Aug 27/17: 93 Kms; 2Hrs 52; 470 Metres; Eight Riders

Hello. It’s a great county when the weather is sweet, like it was to-day; when the morning air is soft and fragrant from ripening crops and the roadside is a veritable treasure of colour from late-summer flowers, and is verdant with a profusion of grasses. That’s a small taste of the delights we experience on these weekend rides. And, it says nothing about the whir of tyres or the conversation that emanates from the group as we roll mile after mile around these rural roads; or, about the regular breaking of bread. Priceless – and neither Cash, Visa, Debit, nor Credit will suffice; nor can you purchase on eBay, Amazon, Walmart, Costco or any other big Box-store. The only requirement is a joyous spirit, a sense of fun, and a willingness to suffer (a bit). You’ll soon agree that there’s no where else you’d rather be.

This morning was no exception. It was simpatico with anyone feeling mentally foggy from excessive imbibing last evening. The earth served its own brand of distorted vision for several kilometres on the Galetta side Rd, before the sun burned off its vapour. And, so, we found ourselves suddenly clear-eyed in time to encounter the long drag uphill at Fitzroy Harbour. Now, this engendered the opposite reaction than the one you might expect. Yes, you guessed it – the tempo gradually increased about one-third of the way up as we dug-down hard to reach the top, knowing that there would soon be a brief respite at Stonecrest before we sped onwards to Alice and coffee.

So, it was that we rode at a steady pace (with one exception that I won’t go into here) to our rendezvous at the Cafe, where we were delighted to meet up with Raymond. Cycling is full of small, but not insignificant, pleasures – like a chance encounter or a new friend forged from the bond of shared effort. You know, you really just should have been there.

Well, that’s it for me for a couple of weeks as I head off to other parts for what I hope will be memorable encounters with the unknown, to return fit and humble. Smile and breathe.

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