Nerd Em's Adventures
It’s Easter Sunday. A public holiday. A long weekend. My dad always said we were not allowed to get hurt on holiday weekends, because under no circumstances was he going to take us to the emergency room in a busy period like that.
So, it’s a good thing my Dad is not here then, for my first trip to an emergency room in Oz. Read more
There are times when you’re riding and the shifting is smooth. The terrain is gentle and there is not much thought or effort required to maintain cadence. And then there are times when the hill is deceptively steep when you are in unknown terrain and you get caught in a gear that isn’t appropriate for the grade. Sometimes you manage to shift into an appropriate gear at the last moment, or with a bit of a grinding clunk. And then there are times when you attempt to shift too much under too much strain, and you end up throwing the chain right off the cogs and finding yourself completely stalled in the middle of a steep uphill. If you’re lucky, you don’t fall off the bike, too, as you throw the chain.
Well, the world threw the chain this week. Read more
DAY 1 – 77 kms
I’m pretty sure if I read the Marie Kondo book and implemented her processes and techniques, the feature photo is what I’d end up with: bicycle, gear, crew and a traffic-free, winding forest road. THIS is what brings me joy. Read more
There are those moments when your heart catches in your throat. It’s a moment of panic, a moment of ‘oh shit’ realization that something’s gone wrong. The level of panic and the immediacy of reaction reflect the seriousness of the situation.
Luckily, I’ve not had too many of those moments in my life. But we had one on this ride where my heart was suddenly in my throat before it dropped to the depths of my stomach. There’s nothing like that feeling to spur you into action. Read more
No, the title is not a typo.
This ride involved a fair bit of Reedy Creek – dropping down to it, climbing back out of it into the Pilot Range, dropping back down to it at Eldorado and then a gradual climb back up to the plateau above it.
It was also the first ride of the rest of my life. Read more
The morning begins with thick smoke and an orange tint to the air. It’s been that way most mornings since the beginning of the year.
They’ve said we were going to get rain on a couple occasions now and we got nothing at all. Today they say we’re supposed to have showers developing. We’ll believe it when we see it. We haven’t had rain since the first day of December.
But somewhere around 11.30, the north-northwesterly that should bring that rain strengthens and blows the smoke away. I’ve been working on coursework, but when I see the opportunity to ride, I pluck it right up. Read more
The road tilts up gently. The wind begins to push hard against your face. You automatically shift into an easier gear to maintain cadence.
Sometimes you can see when you will need to shift. Sometimes you can just feel it. Sometimes it’s subtle; sometimes it’s not.
One of the joys of having ridden for many years is how you know just by instinct when to shift. It becomes automatic and not something you usually even think about.
And so, this year looks like it will be all about shifting. Read more