Audax Australia
This is the umbrella organisation running long distance cycling events in Australia Their website includes a calendar of events.

A place where cyclist can keep track of their mileage and any number of other statistics, as well as an attached forum.

A set of discussion forums covering almost every conceivable cycling related topic.

Cycling Adventurer
The Cycling Adventurer has tossed in the structured life of an urbanite to explore the world by bicycle. A well-written site detailing how he came to cycling, and what he learned along the way.

Crazy Guy on a Bike

Bicycle touring journals from all over the world, including a couple of my own.

Johns Cycles

This is my LBS on the Gold Coast. While they cater more to the racing market, their service, advice and workmanship is the best on the coast.

St Kilda Cycles

Importers of all manner of things hard to find in Australia, including the legendary Schmidt hub dynamo & E6 lights.


Wonderings and wanderings out and about in Portland, Oregon, US

The Journey
The journey begins in Perth, Western Australia.

Lance Notstrong
The "other" Lance!

Ms Mittens
The Wired Cat on-line

Iron Gambit

Aussie Writer and Cycletourist
A blog chronicling the writing and cycling of a seaside baby boomer.

Up in Alaska
Jill's subarctic journal about ice, bears and distant dreams of the midnight sun.

The Kin Chronicles
Taking mediocrity to a new level of ordinary.

Riding and running with a vengeance.

London Cycling Diary
Pedalling across the capital since August 2005.

CouchPilot-2-BikePilot (Zin's cycling blog)
Living an adventurous life with Type-2-Diabetes.

The adventures of Crazy Biker Chick
... Including cycling, adventuring, cooking, knitting and ranting.

Redneck Espanol
The two wheeled Spanish redneck.

Treadly and me
"Work is something I do between riding my bicycle".

Womanist philosophy and theology. Cycling, climbing, art, single-motherhood and fire-twirling.

Adrian Fitch's random rambling.
A bit about cycling, a bit about genealogy, a bit about radio but mostly a lot about nothing at all.

Geo's big adventure
The life and times of Geo.

It's about the bike
Musings on the cycling life.

Various cycling tidbits.

Industry Outsider
A blog about bikes and stuff.

Tweed Coast Treadly
An old man's bicycle riding diary.

A cyclist's life in Tenerife
(Canary Islands).

Bike to work to live to bike
It's never too late to get back on the bike

Stupid Hurts
Just the random scribblings of a guy with a bicycle

I'm not drunk enough for this
Really, I'm not.

What can I say? Just read it.

Mozam's cycling adventures
A random collection of the things I like to do most, and mostly that is to ride my bikes, bicycles that is... My musings from competitive riding, long distance endurance to puttering around the neighborhood..

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Night-time singletrack heaven!

It was just a quick detour tonight, I think I still ended up below 60km for the day -- unusual for a Tuesday. But it was sure worth it. Just a couple of kilometres from the high-rises and square blocks of Surfers Paradise lies The Spit -- upon which there is a rarity. A small pocket of bushland that has somehow survived the reckless development which is wrecking increasingly large areas of the Queensland coastline.

Through this bushland there are a couple of tracks, not worth riding during the day because of congestion near the beach, but at night they come alive! There is a special feeling seeing your headlight lighting up the track and the overhanging trees before you, the sound of the pounding ocean in the background, the tyres on the dirt (always special) as the track winds around short, sharp rises and falls, with the occasional patch of sand just to keep things interesting. Of course, at the end of the spit is the pier, where you can ride out on a quiet evening along the top of the breakwall, the waves crashing right below you, the smell (and sometimes the feel) of the ocean spray all around.

Here Martin and I lingered, cracking jokes about Billy Ray Cyrus (remember him?), before heading back to do it all again on the way back. Sadly, it's over all too soon, but we shall return, and if he brings the spare light along, next time we might do a couple of laps. What an invigorating way to end the day!


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