Today, I went for a bit of a ride on the Surly Krampus. Nothing special on the outset, just a bit of Bruce Ridge, a smidge of Centenary Trail, then over to the Arboretum and head home. Fairly standard dirt riding for the most part of 20kms. After the Arboretum, I crossed over to Lake Burley Griffin for a pootle along the lake and head home. Well that was the plan.
It sort of went a little awry, when I saw a bunch of roadies up ahead. I guess that I was about 15m behind them when we came to the smaller cork plantation along the edge of LBG. I decided to have a bit of fun and see if I could beat them by descending through the plantation. Apparently I could, just! So now I was just ahead of them and thought it was a bit silly to slacken off and annoy them, so I rode them off my back wheel.
Now they were dropped, I slackened off a bit, just before the rise over Black Mountain Peninsula. As I was climbing it, two of the six caught me and proceeded to pass me. Right, game on! Quickly caught the back marker of the two and sat beside him. I asked if he had dropped the guy on the fat bike yet (that being me). He said "Apparently not", whereby I rode in pursuit of the one further up. As I passed him, I asked if he needed a tow. I am a bastard! I then continued on with him jumping on my wheel.
One would think that would be enough, but the first guy stayed on my wheel. So on I trundled, wondering how close he would stick to me. Apparently not close enough when I dived off once again onto dirt. Spewin, would've loved to seen him follow me!
Here is the Strava trace, if anyone is interested.
Updated a few things on the Krampus the other day. I now have XT hydro brakes, which replace the Avid BB7 mechanicals. Replaced the Shimano Zee cranks with SRAM X01 1400 cranks. Benefit will be when I buy the direct mount 30T chain ring to replace the 32T. Changed out the Jones H loop bars for 1.5" rise Giant bars.
Other things changed recently is the OneUp 42T cog on the rear and the RADr dérailleur hanger.
Yes, I know it needs a wash.
I met up with a couple of friends at the Multicultural Food Festival and proceeded to eat myself silly and washed it all down with some beers from around the world.
Part way through the festival, a storm rolled through, so I didn't end up taking lots of photos, but here are a few that I took.
My name is Mark McIntosh, but everyone calls me Macr.