I’m halfway through a slow tv clip on mindfulness; I’m trying to notice things anew.
But before I start to concentrate on noticing the news, I should probably notice the old.* The Kurilpa Derby.
I’m not sure why I was so baffled as to what it was, perhaps it was because it was so simple. It’s a dress up ride, of about, um, one kilometre. Strangely enough, it’s a great deal of fun! If you have wheels, or even if you just like dressing up, just come and roll down the hill.
You can be roller tough, of either league and no one will care. Perhaps a kindly electric skateboard will pull you up the little uphill section.
Once you get to the end, you’ll note a very tiny bike polo court. Within which will be some cowboys and indians and some sunburnt and sundrunk punters. Very best of luck to the Brisbane Crew at the Seattle polo champs. The feeling will be quite low key, slightly shambolic, but overall running smoothly and with enjoyment and the kind of free feeling that used to permeate the Brunswick St festival before public liability began to feel like, well, a liability.
If you are mighty lucky, you’ll even cross paths with the one and only Alvaro Neil, the Spanish Biciclown, a man who has been riding around for some seven years, being a clown, on a bicycle, with a sincere desire to ride his bike a very long way and to sometimes perform free clown shows and perhaps find a better world. I’d have liked to ask a few more questions of a fellow who has been riding for some several years but it was not to be.
For I took the long ride home via the pub.
Well done West End Community Association! It’s almost my year anniversary in the 4101, and I’m feeling the love.
* stopping the mindfulness video to blog may be an instant mindfulness fail.