I was very sure we would come in sub 40 minutes regardless of my poor form and Al's niggling injury, but they wanted to play the 'guess slow and roll easy' strategy. The winners would be closest to time, not fastest. This would have worked just fine, except that it is impossible to 'roll easy' when you are in a race, even if that is what you said you would do. We should have been freewheeling across the finish line instead of ending in a bunch sprint. Doh. It is hard to act like an adult sometimes.
So we came SML (stone motherless last) in both race time and time off the estimated time. The good news is that when you are doing a race for a laugh and a bit of training, you can enjoy the hilarity of such a huge stuff up.
As predicted, it was bloody hot out there, but I saw a Jabaru and three Brolgas on the still water, a tiny and interesting frog on the side of the road as we waited our turn to race, and green beauty everywhere. It's not just about the bike you know.