Woods Point Killer ARST

Thanks must go to Dan for inviting Adele and I on this little jaunt! Adele was suitably worried about it from the get go but I underestimated how hard it would be.

Don't get me wrong, it was amazing. But the heat, the weight of the bikes (yes, I'll blame that because I can't exactly blame my legs can I?) AND the extreme roughness of some of the roads really took its toll.

Dan has an alternate career with Florence if he ever wants to... he was an absolute Machine. But always happy to wait for us with Andy who invariably arrived shortly after.

The adage "it doesn't have to fun to be fun" was employed on many occasions. I'm very proud of Adele. She was well out of her comfort zone (think tenderloins) and although she wanted to curtail and/or quit the trip she HTFU'd and did herself proud.

Day two certainly tested me with several punctures, dodgy patches and steep hills late in the day. It certainly tests the will more than the legs and I must say I like that. We both had a couple of minor meltdowns but there was nothing to be done but keep going. Arrived at least 90mins late into Woods Points to the amusement (if not fanfare) of the locals.

Maybe it was because we were homeward bound or we were just into the rhythm but the last day was much easier - mentally at least. We were rewarded with an incredible stretch of sealed road between Matlock and Cambarville that defied belief. It was like rolling into a dream... your own stretch of beautiful smooth tarmac rolling through the forest and not a car in sight.

Already daydreaming about the next one... on lighter bikes of course!!