe 19 Oct '09 |
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