You pick up a book, and the author waffles on about the scenery, the breeze, her perfume, and a stack of other boring crap. You find yourself saying, "get on with the story &%$#&%^$!!!!!".
Let me make it brief; clear blue sky, almost cloudless, light breeze, slowly working up to 20C.
Perfect.
Sixteen riders, with possibly a couple more not accounted for.
Twelve km down the road, and one poorly planned character felt the need to stop, and not as briefly as he would have liked. A generous effort by our fearless leader saw the sorry individual eventually eased back onto the bunch.
The next incident, was an interesting lesson in bike control whilst ones' handlebar, arm, and shoulder are under assault from your co-pacemaker. Rob is being nominated to Cycling Tasmania as a potential "Bicycle Control Coach". Thanks for the lesson Rob

; the best thing about it was that no $fees were required.
Cole Hill was negotiated with relative ease, and the usual gentlemanly regrouping took place just over the crest.
We pedalled on.
"Go up the hill past Colebrook" was mentioned in the pre ride briefing. Some heard this, Some did not. Some thought it meant " go up the rise to the rail crossing
No, No. No.
Over the rail crossing, taking care to avoid any derailing trains, and up ,up, bl...y up we went. Not sure whether this hill has a name, however "Effingorfil Hill" is about to be submitted to the Tasmanian Placenames Board"
Rob Taylor went up Effingorfil like a rat up a drain pipe, and we struggled in his wake.
The return ride was eventfull in that good manners prevailed and a regrouping saw all arrive back at Richmond Bakery together.
Denis Nation claimed overall victory, and it seemed nobody had the energy to disagree.
Todays winners were two in number; Taylor and Nation.
A dead heat for second involved the rest of the field.
Next week..........
