Thanks before please

I want very much to do justice to Wednesday night’s ride – the kindness of the crew, Desi’s most ace jersey, the loveliness of the light going down, the holy racket of the lorikeets at St Lucia.

I doubt I will. I’m feeling quite inarticulate today.

It was last ride of the year. This ride i wish to do justice to. It’s been a bit of a crazy year, ups downs rounds ins and outs. When I arrived here a year ago, I couldn’t have found one person to ride with me, a year later I feel honored to roll up to HiFi and meet smiling faces, work colleagues, new strangers, well loved ride companions. There’s no predictability to things these days, but whatever comes my way is what comes my way.

So – summary – Wednesday’s ride was most lovely. I’m grateful for it and the many others like it.

Add to the joy of seeing Lear and Eileen on their gorgeous city cycles and it was a night to remember …

Christmas comes but once a year and I’ve got myself a nice gift, somewhat of an indulgence but also a genuine investment (for me at least) in something that I truly love – cycling.

But before we receive it is nice to give. – thanks that is.

So thank you to everyone who rode with me this year – long short shops beach bikes beauty chat chortle sweet sunshine rain sadness softness hardness hopeless hopeful.

I hope you’ll come back and do it again.





By Eleanor Jackson

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


  1. Sounds like you are finally “home”, congratulations and have a Merry Christmas.

    Want a laugh? Jools wants me to get a bike so I can join her on her rides – the laugh I hear you ask?

    I’m going to do it (post Christmas sales here we come)

    (woo hoo – i have defeated the spell check fairy on my iPhone)

    1. Thatch! That is the very best news that I have heard all year!!!

      You can always get an electric bike and then pull Jools along in your wind, like a motorpace.

      2012, here we come…

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