The famous Cream Cracker. Invented by Joseph Haughter at his home in Dublin and then manufactured by William Jacob in a small bakery around 1885. The term cream crackers refer to the method in which the mixture is creamed during manufacture and traditionally prepared using fermented dough. Now, Cream Crackers are commonly served with cheese (delicious), corned beef (maybe during WWI) and Vegemite (bloody Skippies cover everything in bloody Vegemite), but it’s also slag for knackered.
I am now of the opinion that this ride is like wrestling a bear – you don’t stop just because you’re tired, well, I’m knackered! I’ve been knackered before but not like this. For instance, I stayed awake all night with Sarah when Lo was due watching Lee Evans Live and drinking Red Bull, and I will argue that staying up most Sunday mornings to watch the mighty QPR until 4:30 is knackering (voluntary I grant you), but I’m proper Cream Crackered.
This is a great segway into last night as I didn’t sleep a wink; usually you sleep like a baby when you knackered, but I was traumatised. I will tell you why later but first the usual update. Team CSA we congratulated for leading the Constipation during the longest day, no fines and Shirley Temple won the King of the Mountain jersey for his decent as he not good at them. The Camp Quality banquet was good then Miss Murrurundi, a veritable visual feast of outback beauties. To say they were easy on the eye would be an out and out lie, these crossdressers were as rough as a badger arse, all were about a 10 pinter (optical strength for beer goggles) and if you woke up next to one of these you would gnaw your own arm off to getaway.
Our entrant, Patricia Fugly was proper ropey, and that’s about as far as I’m going with her biography as it wasn’t complimentary but let’s just say the Team CSA didn’t make the podium. The winner was in a mini dress and was prepared to entice the judges with some filthy moves, but it was all in a good cause and no one got hurt –apart from a sleepless night as I had images no one should have. With the crowd ready to drink away what has just happened we all headed to the bar just in time to watch the Ashes. With the Skippies behind in the preceding’s and with the 3 Lions running rampant the Skippies lost interest quickly but the banter was still there. Now the fine Master (Big G) must have been on the wrong side of a few homebrews as he gave me a hug to the words ‘you’re not that bad for a Pome’ – so as a warning, kids remember alcohol does funny things to you, things you might regret when you sober up.
Today’s plan as the Legends cycle from Murrurundi to Muswellbrook.
- Up at 06:30 – lie in for the Legends
- Breakfast done by 08:20
- Start rolling at 08:30.
- Flats through to our only stop at Scone.
- Flats through to Muswellbrook
- Roll into the Railway Hotel in Muswellbrook.
Elevation map, where green is downhill and yellow FLAT
You can not keep a good man down and Day 9 saw the return of Dishy as Captain, back on the radio he returned to his rightful position of Captain of Team CSA. Welcome back Captain, you have been missed – the coup was staged my global audience as Brad is a gun cyclist and lead Team CSA well
Today’s ride is long and flat with a couple of cheeky inclines so I was happy to sit towards the back of the Constipation as we rolled through the Hunter. There is a stark difference in the colour in the fields, green was returning and with livestock running around, it was a cheering sight but a reminder that with 150ks under your belt water isn’t such a problem. We kept a steady pace and we rolled into Scone where the locals were out and the local artesian market was in full flow which makes parking hazardous.
With the Constipation refuelled we headed to Muswellbrook where the locals had decked the roads out with bike related placards. Came to rest in the park across from the Hotel where the local Lions club laid on lunch. Well it will be a lazy afternoon where the Legends will catch up on sleep ready for the final night of the 1000ks 4 Kids.
Day 9 – ENJOY!
Badger & Batbottom 