What did you do out there? What did you decide?

Wow.

I really left those pictures up here with no words for quite a while.

I’m sure they were self-explanatory.

From initial feedback from the DDCX, it seemed like it was an amazing day. Packed. Pumping. Good riders, good crowd and good burgers! I missed it. But my heart was circling the course. My heart was wet and muddy and tired and fatigued. Then it gave some sweet high fives to nice people doing good things and said – thanks heaps!

I believe it will be a day or so before the sweet round ups start to trickle in and the photos explode, so I can pop these little links in in due course!

And I do dearly want to know what happened where I wasn’t on the weekend – both at the Brisbane Tweed Run, and at the Dirty Deeds Cyclocross.

Wait for the round up. No doubt there was a million snaparazzi.

In the mean time, something else.

I’d like to indulge a moment in some other thanks. And I have plenty of thanks in the works at the moment, which have been having some serious blog clog issues. Issue one was mainly the having to go to work hold down job put washing on kind of thing. Issue two was trying to keep my new found enthusiasm for women’s football and graphing under control. Issue three was the inevitable poor time management of poetry and catching up with friends.

 

It seems my night is unexpectedly free. And – having thought I was quite sleepy – I am BANG right awake.

But yeah.

Bikes.

Big Bike Thank You number one.

 

This is a current present and recent thank you.

 

Now, you may have already heard me mention Zoe in warm and favourable terms of late. She is one of my favourite people. And this weekend – as I jetted into Melbourne for a very brief sojourn, she did one of the kindest things that a person can do for me.

 

She arranged for me to borrow a bike. (Thanks must also go to Jaffa for her generous shared generosity)

Before the bike and I connected, this was me.

 

From the moment that I collected it, and began riding around fair Melbourne town, I began to feel like myself again. Although it was a little bit full on to discover the Jaffa rides fixed, things soon returned to semi-normal programming as I toodled about town.

Not all things went to plan this weekend, some things got rather derailed rather badly. Somethings, however, went so unbelievably well I felt full of love and hope.

 

But only good friends know how to do good things like this. To let you have wheels for a weekend with your head spinning.

 

They are like a push up a hill, just at the moment when you really need it.

 

You will be riding this, non?