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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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Well, it is the Gold Coast after all

Some nights are just plain weird, or stupid, or both. Tonight was one of, perhaps, all of those categories. It could be my E6 light, which may have a habit of attracting morons, but then, it's only been two rides with it so far, perhaps things will pick up. On the other hand, if there's one place in the world where people will get weird about something like this, it's the Gold Coast.

For some reason tonight I took a ride down to Point Danger. I guess I just felt like a change of pace, and most of the ride was actually quite pleasant. The view from Pt Danger at night is actually quite spectacular, and this picture probably doesn't do it justice.

It was on the way back that things started to get weird. In Coolangatta, two car loads of morons decided... well, I'm not sure if decisions are within their mental capabilities. But for some reason I got a slap on the back side from one, and a touch on the arm from the other. (Guys, I'm flattered by your interest, but I'm really not that way inclined, OK?). Now I'm not sure what the point of all this was -- it was pretty harmless, but then, there was just me and about 8-10 of these morons late at night in Coolangatta, it was a little unsettling.

For some reason I didn't bother to call the police. I guess I just felt it's "not so bad" by Gold Coast standards, and I'm probably right there, particularly after some of the things that happened last year. I did, however, tailgate them for a while, not actually doing anything aggressive, just sitting there and watching them squirm in the glow of the E6. Obviously they were waiting for me to react, which is exactly why I did not.

In the end, people like this are more amusing than anything else. They act all big and tough, safe in the knowledge that they outnumber me 8-1, and that they can step on the accelerator and drive away really fast should I threaten them (not that I'd bother). Still, if ever I'm feeling down about anything in the next few days, looking back on those morons and making fun of them should cheer me up pretty quickly.

The E6 did, however, prove it's value in Miami a bit later on, when a drunk wearing dark clothes decided to throw himself on the road -- and a dimly lit one at that. Fortunately, the E6 beam picked him out pretty early on in the piece. Any later and I might have been in trouble. There were a string of expletives that followed me away from that one, not that I was turning back. Frankly, I have better things to do.


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