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Because I am not a sponsored rider, I am not under any obligation to write anything or do anything that does not strike me as fun to do. This is a very liberating position. For this, I can just enjoy a lovely day in the sun, ferreting back and forth between my house, my ADHD and the bike polo. The Australian Cycle Messenger somethings can just toodle along around me, but I am lollygagging for new people and new things. I love to share silly things with you, but some things are mine alone.

The view across the Story Bridge, wet from a sudden storm, a couple nice riders along beside. Another not far behind, hopefully to be found.

I see Josh, Andrew and Isaac and they seem really nice. I believe that when the sun is out, they like to cut long swathes through Musgrave Park.

I can get wet in the rain for the briefest of Alley Cat experiences, and really – it can just be a nice day with a few new people that I’m enjoying meeting and riding with and hanging out.

Among the other things which are mine alone, are the indescribable things; Zoe mainly.

She likes to ride bikes.

Similarly to Andrew, Zoe is capable of giving me great quiet.

With few others would I feel comfortable enough to share a nap after a long morning, after an acidic night, after a wet evening, after a sunny day.

How ironic that you won’t know that I really really really bad ass mega molto crazy noodle hard core beacon beacon love you think you’re wonderful kind gorgeous listening nice kindly friendly wonderful fragile beautiful wonderful friendly friendly until we can do nothing at all wander down to the market, pick up a Blackstar ice coffee, some fresh vegetables, then flake for the afternoon.

And I know no one who could inspire not one but two dancing videos. Only for Zoe would I give myself headbanger’s regret. Oh, and maybe Andie.

If DJ TJ ever releases permission to show the wildest best helmet dancing video ever. You’ll get to see the other one.

Remember, there’s no shame in loving your friends so much you’d embarrass yourself wildly just to give them a laugh.

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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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