did I mention

 

That I’m really enjoying the collared shirt?

I especially appreciated this ensemble on the weekend, spotted milling about with all the other would be hopefuls at the starting line of “Escape from the Suburbs”. More about the race to come (ooh… I hate when I overpromise and underdeliver) but in the mean time, enjoy this fellow as I enjoyed this fellow: for the smooth pearlescent basket weave of his helmet, the simplicity of a gingham shirt and blue jeans and still looking fresh at the end of 35 something kms of hills.

I, on the other hand, looked like total crap at the end of the ride. Totally and utter crap.

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By Eleanor Jackson

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

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