One year later. With a whole lotta climbing experience under my belt I felt a lot more confident with this year’s edition of the Kinglake ride. I was shocked when I showed up for the Tri-alliance rides. Since last year I was a whole new league ahead of where I was. I was, able to go a lot faster than I’ve previously been able to, and was always leading out the front. We did a massive session at the Yarra Boulevard. Part of it they had us race 5 laps of the first part of Yarra Street. Even to this day I’m still 2nd on the leaderboard, and don’t think I was giving it full gas at the time.
Of course being the Kinglake Ride the weather turned sour.
The ride started well, and I smashed it out, and was always pushing out the front. As soon as I hit Kinglake I pushed off on everyone. Only getting passed once on the climb. Whilst leap frogging dozens of climbers on the way up. I pushed on, and at the very point last year when I copped the hypothermia, de ja vu occurred. The weather turned sour and it dropped down to 6 degrees on course and started to rain a bit. I was soaked, and really cold, but I pushed through and was hoping that history wouldn’t repeat itself. When I was nearing the turn off at Glenburn, I started shaking a little & was absolutely freezing.
I had a feeling that like last year, this might just be a very cold pocket and if I kept riding, it would warm-up. It did, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t pleasant conditions, and I felt really bad riding through the last 50km’s of the ride. When I came through Kinglake West, I started to pass the 70 km riders.