Bicycle Banzai

Picture it: 

Me riding a borrowed and geared bike pumping my almost shaved legs like pistons down a country road like a woman possessed. It was a sight to behold. The anguish on my face, the sweat on my helmeted brow, the matching orange shirt and Dunlop Volleys warning all in my way to "stand aside! Mad woman coming through". Well, you can picture it but the anguish on my face was from the God-awful seat I was sitting on. Bike was outstanding - those gears are looking mighty attractive I tell you - but the seat has to go. I am so-o-o saddle sore. My pubic bones HATE me, and those bones can be bloody spiteful man!  

Oh and on the way back that kamikaze magpie/black and white piece of flying poo came gunning for my orange shirt. Scared the crap outta me. BUT I BOUGHT THE SHIRT TO RIDE IN AND I AM GOING TO WEAR IT (until I go on that run again, then I am changing it).
Our fearless leader and torture expert has suggested we get fit for a 100km charity ride next October...ooh, I don't know. I would have to shave my legs AND armpits... at the same time. Would my bright orange Dunlop Volleys cope with the mileage? Are there magpies on this run? Do they supply skinny choc milkshakes at the pit stops? So much to consider, so much to weigh up. Stay tuned. Who knows.
I do love my bike riding though.  Great company, great exercise and beautiful country.  We saw lots of koalas and their babies on this run, beautiful flowers in bloom in the paddocks and happy and healthy cattle and horses.  It does not get any better.

Sydney Australia Rocks

 

The Lovely Husband and I spent about five days in Sydney this year and had a blast.  We both used to live there before moving to the country and every now and then we need a city fix.  Sydney has it all.