258 kilometres later, and I’ve cycled around the Bay (after cycling to the start from home in the cool pre-dawn). Starting at 5.30am, we got back to the finish line just before 5pm – not all of the 11 and a half hours was spent cycling, but enough of it that I’m very glad my bike is comfortable to ride. Limping slightly now, and the outside of my left leg is now burnt, as it was facing towards the sun the entire day. Most of the day was spent in pelotons, or chasing pelotons, and I’ve now learnt all sorts of fancy hand signals that I fully intend to apply in day to day life when I’m walking around with other people.
Category: bikes
Apparently they told all the other cyclists in Melbourne about the free breakfast in Fed Square as well, the swines. The hundred metre long line was crawling along at a fairly slow pace, so I opted to find breakfast elsewhere.
A puppy
A teammate in a stackhat
The washing of the bike
Yesterday took me on a 93km bike ride, out to the hippy markets at St Andrews and back. Beautiful warm weather, and a fantastic day to be out riding. Found an alpaca farm, and a goat. And I had two lunches, hoorah.
But now it’s back to work at the laptop. In my spare time, if I’m not on my bike, or doing any of those necessary things like obtaining food, eating food, or cleaning things, then I’m working on my thesis. Type type type… type type. Doesn’t make for many exciting adventures. But once it’s over there will be many adventures. But that is at an as yet undefined time in the future. Maybe December? I can hope.
New bike helmet was purchased on Saturday. Fear it’s shinyness, and awesome ability to protect my head. New helmet was made necessary as the old one suddenly didn’t fit so well. Not well at all. I haven’t yet weighed the cut off dreads, but I’m pretty sure they tip the scales at a decent amount. It’s nice to be able to move my head around again.
And I met a sheep when I went out cycling on the weekend. I found her when cycling in random places a few years ago, and then somehow ended up in the same place again, so I thought I’d go and say hello. She wasn’t looking particularly well. Perhaps she was just fat and in need of a shear, but for a sheep doing nothing on a cold day, she was breathing rather heavily.