Not a good day for a ride in the hills
Saturday, October 28th, 2006Yesterday, me and Daniel caught up again to go riding. We decided on the Dandenongs again, ignoring the fact that the forecast said few showers. We couldn’t go on the weekend because the train line is closed again between Box Hill and Ringwood and I couldn’t go Monday, so Friday it had to be. This time we decided tot ake the train out there to do more riding in the hills, tossingup whether to start on the Belgrave line or the Lilydale line. The fact that the train wound up in Lilydale was the deciding factor.
At this point I had initially planned to take the Warbuton Trail to Mount Evelyn. Though we got a little lost around Mt. Lilydale College. The old reservation disappears into the school and things don’t always work out as the Melway would lead you to believe. The map showed a small track of reserve behind the school, though it didn’t lead onto the bike trail so obviously as shown in the Melway. Instead we wound up in a paddock and battled blackberries and a barbed fence to get back out onto the bike trail. Had we followed the school boundry more, I think we would have been alright.
None the less, once we got back onto the trail, the ride out to Mount Evelyn was fairly nice; 8km into the ride we arrived at Mt. Evelyn, where decided to stop for lunch. The choice was between a bakery and a cafe. Given that the bakery wasn’t as flash looking as the one we’ve stopped at in The Basin and that most of the people appeared to be at the cafe, we opted for the cafe. At this point it was already 2pm as we had started out late. I had a steak sandwich which was fairly good.
However, over lunch the rain really started to set in and at some points the Dandenongs were completely invisible. It was starting to rain lightly when we had arrived, though we had hoped it would pass while we were there. Instead, it was at it’s worst when we were ready to live and go off on our ride. It has to be remembered that showers in the rest of Melbourne will no doubt fall as heavy rain around the Dandenongs as the clouds dump their loud. To make matters worse, I thought I had packed a spray jacket, only to realise I had nothing to keep dry at all. To much disappointment, at this point it became obvious that we were going to have to head back. So we immediately sprinted back to Lilydale, at no less than 30kph for most of the way (it was downhill though on a very soft grade) I was peddling along at 40kph for a large part as I was trying to stay warm.
It was still raining when we got back to Lilydale and I was drenched when we got to the station. The was a train on the platform with 2 minutes to departure so we boarded immediately. Some strange character came through and demanded that I move my bike. My immediate reaction was what is this smart alec thinking? There’s plenty of space to get past!
I pointed out that the back wheel was as far back as it could go and that he had at least half a metre to get through. Though he pointed at Daniel’s bike which was leaning across one of the doorways (the one not being used for the platform at that station). I told him that this would just block off the doorway to which he he had no answer. A girl then walked in and wanted to go through so he stepped aside to let her through. She got past without any trouble. Yet he still went back to demanding that I move my bike. At this point a bunch of high school students that had been watching were really starting to take amusement. He finally said “Okay, would you like to delay this train by 10 minutes?” and pulled out a massive walkie talkie thing. I then realised that he was probably the train driver, though unidentifiable as a Connex employee in the jacket he was wearing. I moved the damn bike anyway and as he had just got past I said to him “You could have got past easily anyway” (not even in a nasty way). He turned around and asked if i would like to wait for the police to show up, so I said that they wouldn’t waste their time. He walked off in a huff, the high school students were really amused by that point and commenting on what a prick he was. Some of them joked about it when they later got off, “the fucking bike’s in the way”, when they had already walked past it. Maybe he had been having a bad day, but that’s no way for Connex employees to treat passengers (had he asked nicely in the first place, there would have been no problem).
The rain was already clearing up as we approached Ringwood so we decided to get off there and ride the last bit back to Box Hill, having not done so much riding. We ended up doing almost 30km when we got back. It didn’t really feel like that much. We looked back at the Dandenongs when we were half way back it was evident that it had stopped raining. Oh well.
