After logging on to Strava, and seeing a mate, Mark Zanker, had just uploaded a HUGE ride, I asked him what he did the ride for. ‘Just because’ was his answer! What a perfect response. Mark and his brother Brian rode 335 kilometres from Port Augusta to Adelaide together on one massive day, and this is Mark’s story from the day.
Words and images by Mark Zanker
Continue reading “Riding Port Augusta to Adelaide in an All-Day Epic”
Riding with a fixed gear on the road gives you a feeling like no other. You feel intimately connected with the terrain you are riding on. Without the use of gears or a freewheel, you must adapt yourself to the terrain, so steep means grinding, descending is spinning, and flats are about rolling through everything.
Continue reading “Fixie In The Hills – Fixed Gear Climbing”
My mate Scott told me about Everesting in 2014. We had done a few Ironman races together, and were pretty keen to sink our teeth into any endurance challenge that we could find. Still, I thought the idea just sounded dumb. Seriously, what was the damn point? Ride repeats of a hill, until you have done a shed-tonne of elevation gain, and at the end you get….. a self five for achieving it. Yeah, nah.
Then I started caring less about triathlons, and focused a whole lot more on cycling. It wasn’t a conscious decision, it just sort of happened. I was riding as a tour guide during the Tour Down Under, and for whatever reason, I suddenly had a compulsion to complete an Everesting. Weird. It just came out of nowhere, and all of a sudden this was the most important thing that I could think of to do on a bike. Click to read on about where my Hells 500 time all began
I love going big on the bike. Completing a big epic challenge is always appealing, there’s something about the adventure, and overcoming the challenge that I thrive on. Having looked through the Trans Con and Trans Am races, I was drooling at the chance to go and ride one. 4000+ kilometres, unsupported across a continent? YES. Unfortunately the need to feed and house my family somehow cut that plan off at the ankles. Families…. Always getting in the way of stuff…. (Love you darling if you are reading this).
So what else to do? I was scratching around thinking of something, and came up with the idea to ride from Melbourne to Adelaide, non-stop. Click to read on for more of this eric story
The Tour Down Under is the best cycling event in all of Australia. It brings in loads of spectators from interstate and overseas, and provides a great atmosphere, all centered around the city of Adelaide. As a local cycling fan, there is no better time of year to be on a bike. It’s summer, the days are long and warm, the roads are low on traffic, and there are other cyclists out everywhere. Click to take in the Radness of riding in Radelaide
“Oh piss off” I say as I turn my alarm off, and go back to sleep. Luckily ‘Night-before-me’ is smarter than ‘Morning-of-me’ and another alarm goes off two minutes later. It’s 4:30am. I turn it off quickly, trying to avoid getting sworn at by my wife. I wasn’t quick enough. This is just a normal day, with a quick ride before work… Riding your bike is tops, even by yourself in the dark, read more
“The SSSS is an elite (and slightly evil) class of #everesting. Comprised of 4 separate attempts, riders must complete an everesting of Significant (an iconic climb), Soil (a dirt climb), Short (less than 200km), and Suburban (a metro climb). At least one of the four rides must be more than 10,000 vertical metres.” – Hells 500
I was broken this day. Click here to read on
“You must be crazy” is generally followed shortly afterwards by “Why?” I wish they asked “How?” If they asked that, I could give such a cool answer. I know how I do it, because when you have pushed your body so hard, your mind gets blackened to the point that you can no longer hold a conscious thought, you can’t really see straight and you aren’t able to talk with anyone that may be there, the ‘how’ is all that you have the capacity for. Click to see my best answer to the most common question
So here we are again. I’ve completed an everesting, I’m tired, I’m alone, it’s dark, and I still have more climbing to do. That’s three now, and I’m the first South Australian to achieve that feat. But I want more. There’s something about just sliding in across the line, panting, exhausted and ready to collapse. It doesn’t feel like victory. This stuff is what it’s all about, read on