A hybridised custom-concept cycle that combines the 80’s high watermark of elite British racing design with no-nonsense Australian innovation. This bike was made for riding.
You will note the clean lines of a Venom, from the legendary British outfit Venom Racing Cycles. This is the Canberra-based vehicle in Mark’s gallery of modern classics. There is no mistaking the 1980’s in the Venom’s pastel puce colorway and mirror-silver/purple branding, reminding us of an era when being ostentacious was not considered the least bit ostentacious. One can easily imagine Gordon Gekko on this machine powering through Central Park (perhaps barking orders into a house brick-sized mobile phone), or Patrick Bateman using it for a leisurely ride to return videos.
The Venom was, and still is, a coveted thoroughbred.
And yet I have improved on the original. With some adjustments here and there (I have put racks on it), this Venom Racing Cycle has been transformed and rebirthed as ‘The Vulcan,’ the ultimate tourer.
The Vulcan is superb. Except for the seat, which to me looks exactly like one used in the fifteeth century by Torqemada to power his “Wheel of Fortune.”
Anyway, The Vulcan is superb. Did I say that already? Except that maybe its gearing is better suited for flat-tracks. But then maybe I shouldn’t have weighed the poor bastard down with all the crap I’ve brought along. It’s HEAVY. The Vulcan’s a trouper, though. I spent all day yesterday living in fear that the back wheel was simply going to collapse. But it came through stress-testing unbroken and unbowed.
Two days into my personal pre-Xmas Epic odyssey. I started near Yass from a place called Binalong and rode beatiful backroads to Boroowa for lunch and then on to Wyangala Dam that evening. After a fabulous day’s riding – 20-degrees, glorious sunshine and a decent road where the only traffic was the odd Hilux or Triton tray-top with a tool box and two dog cages on the back – I got there after dark completely shattered. It was about 110k’s ride, but with the amopunt of crap I have, that was too far for a first day.
Stuff I learned today: Wyangala Dam stretches back about 30 kilometers and holds about two-and-a-half times as much water as Sydney Harbour. It is currently at 94 per cent capacity. But during the drought – until very recently – its water level fell as low as 3 per cent capacity. Gorgeous camp ground next to the water was pretty much deserted, but apparently you can’t swing a cat in summer. There are several thousands of boaters/skiers/fishers etc in this campground alone over Christmas.
I woke this morning sore. So I just trundled to Cowra, not 40km away. Not sure where tomorrow, the main consideration being somewhere with a decent place to watch the Wallabies.
Live Long & Prosper.