Hard to commit

But not hard to get.

This is a vapour trail in a deep blue sky. After striking morning ride envy, I went to run this lunchtime only to discover I’d not brought sneakers. Boring. What to do.

Well, ride obviously. Dammit, I’ll ride with just about anybody. And when I can’t, I’ll still be happy to ride with me.

I chased a rabbit down good as I could.

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Pleasantly my morning included two ride related surprises – an offer to make up the numbers on Rowan’s womens mountain biking session Thursday . There’s a place free, anyone want to take “my” place? Either way, I like to watch the interlinking interwebs unfolding from a short conversation to a longer conversation. And I’d have loved to try the ride. Next time Gadget. Thank you for thinking of me.

Then, after a major internet glitch I received an email from Talitha, a total sweetie on a yellow steel steed who I met back in November. She’s a part of the Steel’n Wheels. A little steel bike club here in Brisbane. Can I be in this club? Or visit from time to time. I’m hoping she’ll invite me again, although I took six months to reply to her email. There’s secretly quite a bit going on in this place, though you seem to have to work really hard to find it.

There was only a little working hard today; I took off for a spin round the river, with my friend Pippa to talk to. Doesn’t seem like the mud crabs are biting up Darwin way. I lost my rabbit soon enough, and probably puffed like a total dork, but I was happy all the same.

Company for as long as I could keep pace, space for the times when I couldn’t.

She misses riding without the kids, weighing down the back end, but she remembers that feeling of flying.

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But the ride I want next is with Michelle, of Caravanserai, with her and her daughter who seem really friendly and light.

Maybe on the weekend, they’ll take me for a spin. I’ve gotta ask, right? That’s how it works again.

Lady M is coming to town; for you I would miss riding and running for ranting and raving and sighing and whying and wonder where it all went wrong.

See you tomorrow.

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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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