"Pancake hill or hungry flat - the cyclist's dilemma."
Indeed. But my thoughts as I reached Mt. Elephant Pancakes were exactly these: "No way! No wayyy!" That, by Tasmanian standards, was a baby of a climb! "Do I even deserve to eat gourmet pancakes after such a paltry effort?" Going down the hill on the other side, I can see what all the fuss was about, but wow, I was shocked. Goes to show you (and by you I mean me), that hills I worry and stress about end up being a piece of (pan)cake! Harhar. Yet all those surprise hills wipe me out me out completely! Maybe cause this was the beginning of the day... But so easy, I can't believe it. And the two pancakes I had were very tasty. Though they should be called crepes. Because American style flapjacks are the real 'pancake' in my mind, and that's still where my devotion remains.
Now, I didn't write much else about this day in my journal so what can I remember? Hmm, must have been a nice ride. I stayed with Sally's son and girlfriend in St. Helen's and we went out to the coast for a quick look and had a yummy veggie/pasta dinner. And oh how I love big beds that I can sleep diagonally across!
St. Mary's to St. Helen's
Total K's: 65.77
Avg Spd: 17.6 k/hr
Max Spd: 49.2 k/hr
Hours on bike: 3:43
KM Scary Hill Rating: 2/7
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