This is hardcore

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You could be forgiven for thinking I mean the Australian cycle messenger championships. I could – but I don’t. Full props to Gypsy for taking out the title and for all who kindly washed the scabs of the messengers who went down in Saturday’s binfest.

I was only there for the peripherals and – for my mind at least – the endurance element seemed both on and off race. Holy crap. I’m wrecked and I only heard about what went on. And as fun as I’m sure it all was, there’s nothing that exciting that i can share with you all about it – I wasn’t there! The anecdotes alone exhausted me.

Nah, for me – this is hard core.

Desrae Cameron.

I gladly accepted Andrew’s invite to meet for post ride coffee (though not for keeping to the clip with their rude to Sandgate, opting instead for a lazy roll about the river, revelling the unfogging of an ACMC-encouraged hangover). I’m always keen to meet new Lycra and chat with its owners.

The morning was light and breezy so it cleared the webs ably.

And then there was Desi.

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Check out this profile on the balmoral club site.

(http://www.balmoralmasterswomen.com.au/profiles.htm)

Desi has given my morning a total buzz because – no shit – she’s almost sixty and, having taken up riding only recently (like the last few years only) – she is obviously smashing it. Sammy Sanchez style.

With a sweet ladies Orbea, an absolutely up for it attitude, Desi proves that my idea of sixty is complete rubbish. Touring bike holidays with stops for jam and scones? Yeah, why not, but then again you could also pick up after a marriage ending and decide to take up track cycling of all the random things, scoring yourself some sweet rainbow colours on your way.

No retreat, no surrender.

She’s shifted focus lately to road racing from track, setting up her world champs track bike as a street ride. Cue white bars with green grips and I believe that Desi may be the coolest sixty-year old I’ve ever met.

Is it too early to start my campaign to have her at the next rollers?

Never too early I don’t think.

Ps I rarely post from my phone because it’s really slow and hard to get it together on the links etc. Apologies for the stilted writing style – this art gallery is going mental.

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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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