A weekend of things

On Saturday I rode a two stage Tasman Wheelers race. The first stage was a 30km graded scratch race that headed out over Rai Saddle.  I started in B grade and along with some of the older guys got dropped on the hilly bits. I just don’t have the legs to keep up with the young guys. We had a nice descent from the saddle. I tried to mash the pedals as I used to do quite well on the flat. It wasn’t awful but I didn’t feel like I was producing the power I’d have liked to. Before the finish line an A grader, Mike, caught up with a young B grader in tow (the only one I managed to drop). I sat on and sprinted at the finish.

I started with the young B grader for the return race. It was a handicap race back. We worked together well but I couldn’t keep up with him going up the saddle and dropped off the pace as he rode away with some others. A few more passed me until Mike caught up again riding like a mad thing. I jumped on and to my surprise managed to stay on his wheel. I was working hard to keep up. He got away a few times in the descent but I managed to get back on even taking some turns at the front.

Near the end it suddenly began to pour with rain and sweat and sunblock ran into my eyes making them sting. I could hardly see where I was going having to close my eyes every few seconds. There was water everywhere but I followed. Another turn at the front I think. Then we could see the front bunch before us. Mike caught them up and then sprinted past. I stayed on his wheel for a bit but then a gap opened up. Still we were in front of the bunch and I sprinted across the line behind him and another guy who had managed to get on Mike’s wheel. It was good fun.

Two stage Tasman Wheelers race

I headed back to Nelson, got sorted and drove to the Rai Valley where I met Finnish Annu. We left her car there and drove with mine to French Pass. We pitched our tents just before it started raining heavily. It cleared later and we made a simple pasta meal before heading down to the beach to chat and look at the sky, now full of stars.

The following day we had a nosey around French Bay before driving back to Elaine Bay. It was warm and sunny and by chance we found a guy renting out a double kayak. We took the opportunity and rolled the kayak down to the shore. We spent about 3 hours kayaking in the beautiful sounds with blue sky and mostly flat water. We stopped briefly at Deep Bay and then kayaked across to the Matai Bay hut. It looks like a nice little place to stay. We then battled into a head wind until we had shelter behind and island. It was a cruisy paddle back to Elaine Bay.

Then it was home to Nelson.

Annu kayaking (Sea Kayaking Elaine Bay March 2021)Good to be on the water (Sea Kayaking Elaine Bay March 2021)At Matai Bay Hut (Sea Kayaking Elaine Bay March 2021)Kayaking (Sea Kayaking Elaine Bay March 2021)

Above: Kayaking in the sounds from Elaine Bay.

D’Urville Island Bike Packing

I tagged along with Pat and Georgia and their friends on an overnight bike packing trip to D’Urville Island. It was both fun and tiring and we had great weather.

On Sunday we drove out to the Rai Valley and loaded up our bikes. We rode out towards Tennyson Inlet. The windy road took us up to the saddle in the cool morning and we dropped down to the sunny side. We then followed it around the coast to the “World’s End” before riding Archer’s Track to Elaine Bay. The trail was a nice single track with enough roots to make me get off fairly regularly. We had the occasional view out across the water into the sounds. It was blue and sunny and looking good.

From Elaine Bay we climbed back up to the road along the hills and had a fast paced ride out to French Pass. Fast paced for me at least. From there, the road changed from seal to gravel along the way and we had amazing views down to D’Urville Island and into the ocean. The gravel road was dusty and the grass golden and sun baked. It felt very much like summer – which it was. We had a quick descent down to the coast, stopping to look at the narrow strip of water between the mainland and D’Urville Island. It was boiling and churning and creating white water whirlpools due to the changing tide.

We met Dulkara and her partner Kaleb at the road end and after an ice cream to help cool us down we jumped on the cargo ferry that we had chartered and floated over to the island. The driver took us via the swirling white water on the way and we marvelled at the currents the tides can create. The water is rough and swirling for quite a distance around the narrowest section between the mainland and the island. Apparently it has claimed lives in the past. I’d like to kayak around D’Urville island but this would be something to hit squarely between tides.

We got fresh water from the tap on the wharf and then began the very hot ride up to the top of the island. It was a pretty sustained climb with patches of shade and sun. We rode along the tops dropping and climbing before taking a left and riding to the West of the island. We descended to the Moawhitu campsite in the evening. We pitched our tents in the open grassy area and headed down to the sea for a look. We had a great sweeping view out across the bay.

Dinner time back at camp and then we walked down to watch the sunset out across the bay.

We reversed the ride in the morning. It was a little cooler as we climbed back up the hill. Back down to the water and then across on the ferry. After a quick decision the plan became ride hard to try and get to the road works along the road to Okiwi Bay by the 3pm cut off. Dulkara and Kaleb bowed out. They had their car at Elaine Bay and decided they’d catch the 5pm road opening. I struggled to keep up with the train. My legs didn’t want to start again after the ferry crossing. Pat slowed the others down and I caught up. I rode hard to keep up. The others appeared to be cruising. Old age? Too much gear on a heavy bike? Unfit? All three? Who knows. It was quite fun riding fast anyway. At the Elaine Bay turnoff it turned out we’d have to ride further to get to the road works on time. The game started again and we rode tempo not knowing where the roadworks were exactly. We managed to get there with a few minutes to spare and topped up on dinosaur jubes.

We had a nice long descent into Okiwi Bay where we stopped for ice creams and pies. Then it was a short-ish climb up the road. I stuck to Martin’s wheel like glue and puffed away while he cruised. After descending we moved into roadie formation and with a good tail wind pedalled back to the car. We had a quick dip at the river in the nice refreshing water.

A good trip.

Milk and Honey 2020

And concussion…

After camping out towards Collingwood, I got to the race start in Takaka early and got my bikes sorted out. After registering there was still plenty of time to faff around so I did that, eating breakfast near the start line.

The race is split into two sections, a road ride from Takaka up to the top of Takaka Hill and the second section, a mountain bike ride along the Canaan downs road and a descent of the Rameka track.

It was drizzling very lightly as the race started. There were a mix of road cyclists and mountain bikers in the bunch to begin with, which was a little annoying. Mountain bikers don’t really fit in a road bunch. We dropped most of them after a few kms though and only the very speedy were left. The rain increased and the bunch surged and slowed as some guys put in little attacks. At some point a group of perhaps six guys got up the road. Two others tried to bridge across and I thought I should try something out too so sprinted off the front. The bunch didn’t seem to want to chase and I ended up riding with the two others until the Takaka Hill climb began. The breakaway was perhaps 100 m up the road in front of us but there was no way we’d catch them once the climb started.

I slowed on the hill compared with the other two and a few caught me up from behind but I got into a rhythm and was generally pretty happy with my ride up. I dropped another guy who I’d been riding with for a bit and I ended up riding most of the misty climb alone. I descended quickly out of the cloud to the Canaan downs turn off, catching two others just before entering the transition. The sun was out as I swapped to my mountain bike and got moving again. I was feeling pretty good and happy to be near the front.

The gravel road winds and ascends to a saddle and I was starting to feel a little tired as I rode. I stuffed a banana into me while descending from the saddle. I was still feeling pretty good by the time I got to the Rameka. I was surprised how fast I could ride the track compared to my trial ride last weekend. It was fairly muddy and my wheels slid around on the tree roots. I passed a couple of guys and motored on down. Not wanting to get hurt, I had stopped and pushed my bike through some of the little stream crossings but rode two of the harder sections marked with crosses with no problems. One was a steep rutted descent that was pretty slippery with the moist overcast conditions.

I exited the Rameka track and veered left onto the Pack Track. I hadn’t ridden this section of track last weekend having not been able to find it so this was the first time I’d ridden it for a few years. There were a series of small insignificant drops. The first went fine but as my front wheel dropped over the second one I registered that things were going to go very wrong. I hadn’t put down my dropper as I hadn’t thought it necessary and my seat bucked up against my backside and before I knew it I was flying over the handle bars and down off the side of the track. I could see my point of impact rapidly approaching, a bed of rocks and one in particular destined to impact against my head. I remember just before the impact thinking my helmet was not going to do much to shield me, and I don’t think it did.

I became aware of someone screaming and realised it was me. I rolled over onto my back and registered that I was still alive and didn’t seem to have a broken neck. I felt awful. I lay there for a while until one of the riders I’d passed caught up. He asked if I was ok and I guess he picked up my bike? The colours from my left eye, the side of my head that took the impact, changed to strange greens and reds. I told him my vision had gone wrong and he left to look for a race martial. Or did the next cyclist catch up first? I don’t quite remember. I just remember the next rider seeing me on the ground and him being concerned. He was a younger rider. I told him I should be fine and that he should keep going. I lay down to recover a bit longer and I think a few others passed by?

I decided it would be better to get down to the martial asap and see if I could be checked by the first aiders. I got back on my bike and rode the next section being careful to get off and walk any section that looked like it had the potential for me to land on my head again. After an hour or so I was in the Takaka medical centre and being checked there. I had trouble remembering a few things and generally didn’t feel that great.

I stayed the night with Katie’s mum and only slept three hours as my brain wouldn’t switch off. Julian drove me back to Nelson the next day. My sense of smell was playing tricks on me and I had been smelling cigarette smoke and wood smoke when there wasn’t any. The following day I flew down to Christchurch to get a CT scan and begin recovering.

What a pity… I had been doing so well and the accident could have been avoided by 1) riding the track beforehand, 2) putting my dropper down (as I’d have known about the small drop), 3) wearing a full face helmet.

I checked my splits from the race results. If I’d have kept going at the rate I had without passing or being passed by anyone I’d have taken out position 8 in the two bike category. What a pity. More of a pity was the damage I may have down to my head.

Quick check that I haven’t forgotten pi.


No, still seems to be there…

Above: Most of the Milk and Honey race.

At the start line (Milk and Honey 2020)

Above: At registration before the crowds arrived.

My splits were 1:22:12 to the Takaka Hill and 46:49 to the beginning of the Rameka. I don’t show up in the results as a DNF as my sport ident didn’t find its way back to the finish line until later in the evening.