I think summer has fried my brain. Well, it’s either that or sitting next to Malcolm. Three years of listening to him say “bikes, bikes, bikes” has worn me down so that by the time this years Queensland Bike Week came round I had lost my “just say no to cycles” force-field. Somewhere in my delirum I managed to sign both Pauline and I up to ride 30kms on the Great Brisbane Bike Ride this Sunday. Not only that but I paid $30 friggin dollars for the pleasure of riding my way in to hell.
I used to own a bike but after riding it only 3kms in 3 years I decided to sell it to a lady at work. She has ridden it as much as I have and is lending it to me for the day. In one day it will go further in it’s lifetime than it has ever been before. That is, if I even make it over the Victoria Bridge. You see, I’ve been exercising as hard as the damn bike and am going in to this cold turkey.
I’m wondering why I signed up, but I guess I like the idea of being able to ride along the freeway and Coronation Drive and getting to stop traffic. Hopefully I’ll take some pictures of the day but it’s more likely I’ll be just trying to stand up. Wish Pauline and I luck because we are gonna need it.