Two days had passed since my epic failure at the 3 Peaks. I had a decent ride yesterday, and still felt pretty tired today. Chris drove me down to Dinner Plain, and was going to give that a go. That first climb leaving Omeo was a pearler, and just kept going on and on, averaging 6% for 7.5 km’s:
Cycling across Dinner Plain
I was climbing really well, and could have easily ridden off on Chris. But slowed down a bit to keep together. Honestly I was pushing a little extra to dish out some pain on him. Dinner Plain was amazing to ride, and is horrendously undulating, and quite epic. The scenery can be quite diverse, and very open. I was doing a fair bit of the pace making, and we were flying without really pushing ourselves.
The longer we rode the worse I was feeling & Chris just got stronger as we went. Just as we approached the final climb up to the back of Hotham surprisingly we copped a head. This sapped the last of my energy & I started to feel nauseous. The head wind was surprising as most of the ride there was no wind. I thought this could work out nicely as we could be in for a tail wind on the way back. Unfortunately Chris suddenly found his spark, and I died in the arse.
Watching as he sailed away from me, and I crawled into Dinner Plane feeling quite nautious.
I suggest that we continue onto Hotham, and it was an amazing climb getting up there. With a lot of work into the head wind. I was surprised that we had covered the 43 km’s from Omeo to Dinner Plain in just under 2 hours, and finished 6th on the leader board at the time. Not bad for bonking on the last 10 km’s.
On the return trip, I was wrecked and I had no hope of keeping up with Chris who left me for dead right from the outset. I kept up a good tempo, and after descending from Hotham started to get that mojo going. With 45 km’s still to ride I thought screw it. I’m going to TT this sucker and went for it. There was certainly more descending on the way back than climbing. I was able to find the right rythmn throughout. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. With 15 km’s to go I was surprised to see the CC rider up in the distance. He had either slowed down, or I was having a blinder. I knew if I kept my current pace I would slowly reel him in.
This really made the km’s fly as I was watching the carrot up the road get closer & closer.
Chris wasn’t watching over his shoulder and only realised I was there when I rode on by him. He yelled out: “where the fuck did you come from?”. We started to ride together, but I could see that competitive spark fly in his eye. We were approaching the final climb of the day, and could see this nice 10% gradient up the road. I had ridden so well and did have visions of cracking him on the climb. I smashed it, and we were flying, and would have been on KOM pace heading up the climb.
The best laid plans of mice & men……..
Halfway up the climb my legs went on strike, and that was me gone. I waved Chris goodbye, and watched as he flew off. His blood was going as he smashed it all the way back, and nailed some amazing times. I’m not the fastest of riders. Somehow I managed to average 38.3 km over the 43 km’s back to Omeo. I am still 4th on the leaderboard. Chris who I helped launch up the last climbed, missed the KOM by only 101 seconds. If only I’d been able to hold on for longer. I would have given him that lead out train to nail that KOM……
We were very surprised to find that we had finished in the top 10 of the leader boards going both ways on Dinner Plain. Given the quality of riders who have ridden it was an amazing adventure. To have such a good ride after failing so horribly several days before also buoyed me up. Making me feel alive again. This was my last ride up north, and one of my favourite rides of the year.
Here is a link to my Strava Activity here:
Here is a link to Chris’s Strava Activity here: