2018 Tassie Smiddy Challenge - Day 3

St Helens to Freycinet 
Written by Kelly Rillie 

Day three of Tassie Smiddy Challenge was officially ‘hump’ day—with it being Wednesday AND the halfway mark of the trip—however, it was very clear from the day card handed out by Mr Smiddy that it was going to be a lot less bumpy than the past two days of hills (I’d class them as mountains).

Everyone was up before sunrise and treated to a continental breakfast prepared by the Road Crew. Everyone was in good spirits and as usual, it was all over in a flash and we were down to the front of the Big 4 Caravan Park ready to roll out.

We were treated to a spruced up Smiddy kit with Hollywood donning a pair of the finest red jocks we ever did see! Thank you to Adrian Barnett who donated $1500 in order to make it happen! I’m also not sure if it was a coincidence that they matched the red of the Spirit Jersey that Hollywood also happened to be wearing!

We were also treated to a wrath of destruction from Matt ‘Mad Dog’ Muir who took it upon himself to sacrifice Hollywood’s visor—which in the cycling world is the equivalent of wearing shiny white sneakers—for a $500 donation.

Scotty Gleeson looked great in his Spirit Jersey which he received last night for exuding the Smiddy values of Teamwork, Spirit, and Mateship on his first Smiddy challenge. Killer spoke of how only a couple of months ago, Scott turned up to a Wednesday morning River Loop in a pair of Dunlop Volleys and wasn’t too sure how to change gears.

It was a tough first two days of this ride and the determination Scott showed, and the help he asked for and graciously accepted from others, was awesome. Congrats Gleeso.

The bell to set the riders off for the day was rung by Ben Hola, our trusty mechanic, who works tirelessly fixing bikes (some with duct tape). Ben does an amazing job keeping our riders on the road and catching up to the peloton when his work is done. Cheers Ben!

The riders rolled out almost in the wrong direction, Stemmy went right and you all looked to be heading left, but you did manage to pull yourselves together and this is when the fun really starts for Road Crew.

After the pack up, we sorted our game plan; put fuel in the cars, picked up supplies and then hit the road to our first stop.

We weren’t quite sure where we were supposed to actually stop, but we ended up a little bit further than Dennison Beach (maybe we stopped for a coffee?!).

I’m not sure many of you minded as the rain held off and the coastal views were a treat.

We love seeing the Smiddy family expand and we were happy to welcome Bec’s sister and brother-in-law Tanya and Cameron all the way from Perth to join us for the remainder of the journey.

Lunch was spent at the Freycinet Winery where a number of us took the opportunity to do a little wine tasting before lunch. This was a huge treat for those who have previously done the Bottlemart Smiddy Challenge where the closest thing to a winery is a cask of not-so-fine wine from Mandy at Belyando Crossing.

Another 30 km or so and WOW what a view … we passed the peloton to a lot of cheers and cruised into Coles Bay. The mountains from the rising water was a great sight to see and the riders quickly jumped off their bikes to take in the view and get a few great happy snaps.

The huddle was led by Mr Smiddy, who reflected on his day following the peloton and the pride he has for the riders. He also thanked the Road Crew for their support from sunrise to sunset and acknowledged their efforts out there keeping all those cyclists cycling.

One great part of being Road Crew is that you get to experience many different parts of what keeps the peloton turning. Today Mon and Prue joined the rear and mechanical vehicles, experiencing firsthand the fine work Kevvy and Stemmy do, directing the traffic on the road. Prue had a number of startling moments, so I’m sure she’ll be glad to be back with the catering crew tomorrow.

The afternoon kicked off in fine form for some. It was 3.14 pm when Sharky was heard to say, “Whippsy, you’re a bad influence. I’ve had two shandies at the pub and now I’ve got a Pale Ale. I’m feeling dizzy and I love it”.

We were also joined by Andrew who was riding the scenic tour of Tassie.

It is a privilege to road crew for you bunch of extreme athletes and share in your achievements. Thank you for making our days interesting and for rolling in safely.

Our job, first and foremost, is to keep you safe and on your bikes, and well fed, so the Smiddy mateship and sweaty hugs at the end of the day are superb.

2018 Tassie Smiddy Challenge - Day 2

Bridport to St Helens

Written by: Mark 'Sharky' Smoothy

Stats by Matty Muir 

Distance: 136 kilometres

Ride time: 5 hours 31 minutes 

Average speed: 24.4 km/h

Maximum speed: 78 km/h

Temperature minimum: 5°C

Temperature maximum: 28°C

Elevation: 1941 metres

So as I settle in for an exciting night at St Helens Caravan Park with the Smiddy crew, I find myself sharing a delightful cabin with my two buff Smiddy boys; Wayne Messer and Sam Cooke. 

The huddle has been done and dusted, recovery food devoured, washing has been handed in to the lovely Smiddy washer girls, my bike sent to Ben Hola for a rattle adjustment, showered and I now have exactly 80 minutes to get this blog written before its fish and chips time for dinner tonight. 

Day two on  the road was an absolute cracker! With close on 2000 metres of climbing over a 136 kilometre day, it was never going to be an easy day, but it was a day that will stick in the memory banks for a long while to come.

The scenery was the usual, natural, stunning Tasmanian beauty that resembled the hills of New Zealand or the back country roads of England.

Of course the excellent company of 42 super fit riders and 12 caring road crew members also always makes for a great day.

The locals were out in force in the small towns we passed through and stopped at, cheering us on and a few small donations were collected along the way.

The motorists over here are either ‘grey nomads’ or locals, which include a lot of logging trucks on today’s roads, and while most have been amazingly receptive in slowing down or giving us a wave or a toot on the horn, it only takes one clown to put a damper on things, which I’ll get to later.

What set this day apart from yesterday was the half dozen climbs—including three major ones that had the potential to break us, or make us, and I am happy to report that each and every rider decided they would not be broken. 

And while there was plenty of suffering going on, no one quit, no one folded, and no one did van time. The stronger lads all stepped up once again, as if the notion of ending the ride prematurely was never an option. 

What I personally witnessed today warmed my heart to no end. You see, at some stage over the course of the day, the strong climbers all had a crack at being the first to the top of any one of the numerous climbs. The impressive heart-warming thing about this is that rather than have a break, they stayed back to help those riders who were struggling. 

And let me assure you, it is not easy pushing a rider up any climb, let alone one that goes for as long as four, six or even eight kilometres. 

On the final climb of the day, what transpired at the front of the peloton, I feel gifted, and in awe, to have witnessed firsthand. 

I was happily daydreaming while climbing at a comfortable pace, when Leachy and Frieby and Zane, overtook me. They were sharing turns to push Chris Hertle up the remaining four kilometre hill with an average gradient of seven or eight per cent. 

I sat behind and watched in awe their selfless devotion to help a Smiddy mate get over a climb. I was later told that, at the same time, Killer and Mad Dog were at the back of the peloton doing the same thing with Rebecca. 

I’m sure there were others—there always are—helping out that will not get mentioned here in this blog, but they don’t do it to get a mention, they do it because they are not only strong enough to be able to help, but care enough to want to help! 

It is stuff like this, that keeps feeding my Smiddy soul, and why I have to keep coming back year after year to participate in Smiddy events. 

Human nature shows its caring soul during our training days, but never quite like it does during a challenge. I could not be prouder of this current crop of individuals. 

This afternoon, Scotty Gleeson and Chris Hertle were asked to do the huddle. Both these lads have needed not only physical support over the past two days, but moral support as well. Gleeso’s great mate Archie was there for him today, while many others stepped up to the plate for Chris. 

During the huddle both of these lads choked up with emotion and I know that I felt incredibly proud of both guys, and I know all the other riders and road crew were as well. 

For you see, tears shed at any time during in one of our events, is not uncommon, nor is it a sign of weakness. Instead, it is a powerful sign of strength of emotion as it usually means the person has poured their heart and soul into either their effort on the road, or the telling of their story. Sometimes both. 

This is beautiful raw honesty and in our normal day-to-day busy and hectic lives, this emotion is not allowed to surface. 

But Smiddy people don’t judge; we don’t think we are better than anyone else, we are just incredible lucky, gifted and grateful to have found likeminded human beings with whom to share the ride. 

Personally I love the toughest days in any Smiling for Smiddy event as it brings out not only the best in people, but also draws a group together to be unbreakably tight for the remainder of the journey. 

For some, today wasn’t their toughest day on the bike, but this is for those who went through that emotion today. We have all had those days that you experienced today, and I can assure you that for each and every one of us, there will be many more to follow in years to come. 

Sharky’s Ten Favourite Moments from Day 2

1. David Smiddy bogging the rear peloton bus that tows the bike trailer at the start of today's ride. If anyone else had of done it he would remind them about it for years. (He still has not forgiven me for taking Maria and him to a vegan cafe back in St Lucia in 2008 and shouting him a falafel burger!)

2. The first climb of the day today after the first toilet stop at Scottsdale and I climbed most of it with Chris Johnstone. We stopped at the top, which was called BillyCock Hill at 345 metres and took a happy snappy. 

3. Coffee at morning tea in Derby shouted by Whippsy. Thank you, and sorry I didn’t share my melting moment with you!

4. There were so many King and Queen of the mountains today, six in total. I know Frieby took out one, Pagey and Paula got one each as well, and Scott Carpenter over the final climb of the day. 

5. The locals and grey nomads, who came out to cheer us on at the pub in the Paddock who put on lunch for us—the chicken soup and sandwiches were a real treat and gave the road crew a little breather. 

6. That final descent where we lost 400 metres of altitude in just five kilometres. I latched onto Leachy and Frieby’s wheels on that descent, and it was the most hair-raising and fun thing so far this journey—except for dodging the dead snake splattered all over the road half way down. 

7. A big thank you to our massage therapist Sammi Jo and physio  Keiren Egan. Your efforts so far are most appreciated and I know you’ve already helped keep many riders on their bikes. 8. Michael Fordyce was given the honour of ringing the Kevvy’s cow bell this morning. 

9. Congratulations to Lachlan Airey for completing what was a much harder ride today than yesterday and confirming what we all knew—that he has the heart of a champion. Well done mate. 

10. Thankfully the peloton was not reduced to road kill, although we did come a wee bit too close for comfort due to one very impatient car driver who decided to take on an oncoming semi-driver. It was a very close call indeed. 

The night finished with two of our favourite segments; our guest speaker and the announcement of the day’s category jersey recipient. 

Tonight’s speaker is no stranger to the Smiddy peloton. Zane Williams has been not only a long time rider but a sponsor of Smiling for Smiddy with Professional Cleaning Services. He spoke eloquently of his own experiences with cancer; losing his dad to cancer as well as having an aunt and uncle both currently undergoing treatment. 

He reiterated that what the riders, road crew and their donors do on this ride is something special and is making an incredible impact in the cancer research space. 

Finally, to wrap up the evening Pagey and Killer announced the Category Jersey winner. 

As mentioned above, it was a tough day—relentless climbs and turns and a few hairy spots at traffic. What is important to acknowledge is not only the strong riders who pushed their fellow riders up hill after hill, but also the riders who accepted the help. To have the courage to ask (and accept) assistance can be difficult and we applaud every single rider who accepted the ‘hand of Smiddy’ to help them up.  

The Category Jersey was given to Scott ‘Gleeso’ Gleeson and his emotional story shared at the huddle was a true reflection of how this ride has already changed him. Gleeso, we’re all so much better off having you as part of the peloton. 

Now it’s time for day three so let’s hope for calmer drivers and longer straights.

Sharky 

SHARKY'S OZ 7in7 TASSIE SMIDDY CHALLENGE - SHARKY IS ON A MISSION!

Bridport To Pyengana Cheese Factory Cafe

Stats for the day

Distance: 96 kilometres
Average speed: 23.6 kmph
Maximum speed: 78 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 8
Temperature Maximum - 16
Metres climbed: 1978
Ride time: 4:04:14
Wind: no wind for first two hours then a slight tailwind.

Blog by Sharky

Thanks Sis for believing in me
I read a Facebook post from my sister Kay last night, she was commenting on day seven of my Sharky OZ 7in7 Tassie Smiddy Challenge that was cancelled 45 kilometres into the day due to the dangerous weather conditions. This is what she said to her partner Glen; "I bet you anything that Marky will go back and complete that section some time." You see Kay Kay, as I affectionately call my sister, knows me only too well.

Kay also reads my blogs religiously, so Kay Kay you were right and I was not waiting any longer than today to complete that section. This is how it panned out...

Amazing people helping me to keep the dream alive!
Pete and Rebecca Knight offered their incredible services as support team. Mick Farrag and Melissa Speare were there for me as support riders. I know other riders would have also put their hands up and I was so appreciative of all their offers and support, but we had one car and only room enough for three riders. Thanks also to Maria and Jess for sorting out an extra day on the hire car that Kevvy had used to follow our butts around Tassie these past eight days. A nice surprise on leaving the Hotel at four-am was seeing Maria Smiddy and Sammi-Jo up and about and in the car-park waiting to give each of us a warming cuddle. Thanks girls, it was so appreciated by the group.

Late night, early start
Last nights function was a great time for the team to celebrate the completion of the very first Smiddy tour of Tassie as part of my 7in7 venture. By the time my small team of Bec and Pete, Mel and Mick and myself finished the night and got to bed it was just on midnight. The alarm going off at 3:45am was not heard by myself but I certainly awoke to my bedside companion in Mick shaking me awake. Surprisingly I felt instantly awake and I guess to be honest I was excited at being able to complete that section that we missed. Not ever, not once, since I began the 7in7 journey back in 2008, has Australia brought me to a complete standstill. Not until I came to this rugged state called Tasmania. In my eyes this is unacceptable, as when I bring to completion this journey next year from Melbourne to Brisbane I need to know hat I have cycled every single solitary kilometre of the journey around Australia.

The early start was imperative due to my flight leaving today at 4:10pm. I absolutely needed to be on it, as there was no way I was missing out on being reunited with Alyssa! So there it was, all five of us on the road by four-am, with Pete driving and Bec there to support not only her husband but us three riders as well. Thanks to Ollie and Tim, we went with their suggestion to ride from Bidport to take advantage of the wind at our backs if it got up. I just needed to ride the route we had missed and connect the dots, I was perfectly okay with doing it in the opposite direction, especially as it turned out to be the hardest way to go thanks to close on 2000 metres of climbing over just 96 kilometres by doing it in that direction. Kate's Mum must have been up at the same time as us as a lovely text message came through wishing us all luck and to stay safe. Thank you Tammy and also thank you to Alyssa who was also in touch at such an early hour.

A dirt road and Mick states the obvious
So after an eventful 90 minute drive where Pete's Navcom took us on a route that involved 30 kilometres of dirt and more wildlife by the side of the road than I have ever seen in a lifetime as dawn approached, we had the bikes assembled and were on our way by 5:45am. The sunrise was spectacular as it bounced off the low cloud line creating an effect reminiscence of an exploding volcano. With my two mates by my side and Bec and Pete following closely behind you could not wipe the smile from my face. Mick on the other hand was in a world of pain and grimacing with every peddle stroke. I questioned him as to what was wrong. He said he legs were burning big time and it felt like his brakes were on. I then glanced down at his brakes and informed Mick that indeed his brakes were rubbing on his rear wheel. A quick stop to adjust and I regretted telling him as he was off like a shot, with me pleading for him to now slow down! Mel was her usual consistent self, solid as a rock and never put a foot wrong.

An incredibly fun route that passed too quickly
The four hours of riding time passed so quickly. We could not believe that just two days ago this route was too dangerous to ride due to the incredibly dangerous winds. The climbs were constant but a good gradient and the descents; I just know all the crew that missed this section would have had a blast. We peaked out at 600 metres of altitude and lost 500 metres of it in one ten-kilometre descent. That descent was what the riders were meant to ride up for the great backpack challenge. After riding down it I now know that Adam actually did us a favour by turning the weather Gods against us and canceling the event that day, as that climb would have killed the lads with 20kg of sand on their backs!
Anyway today the three of us descended it together, never going much below 60km/h and except for a few patches of gravel on a couple of corners, the brakes were never required. The smiles on our dials at the bottom meant that no words were needed to be said.

Tears of joy and breakfast at the Cheese Factory Cafe
At the 95 kilometre mark we made a right turn that would take us back to the Cheese Factory Cafe, where we had morning tea and sheltered from the weather two days ago. Mick had spotted a 60km/h sign and sprinted for it; both Mel and Mick were at it all morning at every 60 sign and the points were six/five in Micks favour after that last sign. While Mick was sprinting for that sign I was actually Getting emotional. I myself thought I understood, but really it took until that very moment of completing the missed section for it all to make sense and to sink in just how much it meant to me personally. Mel gave me a hug on the bike and eventually when we caught up to Mick he got caught up in the moment as well.

At the cafe Bec and Pete pulled up and it was all hugs and congratulations amongst the small team. To thank the team I shouted the coffees and breakfast and we basked in the glory of a job well done. I am so appreciative for their support and no matter what I say or do it will never be enough. But I know they understand, as I know all my 7in7 and Smiddy mates from this tour do. It was now 11am and time to get back to the Hotel. Mel and Mick continued to play the 60km/h sign sprinting game by pushing an arm or leg into the front compartment where Bec and Pete were seated and Pete did an excellent job staying awake at the wheel on just four hours sleep. On getting back to the hotel at 1:30pm I had two and a half hours to pack my bike, scrub myself up to look my very best for my special lady, say my goodbyes, but first a mini-Smiddy-huddle of just five people had to be completed, with Pete getting excited as he thought it was a world record, but I had to inform him that Kev, Kate, Ron and Myself hold that record when in 2011 just the four of us rode the west coast of Australia and across to Esperance. Anyway it was good fun and appreciated by all.

Well I am now on the plane and in just 30 minutes will be in the arms of my beloved Alyssa. What a journey I have had the past four weeks. I sure hope you enjoyed reading about them as much as I enjoyed being part of them.

Enjoy the rest of the year and see you when next I blog.

Sharky

SHARKY'S OZ 7in7 TASSIE SMIDDY CHALLENGE - DAY 8

Distance: 118 kilometres
Average speed: 27.4 kmph
Maximum speed: 64 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 14
Temperature Maximum - 22
Metres climbed: 1331
Ride time: 4:18:35
Wind Direction: Slight headwind first two hours and Tailwinds last Two hours.

Blog written by Sharky

A huge thank you to Anna, Paul, Bryan and Rowan for taking the pressure off me to write the blog each night. It has been one of the toughest tours to date from a cold, wet and windy perspective. To take on the blog each and every night, combined with the toughness of this tour, I would now be in that hole in the ground. So thanks guys for saving me.

What is that bright orange glow
The crew awoke to a brilliant sunrise and virtually no wind to speak of. The contrast from yesterdays conditions were shockingly nice and giggles of delight could be heard amongst the crew as we went about our pre-morning ritual of getting ready for another and our last day on the road. We rolled out at 8:45am to Bob ringing the cow bell and joined by day rider and good friend of Kate and Tim's in Clinton. So right from the off go there was instant chatter and a great feeling in the peloton as we all joked about the cruisy day ahead of us. And that is exactly what it turned out to be. The sun kept doing what it was meant to do - Shining, the wind even behaved itself and did nothing more than provide a cooling sensation whenever it was in our face. And after 7 tough days in the saddle, even the majority of the riders legs were feeling okay after the enforced rest day yesterday.

Kate had organised a great day of eating activities that saw us stop at George Town at 55 kilometres, where the local RSL, led by the lovely ladies in Pat and Marley, provided morning tea for the crew of scones, tea and coffee in fine china and a selection of party pies and sausage rolls. I could not believe my eyes when I witnessed Marto putting just one pie and two sausage rolls on his plate. Was he being polite or had he reached his limit for the trip?

Pizza beside the Tamar River
From morning tea we then did another leisurely 45 kilometres where the peloton was flying thanks to a downhill run and a great tailwind. Kate had organised another eating surprise for us with sensationally yummy Pizzas for lunch at a place called Rosevears Tavern, which was right beside the majestic and wide Tamar River. We were greeted there by Kate's family in her Sister Amy and their Mum Tammy and also Tammy's parents in Jack and Jo. Kate was given a mystery $400 donation and I am not allowed to say who donated it, but I thanked them anyway and told them I knew nothing about it.

The great backpack race
It was directly after lunch that the great Knapsack Challenge was held. This event was cancelled yesterday due to the inclement weather, so a much softer version was held today. A two kilometre flat time trial, finishing with a climb of 500 metres of 7% gradient. The Slim Jims consisted of Shannon, Sambo, Rupert and Matt, who all had up to 20kg of sand in backpacks attached to the shoulders. The Fat Cats were Marto, Watty, Marky T and Tommy Boy, all these lads were close to or over 100kg's. Marto and Watty were given a 45 second headstart and the race was on. The handicap proved too much as Watty crossed the line a clear winner, proving his point that fat is stronger than muscle. Second was Tommy Boy, then Mark T and the first of the dejected Slim Jims was Rupert. It was awesome to watch and the rest of the riders awaited atop the climb and cheered on their chosen hero. The finish resembled a battlefield with the chosen racers collapsed over bike frames and sucking in some big breaths. It was so much fun that it was suggested the Challenge event to Townsville 2014 will be the next rematch.

Launceston here we come
The finish into Launceston was again a very easy 20 kilometres and the amazing thing about todays stage was that we somehow managed to turn a four hour ride into an eight hours journey! Like I said a pretty cruisy day was expected and delivered on one of the nicest sun shiny days we have had all tour. Life does not get more perfect on the bike than what we experienced today. So after eight most memorable days of riding -some good and some very cold and wet memories thrown in there- we returned to our starting point at the Launceston Hotel and we're greeted by our road crew and a huge turnout of Kates family members and the lovely Mary, who is Kevvy's very patient and understanding Wife. Congratulatory hugs were passed all round and the huddle was handed over to the delightful and beautiful Maria Smiddy.

Bikes were hastily packed into their boxes and a little R&R was appreciated prior to our final dinner function tonight.

Beautiful people and amazing journeys
This trip, like all 7in7 and Smiddy journeys is not about proving how good we are at riding a bike. It has, and always will be, a journey about people, very special people like the riders and road crew and the amazing hospitality and generosity of the people that we meet along the way. For the past 24 days and nights my journey has introduced me to many hundreds of these exceptional people and I consider myself extremely lucky to be alive and to appreciate each and every contact. To finish I would just like to make a few observations and memories of the 36 very special people I have had the pleasure of spending the past eight days with.


Lisa, I'll remember for not only being one of the most polite ladies I have ever met but her ability to wear next to nothing in the coldest conditions, while the rest of us are layered up in everything we own. She belongs at the North Pole.

Mick and his newspaper in his back pocket that he carried with him for three weeks, never using it once but happy to share the legend of the old timers who used this method in the 1940's to keep them warm on the descents to anyone that would listen. Also Mick for your caring attitude towards your fellow riders and road crew.

Clinton it was a huge pleasure to have you join us for a day and you fitted in well with our riding style right from the get go. Nice work mate.

Pete so good to see you ride the last three days of this journey with us mate. There is nothing that you can't do now that you have accomplished finishing the Challenge and a leg of the 7in7.

Mel thank you for spoiling me with special deserts at some of the nighttime dinners. When a desert was not available out would come the mars bars and kit kats. Also for your amazing support and help to make the last two years of 7in7 a reality.

Nat and Paula not only are the only riders who use hankies to blow their nostrils but are two of the most respectful and grateful girls in the peloton. And so bloody strong and determined.

Sambo I will always remember your kindness, politeness, (as long as I don't mistake you for Marto) and your skin coloured face zinc.

Nicole your friendliness and incredible strength on the bike. You have a great season ahead of you in triathlon.

Bryan and your poetic outlook on life and doing the ride for your mum. The pace was at times to high for you but you always got on with the job.

Marky T for asking me if he can do 7in7 in 2014 before this year's event was over. I love how highly you spoke about your love for your partner Cheryl. I love that you got how I feel about my lady Alyssa.

Shannon what a pleasure getting to know you and finding out how much you care about your fellow rider and road crew members. I look forward to more adventures to come.

Tim and your enthusiasm even when the weather was foul. The roads were dirt and the wind was howling. You were always smiling and I just love your spirit mate.

Aloka thank you for giving us Smithers for the past eight days and for introducing Henry to all the crew.

Anna for your bubby personality and contagious spirit for all things Smiddy. Two years now as a Smiddy riders and learning so fast.

Row man for being Row Man. Always humble and the front man each night and making us all laugh. My greatest memory will be our climb together up to Cradle Mountain in that snow storm.

Marto for all the true stories of the amount of pies and sausage rolls you ate in eight days. Which at last count was 64 rolls and 24 pies. Also for toughing out the past four days with sciatica pain in your right leg.

Watto and your infectious spirit and great ideas for fund raising throughout the ride. Even when the chips were down with the weather you stayed positive.

Maso for battling the whole eight days with an Achilles injury that would have stopped the most determined athlete but not you my man. Also for not asking the sheep and cows about my sexuality over the past three days.

Matt for your strength and that incredible aero flat back position you can maintain on the bike all day long, but especially for your helpful attitude to your fellow riders.

Rupert for accepting that Kevvy is wise and an old man. Also for helping out on many occasions with your pushing. Both Rupert and Matt for getting what we are all about regarding the Smiddy spirit.

Kate for being Kate. The tour you put together has just been amazing. Your humble attitude and not wanting any attention for all your hard work but you are getting it now! Two years ago you said to me that you would take on the Challenge of this tour and you were true to your word. I can never thank you enough.

The twins Leanne and Cheryl for being so much fun. Such beautiful ladies and your sense of adventure is second to none. I loved it when you said the East Coast will be dryer and sunnier and we get hit with the worst conditions on record. Please can we have your amazing company again for Smiddy Tassie 2015? Only this time in March!

Kev for giving me six years of your life to Smiddy and for being the only driver in the world to travel around Australia at an average of 25kmh.

Rebecca for volunteering for three Smiddy tours back to back over the past 4 weeks. You are so incredibly patient and nothing is too much to ask. Pete is exceptionally lucky to have such a beautiful wife.

Maddog for all your positive energy. You were the only one during the super storm to be heard whistling and singing.

Maria for without you there would be no Smiddy events in memory of your son Adam. Your hugs are worth dying for.

Flying Flynn for his friendly attitude and for not giving in with his itb and knee injury and doing these Smiddy journeys for his Dad.

Bob for taking on the task of doing two tours back to back and not going insane. Thanks Bob for the awesome memories and I will see you in the gym next week.

Sammi Jo for your ability to hurt people and smile while you are doing it. One of the nicest but nastiest lady I have ever met.

Tommy for your gentle nature and for a guy who only starting cycling two years ago your ability is amazing.

Geevsey for giving up your time to look after us for those four hard and testing days. For your friendship and for always paying out on me.

Boydy for being Boydy, an incredibly gifted individual who I missed immensely when he left us on day four.

Andy for having the loudest voice in the peloton when shouting car back and being so excited after the first three days when he sorted his injuries and knew he could finish this tour.

Jess for your role behind the scenes and always making sure the riders were looked after with accommodation and washing and doing it in a fun and friendly manner.

Kate's family for their unbelievable involvement in helping not only to make this ride happen but happen in such a fun way. We are all in awe of you guys.

Ollie for being one of the original riders from 2006 and showing once again on the day you joined us, that you truly possess the Smiddy spirit by helping the other riders that were struggling at times.

And finally Mary, Kevvy's wife, how good are you to have a husband as grand and as ancient as that cow bell that he sleeps with. You are a truly exceptional women!

That's it from me, hope you enjoyed the journey over the past 4 weeks of Smiddy adventures.

Sharky

SHARKYS OZ 7in7 TASSIE SMIDDY CHALLENGE - ST HELEN'S TO BRIDPORT - DAY 7

Distance: 44 kilometres
Average speed: 21.4 kmph
Maximum speed: 63 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 2
Temperature Maximum - 8
Metres climbed: 840
Ride time: 2:08:18
Wind Direction: Chaos!

Blog written by Rowan Foster

I'm writing my second journal in as many days because I've struck a deal with Sharky - I'd write the day's journal if he cleans my bike.

I thought it a good deal after the horrendous conditions we met today and I think I can write the blog in quicker time than he could clean my bike.

When my alarm went this morning I peered outside to see a 20 metre gum tree seemingly bending over itself in the wind. I got a wee bit nervous. My anxiety doubled when I saw our resident weather man Watty at brekky this morning and he said 'Row I think we cashed in all our chips yesterday'. The wind was howling, trees were bending sideways and the rain was pelting down. Gees Watty even a pre-schooler could call this one. But we'll reinstate your weatherman status - one correct prediction in 7 days ain't bad.

With Sammi-Jo sending us on our way with the cow bell we were all hopeful it would be a repeat of yesterday with skies clearing soon up the road.

Within minutes of departure we knew that wouldn't be the case. As we rolled out of St Helens the peloton leant into the wind to stay upright, the Garmins had us rolling at 10kms/hr and Marto was heard yelling out to Rupert for a push.

The first session was 42kms to morning tea and Timmy Smithers had planned the route to take us via Bay of Fires. 10kms up the road and the Siren Sisters in lead vehicle were pulled over looking at maps - they confirmed the planned route back to the highway had us going across 9kms of wet gravel road.

It wouldn't be a Smiddy ride without a gravel road somewhere in the mix but this would turn out to be the greatest Smiddy shortcut on record.

The riders ploughed on over stone and mud, even those with mudguards couldn't be spared. We reached the end of our gravel adventure looking like we'd dived in a mud pit and our bikes sprayed in wet sand. Smithers addressed the group advising it was a mere 3kms back to the highway. Mick Farragio politely pointed out that a road sign behind Tim also had St Helens at 3kms.

So, after an hour of cycling in the worst conditions imaginable we were back at St. Helens. Smithers could sense the unrest and started his next speech to the peloton with "My fellow Americans..."

Onwards we pedalled, everyone embracing the hard yards in front of them. If we thought day one up to Cradle Mountain was brutal but this was off the charts.

At times gusts of wind slowed the peloton to a standstill. We'd be pedalling with barely any forward movement. Smithers assured me the countryside we were riding through was stunning - but none of us would have known it. We couldn't even glance sideways for fear of being blown off our bikes.

Indeed a few riders did take detours off the road at times as they were caught off guard by the wind. The rain stung exposed skin as it came down on us with fury.

We made it into the Holy Cow Cafe (home of Australia's most awarded cheddar cheese) for morning tea and took shelter from the conditions. Fresh, hot scones and coffees warmed shivering riders. Captain Kev and Jess assessed conditions and made the toughest of calls - the stage would be abandoned and riders transported to the day's end in Bridport.

Smiling for Smiddy has such an impeccable safety record on the road over the last seven years and this was to be a day that challenged our limits and won.

I must acknowledge Kev and Jess for making the call - it was the right one for the safety of the group. Rest assured though if Kev blew his whistle and told us to get back on our bikes we would have.

Our road crew did such an amazing job controlling the situation and putting plans into action to get us safely up the road. Thank you for your efforts.

The call to abandon the stage was vindicated by the amount of debris and fallen trees on the road to Bridport. It could have been so dangerous. As Smithers said "A wattle on the noggin doesn't auger well."

While half the riders were being transferred to Bridport (an hour up the road), the remaining riders were left at the Weldsborough pub to sample local beers, play pool and a few card games. The roaring fire place brought us back to a normal state.

We faced the worst that Tasmania could throw at us today and sure we sit in Bridport a little defeated but the camaraderie in the group has kept spirits high.

There's not much you can do when the weather gods throw a day at you like this so the riders must be acknowledged for their understanding and acceptance of the situation.

On the bright side the pro riders in the Tour of Tasmania didn't even go out at all today. We did 40kms. They're soft.

All the riders thoughts were with Sharky when the stage was abandoned. This legend of the Smiddy peloton has ridden every kilometre around Australia so far on his 7in7 Challenge. We all know how much it means to him to ride every km of his epic adventure. Nothing has stopped him to date but today Sharky knew the safety of the group was paramount and he accepted the day's end.

I know Sharky will return to Tasmania some day to ride that lost 100kms, hopefully enjoying it alongside his wonderful gal Alyssa.

So that's it from Bridport after a wild and wet day. A quick look outside and Sharky is still cleaning my bike. Looks like I did get the better deal.

Row

SHARKY'S OZ 7in7 TASSIE SMIDDY CHALLENGE - COLES BAY TO ST HELEN'S - Day 6

Distance: 114 kilometres
Average speed: 28.7 kmph
Maximum speed: 54.2 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 12
Temperature Maximum - 18
Metres climbed: 1137
Ride time: 2:56:43
Wind Direction: Tailwind.

Blog written by Rowan Foster

The promise of our shortest day on tour from Coles Bay to St Helens at 112km allowed us a sleep in rarely seen on a Smiddy ride - a 10.30am start. After a sensational bbq brekky thanks to our amazing road crew the late start allowed a keen group to play tourist in Freycinet National Park with a trek up to Wineglass Bay lookout. Thanks must go to Tammy and Amy Warren for the transfers to the national park. We really appreciate the amazing support of the Warren family on this trip.

It's funny that a 112km stage can be classed as an easy day but that was the mindset amongst the riders when we woke. We'd battled long days in the saddle down the west coast and we hoped day 6 would be kind to us on weary legs. As if the weather gods knew about our 10.30am departure, strong winds and rain set down on Coles Bay just minutes prior.

I made a bee line for our resident weather man Watty and asked what conditions lay ahead. Rain and a fierce headwind he replied. It sent a shudder amongst the group. A few minutes later Tassie Tim Smithers received an official report detailing clearing skies and tailwinds.

I questioned Watty on his error. He seemed so trustworthy all trip. Watty replied 'bugger me I've got no idea, I've just been making it up the whole time''. Thanks watty.

So at 11am we headed out, setting a new record for the latest ever Smiddy departure time...and what would turn out to be the shortest day of riding as well; to record under 4hrs of actual ride time is unheard of in the Smiddy peloton.

Kate Warren's mum Tammy rang the cow bell and we were on our way. A little rain fell on departure but it was soon clear the wind was with us. We clicked over the kilometres averaging 30kms/hr.

Rupert was looking the goods with superman jocks and socks on show while Maso donned his newly awarded Tassie Devil undies on the outside as well.

With a level road ahead of us the 65kms into lunch at Chain of Lagoons Beach was done in a flash. I must apologise to my old man Freddy Foster for not stopping in Bicheno on the way through - he told me I had to sample some oysters there but I figured it wouldn't be the best ride nutrition.

The lunch stop was a hit however with gluten free beef wraps and cookies the fuel for the afternoon session. Well played road crew!

Our final session into St. Helens was a mere 47kms - with a tailwind this would be a breeze.

The ride along the east coast was stunning. Rolling green hills and fields of frolicking spring lambs met a coast line of azure waters. If only Geevesy was here to talk us trough it. Tasmania - what a magic place. If only they could do something about the weather!

We were into St Helens before we knew it. The road crew had us into our cabins in a flash to freshen up for dinner - an amazing chicken stir fry. Damn they treat us well.

The team dinner saw us launch a fresh challenge for our penultimate day. It will pit the 'buffet stalkers', four of our Clydesdale riders (Watty, Marto, Tom & Mark @ 95kgs+) versus the Skinny Jims (Rupert, Sambo, Matt & Shannon) four of our lightweight cyclists on the day's main climb - a 8km ascent at average gradient of 5 per cent.

The catch is that our Skinny Jims will be weighted down with 20kg back packs to answer the much asked question of who would ride better at equal weight. I can't wait to see the outcome of that one! Stay tuned for tomorrow's results.

Thanks for following our journey and amazing support to help us reach $100,000 raised for cancer research at Mater.

I hope you enjoy following tomorrows ride!

Row Man

SHARKY'S OZ 7in7 TASSIE SMIDDY CHALLENGE - HOBART TO COLES BAY - DAY 5

Distance: 167 kilometres
Average speed: 24.4 kmph
Maximum speed: 78 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 16
Temperature Maximum - 25
Metres climbed: 1967
Ride time: 6:50:54
Wind direction: Everything but predominately killer crosswinds.

Blog written by Bryan "Walter" Humphrey


Our Search for the Holy Grail

The journey has taken six years so far
Since soothsayer Sharkey pronounced its time
We rode after resting in Hobart town
South west snow and driving sleet left behind
Still bruised from Wellington's high battle ground
After words from Sir Rohan of the Mater
And farewells from the Reeve and Boyd
We followed the lead of tenacious Tim
and meandered along river paths
glancing at the mountains and perhaps our doom

We followed the siren sisters pulsing light
The lure of C and L a compulsive entice
Rupert the willing led the first charge
up precipitous cliffs of Bust a Gall
then returned as shepherd looking after the flock
Also assisting was Sambo the steady
and Shannon our true Shepard
Andrew the younger flew on new legs
meditative Mick tapped out a rhythm
followed closely behind by meticulous Mel
and the soporific arc of slow pedal Tom
Our rear was protected from demons and orcs
by Kevin of the dwarves and Oracle Bob

The next battle ground was Black Charlies's opening
Where Paula the Petite of Anandale
Sweared a vow of silence if she could defeat
Maso the magician to the summit
Wise man that he was he let her win
Masterful Matt set a cracking pace
Fearless Nat, Commander of the descent
just waited her chance, with down hill Mel
and the flying Flynn just kept in reserve
Nicole the dependable kept up a beat
While Watto the wicked regretted night's folly
Melodious Marko showed strength where it counts
While Greg of the order of the quip coughed on

Our caravan of supporters keep our mission alive
Lady Jess of Bardon schedules our inns
Queen Maria of Smiddy plans so well
Bountiful harvest Bec nourishes souls
and still we follow the siren sisters call

Over the hills we are greeted by Lona
of the Galmorgan- Spring Bay Shire
With Angela's magic, tables overflowed
sausage rolls, cakes and breads, a feast to sustain
With inspiring words from Mayor Bertaind
we set off anew with a wind up our bums
and soon reached Orford RoadHouse to recoup
with magical drinks supplied by Jenny
Deputy mayor and kind words of support

In the afternoon the gods conspired
to combine the winds from the north and the west
Our steeds were learning as we fought the wind
Lisa the courageous inspired us all
and Peter goodwill rejoined us to ride
Princess Katie of Davonport rode to the front
and led the pilgrims down unknown roads
We met Peter the ferry man and Robert too
Who steered their longboats across fiords and more
to the delightful Warren summer palace
where we were all hugged by Queen Tammy
and given good cheer by Princesses Aimee and Melanie
with ales from our cheerful hosts Pat and Ken
The tables groaned with the weight of feast
the hounds hovered feverishly to get
the dropped morsels just ahead of Greg of the quip
Bad Sir Bryan the Bard nana napped in peace
as Sammy J the healer flexed magic hands

Tomorrow the quest continues with zeal
with a future challenge by the clydesdales
to the thin necks likely to be fierce
but the overall drive which unites these crusaders
is to find the holy grail of a cure
for the scourge of cancer that has touched us all.

Sir Walter

SHARKYS OZ 7in7 TARRAHLEA TO HOBART - DAY 4

Distance: 176.9 kilometres
Average speed: 24.2 kmph
Maximum speed: 74 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 2 Degrees At the top of Mt Wellington
Temperature Maximum - 16
2894 Metres climbed:
Ride time: 6:53:26
Wind direction: Tail

Blog written by Paul "Maso" Mason


"Ecclesiastes 3-11; There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the sun:
* The time to tear down and a time to build
*A time to weep and a time to laugh
* A time to mourn and a time to dance
*A time to cut and a time to mend
And there is nothing better than a person to enjoy their work for who am I to tell them what will happen after them.

Why this quote? this is Smiddy you ride around Tasmania and for the first three days there wasn't much sun. We are all here - we have all shed tears, we have all wept for friends and family that are no longer with us. Riding for Smiddy allows us to cut, to mend, to build, to laugh and the dance (especially Marto when he climbs a hill). Our road crew feed us, mend us, build us up ready for the next day. Adam rides with us every day. We know this and we also know that all of the other people we ride for do as well.

We awake at 4.30am with snowflakes floating in the air like a fairytale ... Just like our little cottages that Jess so wonderfully organised for us at Tarraleah. But we are not in a fairytale. Because before we are finished our amazing hot breakfast, before we are actually ready Kevvy blows his bloody whistle and our five minutes to begin Day 4 Tarraleah to Hobart.

We roll out and surprise surprise, we climb and we climb again and then begins our best day in Tasmania. we are on a descent with a tailwind woo hooo!!! We fly - speeds up to 70km recorded. the pack spread out across the road just the way Kevvy likes it.

Before we know it is a Hamilton. Tim, Jock and Jane from Curringa Farm were our awesome hosts and we were speechless as we were spoilt with homemade scones and cakes. This connection was arranged by one of Paul Mason's work colleagues - Richard Focken. Thanks so much Richard and the crew at Curringa Farm. All the riders enjoyed the informative presentation by Tim. There is an unwritten competition currently occurring and Marto is currently holding the yellow jersey for sausage roll consumption. Flynny currently is in green (sprint jersey) for the number of scones and claims he ate four but eye witnesses have verified he may have actually eaten 16. This was Jess' highlight of the trip to date as she snatched a suckling lamb from the mothers teat and consoled it by giving it a huge cuddle before returning it to its mother.

Heading into New Norfolk Rowan decided it was time to play and he started a fantastic 5-10km smashfest whereby Watty and several other were redlining just to hold on. Much fun was had and riders were known to experience a little bit of scone throat vomit as they raced with great speed toward Hobart.

Lunch was fantastic hosted by Meg Walker and her mum Marsha at their beautiful establishment with their amazing friends and family. Kate was extremely overwhelmed by their generosity as they also gave several donations and opened their homie to us. they are a part of our Smiddy family and have offered to host in any future events that are held. thanks so much to Meg and her support crew at New Norfolk.

Tim was kind enough to lead us into Hobart with our day rider Oliver who has previously ridden with Sharky on his original journey when he first started riding. We had a pit stop at Salamanca and then a quiet hush fell over the group as we munched once again on the delicious home baked cooking so kindly provided to us. Strategies were formed, alliances made, tactics discussed and Row was at his all time best in attempting to impact everyone with his Dynamo powers. Why was this happening??? We were about the embark on one of the greatest mountain climbs in Australia and in our lives. Mount Wellington. The tour of Tassie conducted their stage one time trial minutes before we arrived, you could smell the sweat and blood at the start line. Some sucked it up with glee - we could all see the twinkle in Sambo's eyes. Some were weeping in anticipation at the next challenge the Tasmania would throw at them. The NRS Genesis completed the climb in 46 minutes. Our own Row man knocked it over in 40 minutes (give or take 5 or so kilometres) due to the Dynamo powers mentioned earlier. Sambo well he knew that he wanted it and managed to out-sprint the three amigos hot on his tail (Kate, Tim and Maso). Everybody who started finished the climb and what an awesome effort!!! After three days of majestic Tasmanian climbing - doing Mt Wellington on tired legs was tough and its really important that all the Garmins, the Strava, the heart rate monitors, the power meters - they all need to take second place to the legs, the heart but most importantly the mind that gets you to the top. You are not going to remember the figures when you retell this story. You will remember what grit, what guts, what mental strength, what friendships were formed and how slowly those kilometre markers rolled under your wheels. Reflect on this and be really proud of what you have achieved. Be just as proud and remember - how good showering and actually surviving the cold of the descent was because that is what life is all about. The small things. A little bit of discomfort is nothing in comparison to what people suffering with cancer are going through.

We finished the day with a magnificent meal at SOLO - where Simon our host spoilt us rotten. thanks so much Tim for your contact with him and providing us with a great night.
We also bade farewell to Boydy and Geeves - both who were to leave us in the morning. Thanks so much to both of you - you are with us in spirit to the end.

Congratulations to Rupert for his spirit award in allowing Row to win the climb and assisting riders up the climb.

This is Sharky's 7 in 7 Smiddy Tasmania Day Four. An epic ride so far. I'm loving every minute and cant wait to keep going.

Maso

SHARKY'S OZ 7 IN 7 TASSIE CHALLENGE STRAHAN - TARRALEAH

Key stats:
178km
3947 m climbing
Min ambient temp 0 deg.
Min apparent temp -6
Max temp 16 deg
Max speed 84km / hr
Rain: 16 mm
Road kill: modest
Air quality index 9.7 / 10

Day 3 -Tassie Smiddy Challenge.

Before I start describing the exploits of the day, some context is appropriate. Based on the mix of weather, distance and vertical metre climbing, today had all the ingredients to be EPIC! Many of you reading this would no doubt stay up during the Tour de France for a few of the crown stages. Well - today would be one of those days you'd stay up to watch. 4kms of vertical climbing is enough to have the most accomplished mountain goats nervous. In fact, arguably Australia's toughest one day ride is called 3 peaks in the Victorian highlands and this has similar climbing statistics to today! Most that take on the epic 3 peaks ride spend months preparing..... Smiling for Smiddy style is to knock out 330km of some of the toughest riding you'll ever do, in the two days prior! Hence - I suspect for almost every rider, today actually started mentally when they jumped into bed the night before - for you knew that the moment your alarm greeted you for the 0500 breakfast it would be unconditional to strap the a-game on and tackle one of the most demanding profiles anyone could conceive (#thankskatewarren)

Fuel:
As I was enjoying my customary bowl of weet bix I noted Capt. Kev in stern discussion with Geevesy.... Now Geevesy is not just an accomplished past challenge rider, he and at times his son and daughters have become a fixture in the cockpit of the lead vehicle playing a key role in the safe transfer of vehicles around the riders. Further more - Geevesy is a trivia man. He has an anecdote or commentary for almost everything. What he doesn't know he makes up. Especially on this tour - being a native tasweigen. For instance, some common radio chatter may go as follows. Rear vehicle: "Geevesy, what is that yellow flowering bush to the left". Front vehicle: "ah... Well, that is the rare variety of the yellow flowering bruxmouldia shrub - full of thorns but known to be used in a number of herbal medicines...." Then a plane flys overhead.... A mere spec to the naked eye.... Geevesy "did you catch that.... That was a bombardia dash 8 Q 300... Then geevesys voice drops an octave and he says.... Pretty sure that would be VH-MJQ.... Enroute to Melbourne.... Sadly today though - Geevesy was the recipient of a stern homily from Capt. Kev about forward planning. Geevesy vehicle was running on fumes and would not have made it to the first stop at bike ride pace, so Geevesy and his crew were sent on their way, tail between their legs at 0530 to source fuel!

Breakfast:

Wow - we never ceased to be amazed what our incredible support crew can do. They once again served up a breakfast of cereal, eggs, toast, freshly squeezed juice and necessary sustenance to survive the day. This amazing support team get up an hour before we do and deliver a spread that makes a real contribution to the riders being able to complete these grueling days. Thank you!

Day 3 - the first stanza: at rollout there was a genuine sense of intense atmosphere. Many riders were trying to ignore that little person in the back of the head saying "do you think you'll make it today'?... It didn't help with Flyn-dog (arrrrooooo!!) wandering around mentioning that the apparent temp in Queenstown (45km up the rd) was negative 11.9 deg!!)

Big Mal Burke (aka mad dog) was celebrating another 21st birthday today so Kevy gave him the honour of ringing the cow bell to set the riders on their way for the day. The first 674 metres were pristine, delightful and somewhat mezmorising as we're cruised out of Strauhan hugging the river and admiring the beautiful harbour and boat, the early glimps of the sun shimmering off these impressive vessels.... Then - we sadly turned left and there began nearly 2 solid hours of climbing.... And as the weather doomsday forecasters had predicted.... The rain also arrived! For the next few hours it was a real toil - climbing, becoming gradually soaked and all in conditions with an ambient temp of around 4 degrees.

The climb of the day:
The much talked about climb before morning tea with 98 bends arrived. I think we were all fairly nervous knowing this was a serious climb in terms of altitude and all realising the weather could be unpredictable. To be fair - what we experienced was perhaps on of the best climbs you'll ever do. Many described it as very European with exposed terrain and continual switch backs meaning you could see both ahead of you and back down into the valley. As a rider - many tough climbs are characterised by persistence. That is - you tend to be focused on the road ahead and you are often encased by tree line facades. What we had was the total opposite. It was a climb you deliberately rode up to one of your smiddy buddies and stuck by their side. The speed of this climb was not important - it was about taking in a very unique experience, and performing it at a speed you could love every minute of it! (#thankskatewarren)


The sausage roll renaissance:
We roll into morning tea. One of the great things about riding is that in my mind at least, you get a free pass on the eating front. In the real world I avoid pastries and baked goods, on Smiddy rides it's game on as guilt free I splurge, confident in my garmin telling me I have burnt over 5000 calories. It should be noted that I am yet to complete a ride without gaining weight. With Tasmanian hospitality it seems unlikely that this trend will change, man the sausage rolls are good.

The Quiet room and the Hurt locker:
I described both of these places in a blog from the Townsville ride in 2010.... Some of you may remember. For those not aware let me assist. Smiddy riders are insanely stubborn determined and persistent people. They see a glass with no more than a little condensation on the side as half full, and they tune out to those that tell them something can't be done. This is why riders sometimes enter either the quite room, or the hurt locker. Firstly - neither are pleasant and I've spent time in both. The quiet room is a place you enter when enduring a day and conditions begin to get tough. This can happen for so many different reasons and is often personal - the wrong clothing choice, hunger flat, needing a comfort break, or a body niggle making riding challenging and painful. When this happens, you enter what is know as the quiet room. A place that when you roll through the pelaton very little is said. Your entire focus is on holding the wheel in front... What tends to be so incredible in a smiddy pelaton is the support from fellow riders prevents one from being consumed into the vortex of the "hurt locker". This is a seriously unpleasant place. The hurt locker has been considered as an alternative to waterboarding at Guantanamo! Let me tell, this is an awful place and today some of the riders endured this due to their bodies contending with niggles of the past couple of days, and circumstances making their day extremely tough. What I love about Smiddy riders and by that I mean that every single person on this Tassie ride is enduring these conditions for a reason bigger than completing a ride. It is all about making a difference in the fight against cancer, for those we love and for those we remember. Today there were a number of people in both the hurt locker and the quiet room. Even the Shark himself checked in for a short visit. Today was an incredible day as a cyclist, but I think very few could say, they did not at some point do some extremely tough hours n the road. For me, it is at these time I think of every person that has taken the time and commitment to contribute to the smiling for Smiddy cause - it lifts every rider through the tough moments.


The big climb
Today's climb was the biggest I have personally tackled. Around 10km with gradients reaching at least 23.16% (stat provided by Boydy). I joined the M team, Mick, Mel and Masso, but made a school girl error when I positioned myself in the front section of the quartet effectively locking myself in to their pace, around 20 beats per minute above my planned effort.

But as is mostly the case in life, the harder you work the greater the victory, and as usual the scenery did not disappoint, the snow capped mountains a perfect backdrop for some group happy snaps. Excellent facebook proof that we are indeed doing it tough down here.

Arriving
There is something incredibly satisfying about arriving at your destination each evening. Like most things Smiddy related you're never quite sure what to expect. Today was one of those ultra bonus days. Tarralah originally built to house the workers from the local hydro scheme has been converted into a collection of holiday cottages, complete with Tavern and function room where the team shared a very civil meal (with linen and everything).

The perfect end to an epic day.


Top 10 cool things from today:

1. Shannon, on debut as a Smiddy rider, is your quintessential gentlemen complete with mustache and cravat. Today he showed Smiddy spirit of a seasoned veteran by pushing numerous people throughout the day and was fittingly awarded the Smiddy spirit award.

2. Shannon handing over said award to another great Smiddy Ambassador Tim Smith, his partner in pushing.

3. Lisa - dressed in a short sleeve jersey and knicks while the rest of us shiver under at least 4 layers - a definite contender for the upcoming Smiddy nude calendar

4. The twins rocking out the lead vehicle with Geevsie in tow, so positive and simply lovely - happily giving away their own food and clothing in order to help us out.

5. The range of tunes on offer from our resident DJs

6. The number of chicks on the radio.

5. The number of chicks in the team

6. Kevvy's sheer delight at finding his family of origin (aka garden gnomes) in Queenstown.

7. Brian sharing his poems with an audience who really got it

8. Watching other riders snake their way up a summit or cruise down a descent

9. Drinking port and eating dark chocolate at Club 70 - Nic, Iain and Antonia - rest assured the tradition continues.

10. People making the tough call of doing van time to care for some niggling injuries to increase their chances of returning to the group.

Final note.
Last year when I rode the 7 my mate Karen had this uncanny ability of calling me just when I needed her. Karen lost her very brave battle with cancer in February this year. On the epic day that was Day 3, I missed my mate's call.

Anna and Boydy.

SHARKY'S OZ 7in7 SMIDDY TASSIE CHALLENGE - DAY 2 CRADLE MOUNTAIN TO STRAHAN

Distance: 141 kilometres
Average speed: 26.6 kmph
Maximum speed: 71.5 kmph
Temperature Minimum - 4
Temperature Maximum - 16 degrees
Metres climbed: 1809
Ride time: 5hrs 19mins
Wind direction: Was kind to us today and predominately was behind us.

Road Kill update:
Well I just wanted to explain that no-one has stepped up on this trip to count the road kill. Which is a huge disappointment as the kill count would not only been extremely high but variantly interesting. The past two days I have been kind of loosely making a mental list of the different species of animals I have witnessed squashed on or off to the side of the road. Wallabies are the most common and vary from being torn apart with limbs up to 20 metres away, to fully intact ones that look as if they have lay down for a peaceful sleep. Birds have been quite common but the most shocking and sad kill was when we passed by two white geese that did not quite make it to the other side of the road. In yesterday's snow storm Rowan and I passed a huge wombat that was fully intact, on its back, all four legs spread and two of the whitest balls I have ever laid eyes on. Of course Marto saw it as well and has not shut up about it for the past 24 hours. One of the riders suggested that wombat was a dead ringer for our old mate Andrew Watts. Out of respect for Watty we only laughed for five minutes at this very poor joke about our mate.

The short stage that is never short
So with just 140 kilometres to travel today and after the epic ride we all went through yesterday, the later start of eight-am was appreciated by all. The snow continued throughout the night and was still snowing when I went to bed at 12:30. But on awaking at seven-am a quick peek out the door, while letting in a gush of cold air, also suggested that the worst had passed. There was even a hint of blue sky and the wind had dropped dramatically. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as I know all the other riders did and felt the same way. For me personally it is so important that I complete this journey around Australia knowing that I have pedaled the entire way. I only intend on doing this trip once and never want to return to have to complete a section that I was unable to do due to inclement weather. So a huge thank you to the weather Gods for taking pity on us and only throwing the one stupidly bad day of weather at us, thus far!

Hill, hills and more hills and one supreme climber!
So our eight-am start saw all riders present and accounted for and sent on our way by the ringing of the cow bell by the friendly road crew member Cheryl King. While it was cold, the rain stayed away, and the misty and moist conditions were actually quite pleasant to ride in. The highland country of Cradle Mountain was gorgeous to ride through with its craggy peaks, perfectly lush green fields, happy cows and sheep and cows that kept running away from me when Mr Mason asked them that bloody annoying question; "If Sharky is gay please run away", which they bloody-well always did. Damn it! Anyway while the climbing continued throughout the first 90 kilometres of the day, most of it was pleasant with only a few that needed to be completed through gritted teeth and steely determination. Malcolm "Maddog" Bourke loves to climb. He stated that climbing is best combined with a killer 50km/h headwind, sideways rain and a gradient of at least 17%. He went on to say that compared to yesterday all the climbs today were graded no higher than a 2.5 out of ten. Because of Maddog love of climbing his nickname has now been changed to "Mountain Goat" Bourke.

The descent that finally came after 70km's
I guess we all thought we were at the top when we left our accommodation but really it took 70km's of rolling hills before we lost any real altitude of the 930 metres we had gained the day before. When it did come it was fast, wet in places but reasonable safe. Natalie Gordon came into her own and descended so fast that she passed all the lads going for it at the front. I found out all this later as I started at the back and missed all the excitement of seeing Nat mix it up with the boys. Nice work Natalie.

The ultimate pace-lining session by the riders
It was after our lunch break at Zeehan, a lovely small country town famous for its steam train collection and old fashioned architectural buildings, where we had a nice visit from Kate Warren's partner, Brent's parents, Denzel and Jeanette, who were given the honour of ringing the cow bell to send the riders on their way. It was from here on to the finish that the road was either a gradual decline or flat with a few rolling hills that the group had their first Smiddy moment when the pace-lining began in earnest. 40km/h for up to ten kilometres was the order of the day. It was beautiful, a little painful, but at times like this I can feel the energy within the group and I feel like my mate Adam Smiddy has come down to join us. I love those moments as they are infrequent but when they come man they are so damn awesome!

A surprise visit to the ultimate sand pit
Just eight kilometres from the finish and our little Rabbit Warren, Kate had a surprise in store for the riders; we were directed off to the side of the road, a short 500 metre ride down a wet and muddy fire trail, bike shoes off and a walk up huge sand-dunes to incredible views of the Indian Ocean, which also maybe the Pacific Ocean, depending on who you talk to and whether Google is correct in a court of law. Anyway it was fun to feel the softness of sand on the soles of your feet after being in hard cycling shoes for thousands of kilometres. The photo opportunities were aplenty with a head-stand in the sand being attempted successfully by Mel, although she was aided by Anna, who I think just wanted to hold onto Mel's athletic legs while upside down. Who else can boast a feat such as that?

Marto wraps up the huddle
The finish into Strahan Caravan Park saw the riders and road crew celebrate
exuberantly to make up for the fact that we missed out on it yesterday due to the inclement weather. Marto was given the honour of taking on the huddle as guest speaker due to his ability to think on the spot as I gave him exactly and precisely two seconds warning that he was the guest huddle speaker. And of course he spoke lots of rubbish about him being a good rider and we all laughed and he was the world champion not only in sausage rolls consumed but smashed it today when he actually went to the front of the peloton on not one, not two and not three times, but on six separate occasions.

Watty delivers a nice surprise
Tonight's dinner was held at Hamers Hotel and the food was plentiful and very yummy. If you ever pass by here be sure to ask for the double choc banana split with choc covered strawberries...

A nice surprise tonight was when Watty shouted tonight's entire meal for the group of 36 people and then asked each person to donate $20 back to Smiddy. So a fantastic $700 was raised for Smiddy and the Mater Foundation thanks to Watty's generosity and excellent idea. Row delivered his usual excellent wrap up of the days ride and Nicole and Maddog did a great job reading out yesterdays blog to the group.

Tomorrow is another epic day of close to 4000 metres of climbing, 182 kilometres, with an expectation of rain and headwinds after lunch. Six-am is roll out and I have set a record by having this blog completed and posted prior to nine-am.

Until tomorrow.

Sharky

SHARKY'S OZ 7IN7 SMIDDY TASSIE CHALLENGE - DAY 1 / LAUNCESTON TO CRADLE MOUNTAIN

Distance: 192 kilometres
Average speed: 22.2 kmph
Maximum speed: 70.5 kmph
Temperature Minimum - minus 2 degrees atop of Cradle Mountain
Temp with Wind Chill factor - Minus 10
Temperature Maximum - 11 degrees at 2:30pm
Metres climbed: 3650
Ride time: 8hrs 38mins
Wind direction: Headwind, Crosswind, Tailwind, Everything wind
Different kinds of wet stuff: Front on rain, sideways rain, head splattering rain, sleet, ice and finally snow

Wow! How the bloody hell do you sum up one of the toughest days ever endured on a bike? I am not sure I will do it justice but here goes...

Obscene weather pattern hits the Smiddy crew
You see, what is happening over here in Tassie, while my fellow Queenslanders are enduring a bit of a heatwave is this: The 26 riders entered in the inaugural Smiddy Challenge, as part of my 7in7 journey around Australia, are freezing their tits off! First up this morning, with a six-am roll out time, the cold wet rain began in earnest precisely two kilometres into our ride. It did not relent for a long, four very cold and miserable hours. But in hindsight that was like going for a walk in the park for five minutes without an umbrella during a sun-shower. For what hit the group in the afternoon on the climb up to Cradle Mountain was some of the most horrendous conditions I have ever witnessed on a bike in 30 years of riding.

Do not stop or you will freeze in place!
It was shortly after our afternoon tea stop, with 50 kilometres remaining, that the group were left to ride to the finish under their own steam and no regrouping required. It was just too cold, too windy, too rainy, too sleety and too damn snowy for it to be anything but every man and women for themselves. Now this may come across as very un-Smiddy like, but seriously, it was as simple as this: if you stopped for any reason at all, to piss, to eat, to put on extra clothes or to take a photo you would not finish the day's stage. The main reason was mild hypothermia being the biggest problem and the lack of daylight that was seriously running out as our five-pm expected finish time blew out to the last riders dwindling in after six-pm. As it turned out 15 riders were pulled from the course and ferried to the top by Kevvy and the road crew. To give you an indication of how cold we all got out there this afternoon; it is now 10:15pm, some four hours after finishing and I am still cold to the bone and my fingers hurt to type due to the trauma they went through today. I know all the riders are feeling the same way. My utmost admiration goes out to some of the stronger riders, who sacrificed their own ride to help those riders struggling to get to the finish. Unfortunately they were also asked to get in the van with the deteriorating conditions and lack of daylight left in the sky.

High and lows of an epic day in the mountains
In some ways today was such a contrast of amazing highs and incredible lows. The highs being the sensational school visit to Devonport State School for lunch at 11:30am, organised by Smiddy rider, Kate Warren, who lives in Tassie and teaches at this school.

The greatest school visit in Smiddy history
The riders were met by their own personal chaperones as we descended upon a sea of hundreds of screaming school children all wanting a high five. Each child chaperone then took our bikes and placed them inside the assembly hall, we were then invited to take off our wet cycling shoes and don slippers that were all painted with Smiddy Smiley faces and our names. My companion was ten year old Colby and he fussed over me to the extent that he even cooked a special cup-cake for me that had my name, 'Sharky,' written in icing on it. The kids presented Kate with a donation on behalf of the school. We did the usual zinc face painting thing that is always a hit with the kids and riders alike and surprising Kate won the best design on her face as judged by her kids, when clearly she was not! Nicole Maloney was the clear winner and the kids thought it was hilarious as they all just wanted Kate to win because she is not only a great teacher but such a lovely person. Other highlights from that visit included the opportunity I had to give the children a sun-safe message, the yummy food, all supplied by their children and their parents, the indoor Smiddy huddle which included all the kids, teachers, riders and road crew, and the high fives as we departed from one of the most memorable school visits on record. A huge congratulations to Kate and the children at Devonport State school.

That bloody Cradle Mountain climb
The climb up to Cradle Mountain was both a low and a high. A high in the sense that it tested you to the brink of your mental and physical capacity. If you gave in, if the body was willing but the mind not in the A-Game frame, then it was on the benches for you. A low in the sense that I know all the riders wanted to, and could have finished, if just given the chance to finish under their own steam. To be robbed of that opportunity, due to the lack of daylight and the incredible hard conditions was sad to hear the disappointment as they verbally recollected that last horrible hour on the bike. But I also liked their attitude, like when Paula said that she was going to make up the ten kilometres that she missed today by riding extra kilometres after tomorrow's shorter stage.

Kevvy and a cup of tea
Well it is now 11pm and I am so tired but the words are still coming effortlessly. Kevvy has just entered the cabin that I am sharing with Mick Farrag, who is my Brother in Arms and the only other rider to endure 3000 kilometres of riding since leaving Brisbane on September 7. Mick was one of those selfless riders that hung back to help other riders struggling and paid the price and I love him for it! Rebecca and Peter Knight are also sharing and still out there doing the washing. Peter defected to road crew when he realised the pace was too high in the first 30 kilometres of the morning session. He was sick with the flu and did not want to hold the other riders up. His selfless attitude earned him the right to lead the indoor Smiddy huddle tonight after dinner. Anyway Kevvy is always concerned for me as he knows these blogs take some time to write. Hence the offer of a cup of tea, which I gratefully accepted. The great thing with Kev is that he then knows not to to talk to me, allowing me to concentrate on the job at hand. A greater more understanding mate would be hard to find...

Well the great thing about today's blog is no exaggeration is required, as no matter what I have written above, unless you were here today, it just can't be explained as to the suffering that these guys went through. All you need to do love ones and supporters reading this, is to be incredibly proud of your special rider doing this event for all the right reasons. The team at Smiling for Smiddy are blessed to now have another 26 amazing Smiddy ambassadors and we could not be prouder.

Finally just a few quick observations from today and I am off to bed.

1. Our road crew rock in so many ways. This afternoon was the most stressful and busy situation they have ever been put in and it is only day one. I would especially like to acknowledge Kevvy making the decision to tell riders to leave their bikes on the side of the road and to get them into the warmth of the car. The bikes were then collected by Peter Knight, who did an awesome job actually locating each and every one of the abandoned bikes.

2. All the road crew this afternoon went above and beyond their call of duty, I can't mention all their selfless acts or I will be here all night. But they rock and we the riders wish to acknowledge that we are in awe of all your contributions.

3. Greg 'Sausage-Roll-World-Champion-Marto Martin for proving that it is humanly possible to consume 16 sausage rolls for morning tea, another ten at lunchtime, and still carry his impressive spare tyre up Cradle Mountain and get within two kilometres of the summit before the sweeper van swept him up.

4. Paul 'Maso-Sore-Achillies' Mason for his comment at lunchtime that it is impossible not to put on weight during any Smiddy event. Referring to the fact that the riders are so well fed. Maso was also obviously delirious when he said to me over dinner that this afternoon was the most fun he has ever had. Obviously his brain is still in freeze frame mode.

5. Rupert Leigh and Matt Zaranski are the best of mates and took on this journey together. I loved the fact that after completing the first long tough climb of around ten kilometres after lunch, that they then descended down to the last riders and helped them all the way into the afternoon tea break. Nice work boys!

6. To Lisa and Natalie who battled onwards and upwards those last few hours of the day, always accepting help and bing so understanding when the time came to get in the van. Also to all the other riders who needed a lift and understood road crew were only concerned for your safety. Thanks also to Anna Tate for being the best female shepherd in the world. Chappy would be so proud of your performance today!

7. To Andrew 'Fox' Watts for sharing the first part of that hard slog up to Cradle with me. And then to my old mate Rowan Foster; so many shared suffering memories spring to mind my friend, and to ride that remaining 34 kilometres into the teeth of the fiercest and coldest wind and sleet conditions we have ever ridden in, was pure unadulterated pleasure to suffer by your side yet again. Another one for the memory banks champ!

8. To Kate, Pete, Mick, Bryan and Paula, to ride on a day like today when you have just completed the Adelaide to Melbourne leg was just awe-inspiring to watch. You guys rock my world.

9. To the lads, Tom and then Shannon, who suffered punctures in those terrible conditions, yet somehow managed to get them fixed with hands that had no feelings and went on to finish, job well done. Tim Smith thank you for helping Tom to get going and Shannon for your understanding at Rowan and I not stopping when you punctured.

10. And finally on a day when even the Tasmanian's in the field; Kate, Geevsey and Tim declared that it was indeed a bad day to be out on the bike and ensuring that even locals feel the pain.

Sharky's final words
Well Pete and Rebecca just walked through the door and it is now 11:50pm, and that it what our road crew do. First up and last to bed. Always looking out for the riders. Washed and dried and fresh clean clothes to wear thanks to these amazing people. Pete tells me that Jess and Maria are still there now and waiting to put the last load through the drier. I am emotional as I write this and tears come to my eyes when I think of these beautiful individuals. How lucky are we?

If you are inspired by todays events please visit our website and make a donation towards your favourite rider. Help us to achieve our Tasmanian goal of raising $100,000, to go towards our overall goal or raising $1 million dollars for cancer research in this 12 month period.

Thank you and goodnight.

Sharky