rooman wrote:
> What a day!,
>
> 92,000 at the G...
>
> The Maggies win by 17...
>
> No obvious headwind coming back from Safety Beach...
>
> Hot shower, a cold MountainGoat Surefoot and fresh Chicken Curry with
> Pappadams
>
> hmmm , doesnt get much better!( unless the Bombers won for you of
> course!)
Yesterday was a MTB day. Up at 07:00, bloody cold! Leg warmers,
thermal vest, winter jacket and lumber to Westall station for a ride to
Parliament and dinging bell (yes I have a bell on my MTB) approaching
Vlads. Two espressos and we hit Yarra trail.
I've go basically no sense of direction and this was my second foray
down the Yarra. I had G to go to in the afternoon so I told Vlad I
needed to be back at the office (isn't it great having access to showers
and bike storage in the city?) by 12:15.
The weather'd warmed up quite a bit and the trail was full of walkers,
riders and roller skiers! Beautiful day right out of the story books,
birds chirping, people smiling. Top tip for an enjoyable ride, give way
even when you don't have to; the smiles and thankyous are worth it!
Much riding later I look at the phone and find that it's 11:00, mention
it and get told that 12:15's not looking good. Good job I built an hour
of slack in!
Heading back in to the city keeping an eye out for Bikesoiler (sorry
about the late notice mate) and mechanical! Whacked left foot and rear
rim on a stump I didn't notice. Velcro and ratchet on my shoe explodes,
rear wheel kicks violently to the left and I somehow manage to stay upright.
Do much theatrical wailing about foot, which is only slightly bruised,
then set off and quickly stop! Bead's popped on the opposite side to
which I whacked the rear wheel and I've bloody buckled it.
Drop pressure, pop bead back in and pump back up. Set off and fifteen
minutes later things are feeling spongy. Yep, slow flat.
Meet with Bikesoiler and he and Vlad point me in the general direction
of the city with directions. Get as far as Kew Boulevard and figure I
might as well throw that in as well. Wheeeeeee!
A transition in the office that a triathlete would be proud of and I'm
no longer adrenalin seeking MTBer but Bomber mad MCGer. Munching food
on the way and my MCC member wife gets me in to the members.
[Insert much footy stuff here. Great game, wrong result but I tipped
the Pies anyway so wasn't surprised. Shocked by first ten minutes though).
Dinner with friends, awesome day.
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Cheers | ~~ __@
Euan | ~~ _-\<,
Melbourne, Australia | ~ (*)/ (*)
