Fridge to Fridge.

The 'Fridge to Fridge' concept has been around for quite a while - the basic idea of conveying oneself by bicycle from one house to another fueled by alcohol alone. This one had the added them of dressing up as someone/thing you wanted to be as a child. Luckily for me I always envied the bike couriers I saw flying through the city. So the fact that I always dress as a bike courier was an added bonus.

We started off at the married patch at Duntroon, quiet a few G&Ts were demolished before departure.



For those of you wondering if God can get air, all your questions are answered.


We saw the sites of Canberra as we traveled, maybe we could market the concept.


Arriving at house two, quickly the games started.


There were races.....


......and coordination challenges.....punishable by sculling.


Then God preached to us, as He does, before we headed to the next house.


This picture depicts the horrors of a bicycle crash. Don't scuba, drink and ride!


Pepps brought Bruce along. He did well to keep up until he suffered a blister on his right hand, poor bugger.


House three was a surprise visit, we emptied the fridge of all there was.


But perhaps the most terrifying sight of the day was this doll, belonging to the host's daughter!!!!!! Danger!!!!


Then God got more air.



House four was where the cake eating was to take place. Each team had to devour a pie , using no hands. The hardest part was breathing through the copious amounts of cream....has anyone ever drowned in cream?



Roesey adopted his usual post game change room stance.


Then we headed to the lake for the next stop, unfortunately James' bike was well and truly DOA.


So he returned to his natural environment.



We headed to Parliament House, via the bridge and up the ramp, for a photo.




The bike fuzz were quite happy for the photos to be taken as long as we had no banner!! I've never seen them so receptive... This is what it looked like to have your photo taken by God.


We ventured east for one of the last stops.


It was a tight squeeze, but we made it.


The last stop was at God's house, interpret that as you will. There were more games, some involving very very small tricycles and donuts. Then we began to settle into some more serious beverages for the remainder of the night.

All in all a great day out involving bikes, as usual!!!

Variations on the Pug.

The Pug is my beloved commuter, but the drop bars were less than confidence inspiring when confronted with peak hour traffic everyday. So I pulled out the blue anodised flat bars I found at Off'n'On Bikes in Townsville last year. Thank God for the eighties, and hoarding bike shops.


Still rides like a dream, only now I can pull sick stunts.

Sydney Drinkfest

Headed to Sydney for work last week and began a long weekend of drinking at the Wine and Meat Company on Darling Harbour.


The food and company was great.





Then on Friday it was time to catch up with Tim and Mike and crash at their place for the rest of the weekend.

We started off at The Oaks for a few drinks.......





.....before Tim had to clean the house for Fran's arrival the next day.


The rest of us relaxed outside over some G&Ts.....amongst other things.


Mike and I awoke before lunch the next day and headed to the Kirribilli Markets.


Mike found some limes that became the chief ingredient for some scrumptious Mojitos that night.


Then we headed to Terrigal Beach for a chill out in preparation for the night.


The weather was 100% perfect along with the water temperature.


We arrived home in the evening ready for a BBQ and some drinks. First off the rank were Mike's Mojitos (Good name for a bar?!?!?!)


Then Tim's Flaming Absynth!


We headed to the Golden Sheaf briefly.


Then, back at Darling Harbour, we visited The Loft. Truly stunning.


Tim had an inside line on the bar staff for some express Baghdad Ice Teas.








It was soon time to retire, but no night is complete without 4am long jump!!!






It was a great weekend, so much so that I think Sydney is actually growing on me.

Now where's that rehab brochure??