I no longer call it soft.
Getting up on a morning such as it was today to go for a five hour bike ride in freezing cold conditions, rain, hail and blustering wind would be seen by many as madness.
As I rolled my road bike south along Middleborough Road at 5.45am this morning I developed a strong sense of agreeance with these people. By Canterbury Road, as I ploughed through heavy drizzle, cold and wind I thought, “What on earth am I doing here?” By Fulton Road, I had stopped to check the radar for the second time. By Burwood Highway, I turned around and went home… never to see the few 6am-ers who would shortly ride east along the highway to hell, heading for the hills through sheer dedication and determination.
Phew – 20 minutes. That was a work-out! But geez I enjoyed crawling back into bed. And as I lay there over the next 2 and a half hours listening to the sometimes heavy rain on the tin roof, I pondered upon the good sense of my decision.
So I got out with Borris (Mick Ritchie) and Mr. C (Craig Moore) for nearly three hours of wonderfully smooth single track in Smiths Gully this arvo. I know what I’d rather be doing!
I’m not totally sure what happened on the 6am-er ride this morning yet but little bits and pieces of info keep flowing my way. I know Duke had a flat in pouring rain and freezing cold and I know Bruce “The Claw” Tallon texted me saying he had had one of his “most miserable days on a bike ever”. I await the ride reports with anticipation – and will ponder upon the good sense of my decision!