Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, let’s not consider that my current (two-second) fascination with mountain biking is either a total flash in the pan or some long held obsession. It’s somewhere in between. Secretly, I am quite keen to challenge Blakey and Kate to a path less pedalled style European vacation. So my Brompton flash in the pan of a few weeks ago has not yet been forgotten. I don’t want you to think I’m fickle.
But today is one of those things are connected kind of days, as if the poor woman who burst out crying at yoga this morning (it happens) is more symbolic than inflexible. I feel like things are bubbling up, and you just have to let them bubble and bubble. If you hold them in, you’ll just end up crying in yoga class.
Bubbling up is the question, why mountain bikes? Why now?
Sure, there’s a good strong element of why not. The year-long bumper sticker of: “Queensland – Things I wouldn’t do in Melbourne” that’s currently emblazoned on the back on my (Victorian registered) car.
Rather than, “you sure?”
Speaking of “sure” vs “you sure” though – and back on the topic of MTB though… This morning I called my private health insurance company to ask if I had ambulance cover in Queensland. I mean, I had it in Victoria, surely it applies here too? Apparently not. Apparently in QLD you just prove you live here and they’ll take you to the hospital. Seems rather civilised. Only you’d have to do something like, um, change your licence over, or register your car her, or enrol to vote here or something like that to prove you live here. Rather than just living here and making poor Mirerva redirect all your mail because secretly You’re Coming Back Any Minute Now.
My god. Mountain biking. Already asking for commitment.
And so – though I don’t want to over think it (really?), I’m wondering if MTB isn’t just asking a very simple question:
Blues or Maroons, baby?
All the way.
PS any hesitant ladies thinking of coming on the weekend to celebrate MTB Skills 1st Birthday? Send me a message if you want some one-on-one reassurance. I’m good at setting the bar low and, if you want – I will share my snacks. Snacks are allegedly the secret to MTB.