Another Grafton to Inverell came and went and it was another satisfying weekend with lots of nervous energy, social chats, windburned lips and tired riders (and helpers). I’m not going to write about the race, nor will I sing praise to the tireless helpers but I will rather self-indulgently write about the best part of the entire weekend: How I got to ride the Gibraltar Range myself.
Twice I had driven up this beautiful 17 km steady climb and both times I thought to myself that I will probably never get to ride the Gibraltar Range. It’s the feature climb of ‘Grafton to Inverell’ race and with 68 km from the start and still over 100 km from the finish; whichever way you go, it’s too far to return after an exhausting weekend.
So when Alberto suggested to leave Inverell early on Sunday morning and drive to the top of the range, park the car and ride down and up the range before heading home, he didn’t need to ask twice: