stage the ones I missed

Let’s not get overly concerned about the stages I appear to have missed: stage 4 I certainly tried but myself and 5,000 other iinet customers were not able to access the dubdubdub and we went to sleep; stage 5 I managed to trick the internet into showing me the pictures from Eurosport and letting me hear the words of @PhilLiggett. Which made life worth living. But I still kind of have to go to sleep at midnight, because I get total grumpy pumpkin action otherwise.

But I enjoy watching. Are you enjoying watching. Everybody falling off and getting back on. Making like a lyrca shoal of fishes.

Life feels worth living. I see Garmin Cervelo pushing the pace. I have Cadel standing high in the GC and the winds cut and the roads narrow and I’m still standing at the end. My right hand hasn’t joined a union, so we’re all good.

Speaking of hands. Isn’t this cute?

(via Fixed Gear Girl Taiwan)

Although this is entirely without relevance, I would like you to watch this short film. There is a brief moment at which one woman is riding a bike. This is your hook. What will reel you in, line and sinker, is the colour.

I want to be a crazy old lady when I grow up.

“Normal is not something to aspire to, it’s something to get away from.

 

wait, I didn’t do this well yesterday – take two

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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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