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, September 15, 2005

Do I know this person?

Do you ever see someone who you think you recognise, but you can't place them? This has been happening to me recently a bit, with someone I see each evening as I ride home from work. It's usually on the approach to the Sundale Bridge, or sometimes on the bridge itself. She's usually riding home from work in the other direction (presumably she works at Seaworld judging by the uniform). We usually smile and/or greet each other as we pass, then go on our merry way. I know it usually brightens my day just a little bit. I'm sure I recognise her face from somewhere, but I just can't place it. For the record, I haven't been to Seaworld in 20 years. I have eleven further commutes on this route to figure it out.

Then there is the jogger that I used to see in the mornings everyday on my ride to work. This guy and I have this strange way of waving to each other as we pass, we both seem to do a simultaneous pose as though we're waving to a huge crowd somewhere. It's almost as if it's the final stages of the climb to Alpe D' Huez or the last bit of the Gold Coast Marathon, but in reality we're just waving to each other. Again, I'm sure I know him from somewhere, and he recognises me from somewhere, but I'm buggered if I can figure out where. It seems highly unusual to give such a huge wave to a complete stranger. I hope we cross paths again at some point in the next two and a bit weeks before I change commutes. It promises to be one hell of a wave.


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Blogger Rodney Olsen said...

My waves to 'dog guy' keep getting friendlier each day on my commute. I see him walk his two dogs at his local park each morning.

As for thinking that you recognise someone, I had that experience many years ago when I was a consultant on a TV show that was produced through Channel 7. A couple of times during an editing session we'd head down the corridor to the canteen and I'd see a familiar face. I'd be about to say hello and then realise I only knew them on TV. I managed to keep it to a smile and nod which is OK when you don't actually know the person.

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