it was a massive learning curve… and the in’s and outs of riding 100km races on a SS. you need to know when to push and what makes for better consumption of energy. i’m learning more every race/ride but still have much to understand.


the drive up was a bit hairy. the weather had been super wet all week and on the saturday the boys soccer was cancelled so i was able to leave reasonably early. i made it to churchy’s but ludenia was having bike issues so i ended up setting off solo to secure us all a spot. en route there were lots of sketchy rain patches.


crossing the punt there was little traffic but as we took off again the clouds came over and dumped another bucket or two of water. i was feeling pretty concerned about the weather at this point and expected the worst for sunday.


i ended up securing us a big enough plot in a spot in the front straight camping area and sprawled out with enough space for brad and I, glenn and brent + churchy and ludenia. by the time churchy and dave made it up brad and myself + glenn and brent had a fully set up spot but they had decided to camp by the river so it ended up just the four of us. brad and i made a pasta and chicken for dinner then ate a fair bit more then went to bed reasonably early.

we woke to a perfect day, crisp air with no sign of rain which was a great relief. i slept reasonably well, ate breakfast double checked everything and pretty much rolled up onto the line without to many nerves playing with me. i met up with churchy and the plan was to try and stick together. lol… shortly after we were off.

we took off on the gravel road and i sat in a great position for about 3-4km then up front a “car up” was called. that was it… an end to of any chance i had of sticking out front of the first group. i had to tap the brakes, and so i watched in complete disappointment as 90% of the first group screamed pass me. sad moment really but it made me realise how much i need a 29er SS for rolling capacity.

i pretty much walked the entire first climb and by the time i made it to the start of it, i was totally spent from spinning so much on the road in. that, i think, is what killed my left knee. its fine now but was bloody sore monday after the race. probably needed to warm it up a bit more i reckon when your cadence is so incredibly high due to SS-ing.
i felt good after the walk up, jumped back on and started the real race. i had made a decision to try and conserve a little bit and so i could then at around the 80km mark start to really put 110% effort in and kill myself on the road home.
across the top it was unreal, i was flying and felt really strong. i turned at the 30km feed station but ended up returning back to it just to make sure i had enough water [stupid in hindsight]. after spinning back around i headed off up the the technical section. i was totally warmed up and in my element. i was passing riders left right and centre. technically i am in a great place with complete confidence in carbo and my ability to smash it out over, around and through any sections. it was so much fun but i did find myself stuck behind a few riders on occasions. with all the murky puddles it was difficult to get through.
i only stopped on track twice. once across this top section where i had a mud wheel suck with a complete stop in a pool of what could only be described as cake mix that almost ended up in a OTB finish.
the other was on shepard’s descent. i caught up to a guy and i just lost the front slightly as i missed a line i couldn’t see because i was too close to the guy in front. i pulled up fine and jumped back on thankfully i hadn’t hit the deck at all.

i made it to the canoe bridge and did have a few tense moments on arrival. having not ridden it before i really didn’t know what to expect but as it turned out the quicker you rode the easier it was so i just gassed it across and made it without any real worries.

the corning into the 70km mark climb i stopped because i thought my freewheel was kaput. it was just a lack of lube on the chain and all the mud had dried out and caused it to make some very average noises. i cleaned it off with my water bottle and this seemed to fix the problem. this 13km in total climb i walked then rode, walked then rode… it hurt. 90% all other pinches in the top section of this long climb i walked. but once flat and across the top i smashed it and picked up speed.

i caught yarson rarmond at around the 80km mark and he was paining. we took the final decent together but i dropped on him on the short flat just before the second half of the descent.

i hit the road for home and totally demolished myself. yarson had cramped and couldn’t get back up to me even on his high tech 21 geared machine. i passed a lot of people on the road home and surprisingly no one passed me. i had saved a fair bit for that flat run in to the finish and used up anything i had left. i just died after crossing the line and laid down for a good 5-10 minutes totally spent.
i crossed the line in 5:37minutes which was a really respectable time. i did aim for 5:30 and i was close enough to that goal to be happy. but i’m never happy… unless i have won.
i just need a true SS frame now so i can play with gear ratio’s and some hill work and sub 5 is possible for sure. i have to sort out stopping i lost 10min stopping and starting and thats way too much i reckon 5min max is acceptable. i carried a 750ml bottle full of water for 75-80km without touching it. there’s almost a kilo of bullshit weight for no reason.
so now i can boast i have completed the DW100km at last even though i still have unfinished business with the 50km
































