(I cringe when I read this today but I can’t bring myself to take it down just yet. Clearly I was seeking to channel the very clever BikeSnobNYC in style.)
I must admit, at first I had my doubts about whether or not I’d be cycling in Kalgoorlie.
I visited the Museum of Western Australia and found this remarkable precursor to the modern Cervelo, built with wheels from old boxes, “tyres” from old meat tins and forks fashioned from mulga wood (whatever that is).
Consider this detail of the chainular region, which back in the day would have held a “chain” made of bullock hide (whatever that is).
The exhibit explained how this wooden relic had been “pushed” from Southern Cross to Mount Barker back in the gold rush days. Being a Canadian and generally unaware of distances here in the outback, I had to peek at a map to realize that this represents a distance in excess of 2,150km, which, as I’m sure you’re aware, is about the distance from Vancouver to Winnipeg.
If that was the standard they set around here – there would be no excuse if I left Kalgoorlie without getting on a bike myself.
In town I found the local cycling shop, Hannan’s Cycles. If you need cycling gear in Kalgoorlie, Hannan’s Cycles is the LBS you’re looking for. A gentleman named Brian very kindly loaned me a road bike they had in the back. I will be forever in his debt, as his act of generosity give me access to a bike made out of modern materials, tuned up and ready to go for a spin out of Kalgoorlie!
I started by visiting the vastÂ Super Pit, this massive gold mine just outside of town. I was there just in time to see the day’s blast! This pit is insanely massive, and only getting bigger: the viewing platform I was standing on is due to be demolished shortly as the open pit expands towards town.
Off I went down the Goldfields Highway to see what I could see. In Toronto I sometimes lament not having a long enough stretches of road to (safely) attempt a series of intervals. Here, this is not an issue. The road went into the bush for as far as the eye could see.
And not only that, but look at the shoulders. They were great, and traffic was forgiving.
However, I will never complain about Canadian trucks again. I learned a new term in Kalgoorlie: “Road Train.”
These Road Train mothers of all truckers legally stretch up to 63.5m in length and just when you think they’ve finished passing, there’s an improbable amount of whoosh still coming for you.
The Goldfields Highway follows the route of the pipeline that provides water to Kalgoorlie from Perth, which itself is a storied engineering feat. It’s hard to imagine life in the goldfields before it was bringing water out here. (I mean, how could you lug the weight of water over that distance without having to drink all the water you were carrying?!)
Feeling in need of a little extra life, I considered a short stop at 2-Up. Actually, I found out afterwards that this is not in fact a video game reference in the middle of the bush, but instead a now-defunct casino whose name references a popular Australian gambling game played with two old pennies. (I was given a set by some thoughtful Australians I met in town.)
And what trip to a mining town would be complete without a visit to the explosives reserve? Actually, I kid — they wouldn’t let me anywhere near a room this full of explosives! This is an exhibit at the Mining Hall of Fame showing what explosives looked like in the era when the mulga wood bicycle was bleeding edge.
I suppose that, in a pinch, the cyclist of yesteryear could have whittled part of their bike into a fuse, ignited the explosives, and found some gold, which could then have be used (in conjunction with time travel), towards the purchase of a new Cervelo.
Just one more thing you can’t do with a carbon fiber frame.