late night rolling and rambling

So, I’ve just come back from a lovely, late-night ride. (Aside: for those who’ve never tried it -do. It’s such a great feeling: no traffic, no crazy pedestrians, no nutsy commuters. Just long stretches of quiet and off-peak light sequencing. Don’t be tempted to stuff in your i-pod, just listen to the throat clearing of an old Landcruiser coming up behind, and revel in the silken chill of passing a park or a creek somewhere between where you live and nowhere in particular.)

But what, pray tell, was I doing out for a ride at this time of night?

Well may you ask.

I was, bizarrely, feeling motivated.

Someone mentioned that they were not seeing much “sausage” on this blog (her language not mine), so I scooted out to DISC to watch a little velodrome action in the search of suitable “sausage” in helmet. I was not disappointed. Look at that: 50% of Team Handsome. Who says cycling’s an unfriendly, lady-alienating sport?

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

2 comments

  1. Just remember lady, you da sauce. Important to the mark the territory, there's some bike bitches out there who'd pop a tube for some of that sausage. (Actually, I'm aware that neither of you eat meat, so sorry for being so gross. And since when did I start referring to ladies as bitches? God. I've had too much sugar.)

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