A weekend in the mud
While Nicko and Nath ran the DISC session on Sunday, I was up at Boonie Doon, it rained most of the weekend, which was good for the trees we planted around the gradually evolving MTB crit course I'm building (Vanders, I'm making the berm below the jump bigger!), I went for one ride before the heavens opened, from Peppin Point to the bridge, and that was luckily before it started to get really sloppy - the tyres I had on the EX8 were for hardpack, not good for very slippery wet clay. Luckly I managed to get a foot out on the occasions that the bike decided to go whatever way it wanted to, with zero traction. Heh ...
Looking up at Mt Sterling from the balcony at the house, I think there's some snow there, which will be good for Rich & I when we go up for a week's XC ski-ing, and I'll take some more suitable tyres. We might do a little more snow MTB'ing for fun too.
I watched the final ITT of the Tour, and Cadel just didn't have enough left in the tank to take the race. This year's tour lacked a lot of the excitement of last year's, the Tour has always been a soap opera of sorts, but this year it was just a bit dull. The only really interesting stage was l'Alpe d'Huez, and even than was more because Sastre finally showed his class, not because of any really inspired riding.