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April 23, 2017 – Rising Sun Trophy, 56 km Windmill with finish over The Wall

April 23, 2017 – Rising Sun Trophy, 56 km Windmill with finish over The Wall

THIS, is why we ride! – 23 April 2017

Rising Sun Trophy

Windmill circuit – with finish over The Wall – 56 km

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When a man in his seventies holds them ALL at bay…

The lone intrepid soldier, Graeme “Colonel” Parker lead from gun to flag, to take the chockies and carve his name onto the famous Rising Sun Trophy.
The sole “limit” rider time-trialled his way around 3 laps of Windmill, then ascended the Mur de Learmonth (also known as The Wall) as best he could, he resisted the temptation just to get off, told his “aching knee” to shut up, and zig zagged his way up the notorious “Wall”.
It wasn’t pretty, but he made it first over the top and through no-man’s land to the finish.  For that, we realise, why we ride!

A healthy sized field of 25 gathered to honour the race dedicated to those that served, and in the spirit of community service, all proceeds from today’s race will be donated to a local community organization.
The locals must have got wind of today’s special trophy race with a large crowd of spectators assembled at the start line – granted they were a herd of young dairy cows that thought we were there to feed them – but they appeared genuinely interested in proceedings!  Such was their enthusiasm, the short pinch on Donovan’s Rd has been renamed the “Cowberg”.
Pre-race banter turned to a lengthy discussion about the nature of power and the invention of a new unit of measure, the “twat”.
For your information, 100 twats = 1 rat power.
Like impatient kids at Christmas, a few riders decided to warm up by ascertaining how many “twats” are required to scale The Wall (also known as the Mur de Learmonth), for Craig “Lightie” Lightfoot this wasn’t a great idea as he usually only has one ascent in him on any given day (week? year? decade?).
During all this jocularity, Graeme (30 minutes) slipped away from the start line almost unnoticed, and began his solo mission behind enemy lines.  The stealthy koploper went undetected for the entirety of the race, and while the rest of the race eroded his lead quickly, he found the reserves necessary to hold them at bay.  A classic ride from this hardened warrior, and a well-deserved win.

Off 13 minutes, a small scouting party of three were in pursuit, Roger McMillan, James Gretton and Brian Ure knew which way the Colonel had gone but they couldn’t spot him.  With two large groups behind, the smart race strategy was to race somewhat conservatively and contribute to the chase in a bigger bunch.  They made it to half way before meeting up with reinforcements…

The 7 minute Regiment was replete with nine in its company.  A company of this size is an oddity in club races, however they knitted together well.  With Paul Crack, Stephan Biram and James “Mack” Knipe providing the necessary fire power, all three rode strongly and drove the bunch with enthusiasm and a touch of sadism, especially when the road went up.  Danny “Fidel” Whelan and Bob “Muncher” Morley went about their work with determination, both strong and consistent they rode their turns with metronomic regularity.  Mark “Mocca” O’Callaghan was backing up from a testing race the day before (with sister club BSCC), but you could hardly tell that his legs were screaming.  Following his recent criterium success, Jeremy Humber was out for his first handicap race with Eureka, learning that this is a different “kettle of fish” and that pain can be your “new friend”.  Peter “Fifi” Livitsanis and Craig “Lightie” Lightfoot contributed where they could, but both found it necessary to sit back while the stronger riders drove the pace.  Fifi, just out of hospital, was cautiously undertaking his own personal stress test, he was in better knick than he thought and had plenty left in the tank for the finale!

A lap and a half in and the 13 minute scouts are ambushed, but rather than a summary execution, the 7 minute Regiment decided to conscript them to their cause and put them to work.
Roger McMillan is mentioned in despatches for his courageous sacrifice – working turns with the bunch knowing that every match he burnt was going to count against him on The Wall.  James and Brian did what they could – but preservation was their first priority – both hung in as long as they could, Brian only dislodged on the last lap up Crick’s Hill.
Left turn at the church on Coghills Creek Rd and the Wall loomed large on the horizon!!!
Lightie, having already ridden a prelude “Wall” ascent, was dubious about his chances of featuring in the finish, and instead sacrificed the few “twats” he had remaining on the front, to keep the bunch clear of the achtervolgers.
Impatient for the off, and to the surprise of the bunch, it’s a (James Knipe) Mack Attack!  Very early on the preliminary slopes, he stays clear to the bottom of the final climb.  Mack might be a puncheur, but The Wall punches back, and early on the steep ramp he finds himself calling for the medic.  Next, James Gretton cannot contain the adrenalin any further and attacks the climb, he opens a 10 metre gap but the lights dimmed before the climb relented and The Wall took another scalp.  Having sat on the back trying to hang onto wheels on the flat, the relatively fresh lightweight Fifi, plays his card halfway up the steepest section and kicks clear of the field, crawls past James and opens a gap back to his poursuivants Danny “Fidel” Whelan and Stephan Biram.  Topping the parapet, Fifi engages the “big dog” (aka the large chain ring) and sprints for the downhill finish line.  Behind, Fidel has distanced all but Stephen and the two battle it out for third, Stephen proving the faster and claims the final podium spot.

The 2 minute regiment of achervolgers were maintaining a mad pace – up over 39 kph is “scratch” riding.  Is it possible, or is Peter Kiel lighter than last time we saw him?  Well, not sure about that, but he’s still quick, climbs well and has a steely conviction to race.  Pete Canny was a winner yesterday at Springmount (BSCC) and was looking to double up the chocky quotient.  Matty Ayres was encouraged to test himself in better company as too was Duncan “Psycho” Bates.  The large bunch also welcomed new rider Peter “Norman” Gunston for his first race with Eureka, a great first up ride from him!  The rock of the group was Stu Brien, of course he can be relied on to push a big gear on the flat – but today he proved himself on The Wall – outclimbing the rest of this company.  Rick “Sudso” Calvert is starting to find his racing legs and today’s finale suited him when he’s in top knick.
This tightly knit group shared the work around, maintaining their 2 minute advantage to Scratch and steadily gaining on the front of the race.
Into the last lap and while the mission looked futile, they coursed on, hopeful that something might appear on the radar soon.  Sure enough their persistence was rewarded as the 7 minute bunch came into view around the final corner.
Encouraged, the pace found another level and mid way up The Wall, they stormed into the back of the 7 minute bunch now spread all over The Wall like a Jackson Pollock painting.
This ignited a flurry of attacks, and the world went topsy-turvy, the solid sprinter Stu breaking clear up the steep slope, towing Peter Kiel towards the top, then to complete the reversal of roles, Kiellie rewards Stu by out-sprinting him to the finish, to claim 5th.
Just when you thought things couldn’t get more surreal, the efforts of the bunch also rewarded Kiellie with fastest time – will wonders never cease?

So what became of the Special Forces Scratch bunch?  With a meagre 4 riders chasing two large bunches up the road it was always a chance that this was “A bridge too far”.  Club Champ Greg Ley and the sponsor of the race, Dean “Phantom” Wells were undaunted and combined with Tony “TIS” Mirabella and Brendan “Scheems” Schiemer to attempt the almost impossible.
A two minute gap may seem insignificant, but despite Scheems put in his two fastest taps of windmill ever, and TIS and Greg both having great races, the gap wasn’t coming down.  Late into the race, when all seemed lost, they all rode for each other to try to preserve fastest time, but despite superhuman efforts even this goal proved elusive, second scratch (Kiellie) taking fastest time by a mere TWO seconds.

Results:
1st – Graeme Parker (30 min)
2nd – Peter Livitsanis (7 min)
3rd – Stephen Biram (7 min)
4th – Danny Whelan (7 min)
5th – Peter Kiel (2 min)
Fastest Time: Peter Kiel (2 min) in 1h 27m 10s, ave. 38.7 kph

Photo: A proud Graeme post presentations.

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ABANDONED – cycling race – 9th April

ABANDONED – cycling race – 9th April

Due to SEVERE weather, the Committee has taken the decision to ABANDONED the scheduled bicycle race for today – BicycleCalendar.com Handicap

The Bureau of Meteorology has issued a SEVERE WEATHER WARNING for the Central District.  Ballarat is in the middle of the the area experiencing the damaging winds and rainfall.

Please be safe and ride indoors today.

Eureka Cycling Club committee

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March 26 and April 2, 2017 – Autumn Criterium Series

March 26 and April 2, 2017 – Autumn Criterium Series

Autumn Criterium Series 2017

Round 1 - March 26

Production Drive, Alfredton

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In the week of Mario Cipollini’s 50th birthday, it was the most un-Cippo racers that we raise a glass to.

A Grade

What does it take to beat Tony “The Italian Stallion” Mirabella in a crit?  Well, A Grade might have worked it out…but only just.
The signs were there early that something was afoot – a “no-so-fresh” Tony who had raced the day before – and three likely lads showing up together at the last moment to sign on, perspiring like horses from a pretty intensive warm up.
It was a cunning plan, so cunning you could bang a tail on it and call it a fox.

From the start Greg Ley was keen to set a pretty good pace to toughen up affairs and perhaps take the sting out of the sprinters.
Dean Wells was also prominent early but then for some inexplicable reason toned it down and stopped being the pacesetter, even when he found himself off the front he actually sat up!  Most un-Phantom like!
Stu Brien has a reputation as a bit of a crit monster and found himself in elite company, but undaunted he attacked about 12 minutes into the race, putting 30 metres into them in the blink of an eye.  His lead stretched to the length of the home straight before anyone really tried to reel him back in.
Greg and Tony Mirabella did the bulk of the work, with little assistance from Rick Calvert and Richard Taylor – Dean, feet up, whistling quietly to himself, just went along for the ride.

The intermediate sprint arrived with Stu still out on his escapade, and he was rewarded for his 20 minute breakaway with the sprint win (by a handsome 29.5 sec) for $5, good value for effort that.  Anyway, eventually Stu tired after being out front for probably 20 minutes.  He had recovered some energy during the last few laps it took Greg and Tony to catch him, so he was able to latch on to the rear quite easily.

The race careened along at an average over 38 kph, which wasn’t fast enough from President Faulkner who was heard encouraging the lads from the sidelines, “have a go” he bawled at them as they sped past.
Richard Robocop Taylor was also in an uncharacteristically watchful mood, content to counter Greg’s attacks but not ambitious enough to launch his own, and he sat snuggly on Tony’s wheel for most of proceedings.
Tony was keen to animate the race with constant changing of pace and racing out of corners, however there seemed to be an unwritten script to this race as the rest of the field sat off him and rode tempo to bring him back in, he was burning matches for little result.  Is there intelligence emerging in the A Grade field?
Rick “Sudso” Calvert looks like he’s cut his own hair, it is shorter, but he looks like a chewed toothbrush now.  Saturday he was feeling rubbish and could hardly keep up with C grade riders, today he was a man reborn and he threw caution to the wind put in a few flyers throughout the race.  Perhaps not taking these seriously enough, the rest of the field failed to respond until Greg saw a crack of light spring from the door of opportunity and he went with him just before we got the call for two laps.  With that call, Greg and Rick had a handy 20 metre break on the field.
Robocop and The Phantom Wells ramped the pace up behind and closed the gap, but didn’t complete the catch in fear that Tony would probably attack.
Bell lap and Greg dropped off the lead to just leave Rick out in front.  Rounding the bottom corner, The Phantom got onto Rick’s wheel, with Stu and Tony just behind (and in the gutter).
Around Muncher’s corner and Rick was emptying the bottom drawers of courage as he persisted, Phantom stuck it to them on the corner and opened a small gap and clicked up one more gear – time to grit the teeth and hold – perhaps he can sprint afterall?
Closing to the line Tony was moving up fast on the inside.  Phantom redoubled the effort as the crowd was going nuts on the sidelines, wanting to see a darkhorse win.  This seemed to spur Phantom on for just the two seconds he needed to hold his sprint and he crossed the line winning by half a wheel.
Stu got caught wide coming around the home turn but sprinted through the field to claim third.

Results:
1st – Dean Wells
2nd – Tony Mirabella
3rd – Stuart Brien
Int. sprint – Stuart Brien

B Grade

Paul Crack arrived on the start line and with his name tag hovering over A grade on the white board, admits to the handicapper that he’s on drugs today (for gastro), the handicapper takes pity on him, and slots the poor suffering soul into B Grade with the rest of the invalids.  His guts might have been in a twist but his legs seemed to work just fine – lesson for the handicapper.
Mark “Mocha” O’Callaghan, Steve Biram and James “Mack the Knife” Knipe were all backing up from a hard-fought Open with legs that felt like pushing cooked spaghetti through custard.
Today B Grade also welcomed a new rider to Eureka – Brian Ure is no stranger to racing, son of a traditional Ballarat cycling family, and racing himself since before he could walk.  A bit of a test for him today and riding a classic steel Paconi resplendent with downtime shifters.  The handicapper had a wary eye on him and rightly so, Brian is a poised, smooth pedalling, smart rider, who only imposed himself late in the race.
Not so patient, Steve Biram was in a feisty mood, his mantra for the day was Attack-Recover-Repeat.  On occasion he was off the front by 50 metres but was returned to the fold usually by Mocha and Paul riding tempo.

The intermediate sprint was contested by the full field, all together on the turn and an honest dash for the cash, Mocha and Crack seeing it through as the rest eased up once they realised they weren’t in this one.  Paul eclipsing Mocha for $5.

Closing in on the last few minutes of the race and Brian who had been as patient as a temple full of monks, finally selected “the” gear, this went unmarked by all except the relatively unsighted Fifi, who has a keen eye for Italian steel and classic bikes, he knew Brian wasn’t reaching for his water bottle.  Brian roars out of his hibernation and launches a full blooded attack, so late in the race it couldn’t go unmarked, even though it was so far out.  Fifi covered the move, but the rest were strung out like Christmas tree lights on the Christmas tree of carnage.

Bell lap, the rest of the field was pulling itself together for a chase when the second surge kicks in around the bottom corner, however Brian’s matchbook is empty and he sputters to a close in the back straight.  Fifi looks back sees a 30 metre gap, pinning his ears back, he buries everything into the last 500 metres and scampers away a clear winner from a fast finishing Paul and Mack.

Results:
1st – Peter Livitsanis
2nd – Paul Crack
3rd – James Knipe
Int. Sprint – Paul Crack

C Grade

Graeme Parker had sweat on his brow as he rolled up for a start, having left his commute to the race to the last moment, at least he was warmed up, and hopefully not worn out.  Graeme needed his racing legs on today as Eureka welcomed back one of its favourite sons to C Grade, the evergreen Barry Robinson making his first appearance for some time and Rob Young was at the race early pacing around like a caged tiger.

Despite being a group of three, the race was conducted at a cruel pace designed to dampen the enthusiasm of any would-be solo artists.  This lively speed saw C Grade keeping pace with B Grade for much of the first half of the race, and indeed Graeme threw in a few attacks that saw C Grade steam past B Grade.

The intermediate sprint saw Barry skip clear from a less than enthusiastic Graeme to take the modest honours, Graeme had bigger fish to fry today and didn’t know how his dodgey knee would hold up, like-as-not it only had one real sprint in it.

The race settled as it became apparent that these evenly matched combatants were heading to a sprint finish. Barry and Rob were buoyed by their early performance against Graeme so far, and eagerly pursued the rest of the race.  Little did they know that Graeme had a nitro canister still tucked in his back pocket.

The pace quickened with two laps to go as the threesome jockeyed for position into corners.  The bell lap saw Graeme and Barry open a small gap on Rob which they exploited with some hard cornering around Munchers.  Graeme assessed how his knee was feeling, looked across at Barry, smiled, and hit the nitrous, his back wheel spinning with explosive force he kicked clear.  Barry was sucked along more than holding his wheel, Graeme sprinting like a 17-year-old for the win.

Results:
1st – Graeme Parker
2nd – Barry Robinson
3rd – Robert Young
Int Sprint – Barry Robinson

Round 2 - April 2

Production Drive, Alfredton

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Whispered allegations of mechanical doping as two of Tony Mirabella’s bikes were ridden to victory today.
Could this be Tony testing out an early proto-type?

A Grade

Tony “The Italian Stallion” Mirabella restored order to the universe by easily accounting for a much depleted A Grade field of three.
With registration drawing to a close it looked like Tony might be racing himself, when finally Stu Brien and Rob Phillips rolled up.  Stu and the Big Mig were probably looking for a bigger field to share the load, but they took up the challenge like the masochistic individuals we know them to be.
A small consolation was the knowledge that, even though they were probably racing for second, they would both finish on the podium.

Stu decided the best form of defence was self-annihilation as he animated the race early, Rob took a counter race plan of sitting in and have his legs pulled off slowly.  Surely it was all just a matter of time before Tony dropped the hammer and asserted his dominance.  However, Rob and Stu were not going away easily and seemed to enjoy their time in the hurt locker, perhaps even taunting Tony like condemned men on the gallows.

With two to go, Tony regally dismissed the pair from his presence and sauntered off to claim his prize.
In the sprint for second, Rob still had a few matches left while Stu’s sprinting wallet only had a couple of dead moths and a used train ticket in it.

Results:
1st – Tony Mirabella
2nd – Rob Phillips
3rd – Stuart Brien

B Grade

Jeremy Humber was in the right place at the right time to take an untidy sprint.  Jeremy expertly navigating the confusion from the front, while shutting the door on a couple of the main contenders.  B Grade had heads on ‘em like mice, the 11 starters making this the biggest crit field ever assembled at Eureka, and a unique racing experience for those accustomed to more intimate racing experiences.
The main aggressors Duncan Bates, Paul Crack and Matt Ayres with an occasional flourish from James Knipe.
Bob Morley content to stay mid pack and let Mark O’Callaghan and Roger McMillan close down the sporadic sortees.
Danny Whelan and Brian Ure watched proceedings from the rear discovering that with such a large field, the exit out of each corner was a bit of a sprint to stay in touch, they were blowing smoke by mid race.
Jeremy kept himself tidy and patient for the race and looked the most unlikely of winners until it really mattered.

The big field kept everyone watchful, not so much for who was jumping off the front but for who went second or third, and what sort of combination that made out the front.

As the race entered the final 10 minutes attacks became more frequent and vigorous but seldom did the field allow any more than two riders away and by less than 50 metres.
With two to go it seemed everyone was content on a late sprint, no long distance raids and the slightest suggestion of someone even changing gears was met with a howl of alarm.

Final lap and the pace picked up with 500 metres to go, then almost stopped into the wind around the last corner, no one wanted to lead this one out.  This allowed Jeremy to claim the prized inside running, the slackening pace also encouraged Mocha to accelerate from the rear of the field cornering wide, Bob and Roger accepting this gift lead-out to move up.
A messy last corner saw nine riders exit almost together, with wheels crossing and curses thrown it was just a slugfest to the line.
The blanket finish saw the first six over the line with less than two bike lengths in it.  Matt Ayres made up some ground on the inside as did Paul Crack but it didn’t open up for them, and they were left sprinting in third gear.

Results:
1st – Jeremy Humber
2nd – Paul Crack
3rd – Matt Ayres

C Grade

Rob Young stormed home to win C Grade in a final sprint from Graeme Parker who faded late in the sprint, was that his knee or his brakes that locked up in his reverse sprint for second?
C Grade also welcomed back Brad Crit Monster Eppingstall for his first race since Moses was a boy.  Brad has got a bit of building to do and while he rode in the wheels for the first half, a series of attacks from Rob and Graeme saw him distanced to ride out the race by himself.

In a repeat of last week the C Graders kept pace with, and occasionally went past the B Graders, however this week there were only two of them and eleven B Graders, both Graeme and Rob are in better knick than you might expect and will be a more than a handful in the handicap races coming up.

Results:

1st – Robert Young
2nd – Graeme Parker
3rd – Brad Eppingstall

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March 19, 2017 – Coghills Creek, 59 km Graded Scratch racing

March 19, 2017 – Coghills Creek, 59 km Graded Scratch racing

Friendly faces everywhere – 19 March 2017

Graded Scratch

Coghills Creek circuit – 59 km

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Give a man a fish and feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime.

Teach a man to cycle and he will realise fishing is stupid and boring.
- Desmond Tutu

A Grade

Tony Mirabella sprinted clear to win what was literally a recovery ride for this legend of Eureka.  Having raced the Collier, and placing in the top 10 the day before, Tony was content to sit in for the first two laps before dropping the hammer, on a make-shift A grade field.

A Grade? – Well, not really.  A couple of B Graders stepped up to pad out the field a bit and ensure that whoever took third place would get some cash.
Tony Mirabella was the only legitimate A Grader, or was he?  Richard Robocop Taylor proved yet again the dark horse of the field, the only other rider to test Tony in the finale, even had a crack at him late in Donovan’s Rd.  Obviously riding well at the moment he deserved his second place.
Rob “Big Mig” Phillips, Bob “Muncher” Morley and Peter “Fifi” Livitsanis rode along, the Big Mig to ensure a solid tempo, Muncher to close down Robocop and Fifi to make up the numbers.

B Grade probably went quicker for the first lap, everyone playing “nice” while Tony warmed up and so Fifi could feel like he was part of the race for a while.
Into the second lap, riding past the church, Fifi is panting when Bob nonchalantly asks “when is the this race going to start?” – Muncher is in sparkling form at the moment, Fifi as relevant in this race as a cat flap in an elephant house.  Tony must have heard this chit chat, coming out of the sharp left hand corner he attacks, Fifi missed that one and just as Big Mig’s tail light went out, so too did Fifi’s lights – all of them.

Muncher, Big Mig and Robocop go clear with Tony.  They settle and consolidate before Tony and Robocop go again, this time shelling Muncher, then Big Mig.
With Tony and Robocop going clear passed the quarry on the last lap, Muncher whistles Big Mig back, rather than chase as individuals.  Together they share the futile chase, and to duke it out for third.

Into Donovans and, undaunted by the fearsome reputation of his opponent, Robocop digs the spurs in and surprises Tony with his aggression.  Suddenly Tony realises he’ll have to race for the win today and engages top gear.  The pair are only separated by Tony’s kick for the line.Results:

1st – Tony Mirabella
2nd – Richard Taylor
3rd – Rob Phillips

B Grade

A grade might have slept in, or had a better offer, but B Grade were amassed in big numbers.  Nine riders on the whiteboard, including a newish rider Jeremy Humber – welcome Jeremy (p.s. not a bad start to your racing year at Eureka!).
Another race decided in the last 5 kms today.
The tip of a whip travels faster than the speed of sound, as does the fast finishing Paul Crack, with a sprint tuned-up at mid week crits, the sonic boom of his victorious sprint frightened dogs in Wendouree.  Easily eclipsing his remaining rivals for his maiden win at Eureka and write his name into the book of honour.
The newly retired, Craig Lightfoot has time on his hands to train and travel (more of the later recently and less of the other), however today this grey nomad went walkabout late in the race to seek enlightenment at a nearby ashram.
Mark “Mocha” O’Callaghan still displays the residual benefits of a summer triathlon campaign and his overly active adrenal gland ensures an animated race. Just when you think you’ve got him in the hurt locker, he’ll look up, smile and give you a cheer.
The McMillan clan coat of arms features a rampant black lion, brave and ferocious, the clan crest brandishes a two handed sword and a motto Miseris Succurrere Disco which translates to “I endeavour to care for the distressed” obviously “care” and “slaughter” meant the same thing in the 10th century. Roger “the Rampant” McMillan is no stranger to “distressing” other riders and then taking good “care” of them.
James “Mac” Knipe used Saturday’s Collier as a warm up for a big enough weekend of punishment, his old broken bones holding up to this very special fitness test.
James Gretton was looking pretty drawn after the race, partly due to the trials of racing a higher grade and partly due to his recent “slimming”.  James has stepped up in class this season, was only shelled late along with Mac and Lightie.
Jeremy Humber sampled Eureka racing last season, but just realised he’s a vet now and doesn’t have to race with mad teenagers anymore.  With a good result today we hope to see more of him.
The tireless Brian Lee – guaranteed to have a go from a long way out – especially with a field laced with such prodigious sprinting talents, the rest of the bunch needed to stay calm and absorb the inevitable but gradual acceleration.  A pleasing day out for Brian, finishing in the top 5.
The irrepressible Danny Fidel Whelan rounded out the field.  Fidel can only count to two, as that’s how many gears he uses in a race, and they are both huge, he forgot what the small ring is for years ago.  His tenacious racing spirit puts him at the front of the field when no one else would dare.

The pinch point in the race came on the rise in Donovans Rd with Mocha dialling up the pain, Paul, Jeremy, Brian and Roger responded, the rest were gapped.
The remaining five settled for a sprint, what did they have left?  The pace increased to flat out sprint, then Paul found the hyperspace button and in two pedal strokes disappeared into tomorrow.  With eyes popping out of his head, Jeremy held off Mocha.

Results:
1st – Paul Crack
2nd – Jeremy Humber
3rd – Mark O’Callaghan

C Grade

With a bus load of extended family members cheering from the side of the road, Jude Jonasson waited for the last rise up Donovan’s Road to pull out the broad sword and leave devastation in her wake.  The other two combatants Rob Young and Garry “Lance” Armstrong watched as Jude simply rode them out of her wheel and sail to a solid win.

60 km is a long race when there’s just three in the field, and small numbers usually mean that the winning break is late, if not a sprint finish.
Such it was today, the trio exchanging smiles and pleasantries on the start line but simmering just below the surface was the steely conviction of Spartans.  The first two laps were completed as a dress rehearsal for the main event, then it came time to win a bike race.
Faces turned grim, bigger gears were selected and plans were made…

Into Donovan’s Road for the last time and Jude sprung her cunning plan, launching on the rise and turning herself inside out to hold for the three kilometres to the line.  Garry, a seasoned campaigner was re-acquainted with his old friend “suffering” as he tried in vain to hold Jude’s wheel.  Rob was popped on the hill and try as he might the gap was a bridge too far.
Jude sailing into harbour clear for an impressive win, Garry then Rob rounding out the placings

Results:
1st – Jude Jobnasson
2nd – Garry Armstrong
3rd – Robert Young
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