After such a grand weekend, I was looking forward to a ride this morning. Sadly at 5am it was rainy, and I still had insomnia drunk feeling, having welcomed 1am, 3am and 5am with the hope of a ride at each inappropriate juncture.
Rain.
Boring.
I had to get off and push on all but one hill to get out of antique land – though the downhills were fun. I remember however from DDCX, how very useless my brakes are in the wet. So, uphill hard, downhill less safe feeling and Baroona road traffic hardly making me feel ebullient about my ride.
When I get like this, I never go straight to work – it’s bad mojo. Always stop.
Today – Bunker in Milton.
And Adam and his team giving me pause for the morning, a pitstop between wet bum and office cubicle (hazard of frame being too large is no mudguard space). Perfect.
Good coffee. Great little muffin thing. And a chance to watch the walk the people traffic.
I like to see people taking public transport. It’s way better than the massive Volvo XC 90, double parking for a latte to drop off one kid to school. But I still prefer a wet ride to public transport. Personally.
I don’t know why, but I just like 20mins on my own, rather than the jostle of the bus, the bag scramble of the train, the your MX is in my face, your wet umbrella is dripping in my handbag.
Time to go get dry.
That cubicle isn’t going to stare at itself.
eleanor j jackson 