THINGS BEGAN INNOCENTLY ENOUGH. AT THE END of a leisurely ride over the Christmas break of 2017, I decided to include a quick lap of the inauspicious suburban street that surrounds my parents’ home in Brisbane’s western suburbs. For purely nostalgic purposes, I then made it a Strava segment and, given no-one else had ever ridden the same anonymous 760-metre loop with a whopping five metres of elevation, I instantly became KOM holder.
For the next four or so years, nothing changed. In fact, there was so little activity on the segment I forgot it even existed. Until April 2022, that is. One morning back home in Sydney, I
