taking stock

So, I know that I said I was going to take a break. In fact, taking a break seems to be the order of the day.

And, from time to time, I have myself been wondering what the hell this blog is even about. Admittedly, I am as narcissistic as the next person, arguably, even more so – since you’d kind of have to be to even start writing a blog. I’ve got about four. But still, I have been questioning the value, the purpose, the use and the worth of being a very non-famous, not all that interesting, kind of average fitness rider and then blogging about it.

You see, I haven’t the obsessive’s dedication, or the snob’s certitude, or even the aficionado’s determination. I don’t even ride “that much”.

And, from time to time, I realise that this takes both quite a lot of time and energy to maintain and I don’t know that I do the very best job at doing so. Having had a rather busy month or so, and been considering what must give in order to take, I have been considering closing down this blog. Might just give us all a break.

But still, I have to admit that I am – in some strange way – obsessed by cycling. Or more precisely, cyclists. I am happy riding and happy talking to others about their rides.

And somehow, since I worked out how to use the analytics thing, some 14,798 visits came from 87 countries to read about precisely nothing that was kind of a little bit related to both cycling and/or helmets. And given your traffic source, I pretty much think I have met you either in person, or you met someone who met me in person. Which is a strangely nice thought.

The other four thousand of you are really random google people.

Anyway, all of this seems a rather roundabout way to get to the point of telling you that although Brendan is going to stop helping out with cyclocross so that he can be a better professional rider, I am going to start riding more so that I can be a better unprofessional writer about riding. In the great consolidation effort of 2011, I have to say helmet peoples, you made the cut.

I am always complaining that I’m not fascinated by things, that nothing quite moves me, in the way that I admire and – dammit – envy about a lot of people. Yet, I hadn’t quite realised that I’d posted some four hundred plus times here, so I’m guessing, I’m into something enough to keep on going.

I just wish I knew what this something was.

Either way, I’m undertaking – as best as my limited skills, times and resources allow to do whatever it is that I do here better.

I’m keen to get to know you. I want to know who’s who in the zoo, as my colleague says.

To that end, I’m going to ride more. Wherever, whenever and however I can. And then I’m going to introduce myself to you.

Look out.

First stop is Gap Creek – next week.

I’ll keep you posted.

Oh, and when I’m done being longish term obsessed with cycling, I am going to be shortish term obsessed with the latest hit being pumped at lounge room disco.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.


  1. Good decision! The blog graveyard is full enough already, without trying to squeeze this big unit in there. You keep writing, we’ll keep reading.

    1. Ah, but so many noble dead blogs that I could have joined!

      PS sorry I won’t be taking Tip #5, the ripped up all the tram lines here in Brisbane ;-)

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