Stevie is poo-green, fully rigid and weighs about 15kg. Stevie also only has one gear, crummy mechanical disc brakes and tends to be a bit of a bone rattler despite the alleged 'compliance' of the steel frame.
Stevie
There really is nothing quite like (or as scary as) going full throttle on Stevie down a tricky, or fast, rough fire-road descent—yes she has big wheels, no that doesn't quite make up for the lack of suspension. Though she does have some killer new pink SS cranks that RLCSport are bringing into Australia now...
However, I keep telling myself that hauling ass on the beast (aka Stevie) can only be good for me, as hauling anything that ways 15kg up any hill surely has some fitness benefits.
So, armed with this knowledge I decided to ride up Mt Neeb-oh o the dirt with Miss S.
Scintillating, most of the climb was fine. There were certainly a few sections where I felt a bit vomit-y, but it's all part of riding SS up a big fuckoff mountain, I guess.
Anyway, I got to the hut where you turn left (for those of you who don't know, outta towners and the like, there is a hut up the dirt, where you turn left.) and I had run out of water. This was probably to be expected considering I only had one bottle on my bike, and no camelbak, but alas I ignored it until I had to face the fact—I had no water and I was seeing stars.
Drat. I am 75% there and have no water, certainly a recipe for seeing fairies and neon lights and other such hallucinations. I ride back down the dirt, knowing that the cafe is shut during the week (which makes me mad, but that could be a whole other post—'non-bike related things that make me mad'—look out for it in the future).
By the end of the descent (containing a bit of ascent, too) I was seeing bits of yellow and black light in my eyes.
Possibly hallucinating at this point...though I am at home—so confused right now!
It's all good, I refilled at the main picnic area and then went on my merry way home.
Next time, i will take TWO bottles—I wonder how those handlebar-mounted bottle cages go...?
