Making the most...

.......of a functioning chest

A nurse sent me home on Thursday after telling me I was coming down with some sort of viral infection, something to do with the pains I keep getting in my chest. So, I've been waiting for this 'virus' to take hold and really f#%k me up, but to no avail. So instead of waiting for the thing to kick in I made the most of my health and rode, all day.


A bit of Surly action in the morning, with some suspension attached for a bit of a change. And the trusty Rover to get us there.




Then some sails and sand.


And some mountain thrown in there.


Finally, the fuzz having some fun with the poser racer boyz trying to impress on the Strand. Probably the most expensive squeal he'll ever do in that car, good luck in keeping your licence. On ya bike!!! For the next nine months.

Happy Birthday Pia!

From Ty and Elroy.

Fixed.

The traffic was crazy today. Some days I feel like a traveller trying to cross the Sahara. Only instead of an endless sea of sand, it's an ocean of autos. Metal and pavement as far as the eye can see. It's funny how I never view myself as part of the confusion, which, of course, I am. Instead, I split lanes and ride through it. I pass by the cars and drive by the buses with a necessary simplicity. Instead of the thirsty, tired wanderer, I try to be the breeze. - Rapha (www.rapha.cc)

Never far away

After a long day at work my keyboard is my worst enemy.


Luckily, she's never far away, poised and waiting for the first chance of escape.

My own worst enemy

I constantly try to convince myself that running is similar to riding. After all, you are relying on your legs and mind to keep you going, you are traveling beyond the bounds of a footy oval and you most likely aren’t rolling on the ground with other sweaty men. But I was recently reminded, again, that running isn’t like riding.

I headed to Victoria to compete in a championship XC running race, and while I admit that I probably wasn’t the most acclimatised to the weather down there and my legs are built of cycling muscles and not running muscles, I still hated every second of the race because it was slow, painful and incredibly boring.

Now, before you point out that it can’t really be much more boring than riding a country road for four hours on a bike, especially as a running race takes around quarter of that time; I need to point out that I whole heartedly agree that the two events should share some similarities….but they don’t!!

For me, running and alcohol bear one great similarity. I always forget how bad they leave me feeling but can’t help signing up for the next session.