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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Monday, January 03, 2005

Turning up the heat

The first three months of this summer haven't been too bad, but in the last couple of days it seems to have decided to make up for it. So it was yesterday, although a start of just 20 degrees C gave no indication of what was to follow. After sitting out due to sunburn on January 1, I really wanted to get a decent ride in, so I headed South, initially down the Tweed Coast.

The ride was almost over before it begun. On 10km a ute driver indicates one way, then turns the other, I'm forced to pull off a save to avoid a collision. Strangely, I'm more upset with myself than anyone else, upset that I fell for a trick I've seen many, many times in the past. Undeterred, I continue south, a little quicker now. Sadly, suburbia seems to be expanding down here, it now takes 45km to get clear of it, but at least the long drag is still worth it.

By the time I head inland at the southern end of that stretch of coastline, I can feel the temperature warming up quite quickly, it now hits 32 degrees C climbing the ridge behind Mullumbimby toward The Crystal Castle. This really is a beautiful area, and is the main justification behind heading this way. Here, I remind myself that I really must do the repentence ride through to Nimbin soon. Maybe when it cools down a little.

The loop returns to Mullumbimby at the bottom of the valley. I think I finally figured out what the name "urliup" (possibly an aboriginal name) actually means. Picture this: You're on a long ride (225km), it's hot, and you've got a headwind (which does nothing to cool you down, despite it blowing directly onto your perspiration). After lunching at Mullumbimby (where it's 34 degrees C and about 169% humidity), there is a decent climb, not so bad on a cool day, but when lunch is trying to settle on a hot day, it's a little taxing.

you pass through Mooball (34 degrees), Burringbar (35) and Murwillumbah (34), relentless hills all the way.

After Murwillumbah for about 4-5km it's flat -- no vegetation apart from sugar cane, totally exposed to that wind which is strengthening (and didn't really start blowing until you turned around to head into it). At this point you have around 175km in your legs.Then you hit a 2km, 135 metre climb toward Urliup. Your pedalling style has suffered a little after the plains, but it's over relatively quickly. Now you're descending through pristine rainforest on a narrow, deserted dirt road. You're already cooling off.

At the bottom, you find a place where two cool, pristine rainforest streams meet. The temperature here is a full 6 degrees cooler than Murwillumbah, despite being only about 7-8km away. Here, you can splash yourself with the water to cool off, heck, it's even so pristine you can drink straight from the streams. I did, and it was at this moment, that I realised, that Urliup must surely be an aboriginal word for "relief". After the inspiration of this place, the headwind and the heat suddenly seemed inconsequential.

I managed to push home through the headwind up the coast, and maintain an "on the computer" average speed of 24km/h. Not bad under the circumstances. It wouldn't be the Gold Coast without at least one moment of madness. Some silly cow driving straight across the bikelane (even after I've made eye-contact). Fortunately my reactions after 223km are still pretty good, as is my ability to judge others, and my cynicism. The situation is avoided, and I make it home in one piece. Just as well I discarded the text book instructions of "use the bike lane" and "make eye contact with drivers" years ago.


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