The joys of getting wet

No photos for this entry, but sometimes it's good to leave the electrical toys behind. All weekend in Brisbane I'd been giving my mother a serve about how there was "no chance" of it raining. Low and behold on Monday morning it did just that! It's a strange feeling sometimes, about to ride to work in the rain. First there's the trepidation (why do humans fear water, a commodity that they need to consume to survive?), then there is the initial shock of the drops falling on me, then I start to ride, and all of a sudden these things are forgotten in the purity of the raindrops falling from the heavens.

The fact that the ocean was so stirred up by the wind only added to the ambience of the ride. It just has a completely different feeling to the hot sunny days that have been around so much recently, and I love it!

Unfortunately, my seaside commute does not currently apply on the ride home -- the closure of Surfers for that stupid car race has forced me to take Bundall Road on the ride home. Not necessarily an unpalatable option, and I'm getting home much faster than any of the car commuters, but I do like being able to look out over the pounding waves at Narrowneck. Perhaps I can talk Martin into joining me for another Point Danger ride on Thursday. Perhaps.

Now my tour of Victoria draws closer -- 25 days to go, well, 24 really considering that today's just about over, and I'll be in bed hopefully within a couple of hours. I've spend my idle time in the last couple of days (not a lot of that) setting up the journal for anyone who cares. There's not a lot there yet, but just a couple of entries to set the scene. It will take off when the tour gets here in, um, 25 days' time!