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..

More cycling blogs

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Monday, May 08, 2006


I have never needed a ride like I needed to go to Springbrook last night. Some of the other crap going on in my life seems to have taken a toll, I was more lethargic over the weekend than at any other time in the recent past. Once I got on the bike just after the sun went down I started to feel better. I hadn't actually planned on doing Springbrook, but there was a calling of some kind, something instinctive telling me that I should, that this was the night.

It felt like I was really struggling on the early part of the climb, then I realised I was using the wrong gear. After making the minor change, it all seemed to fall into place. Up until last night I knew of three glow worm colonies that nobody else did. I doubled that tally in the space of 30 minutes. Those little green lights shining through the forest were my inspiration later on when the gradient ramped up on Lyrebird Ridge. Yes, my ride time was crap, my average speed was crap, but I felt revitalised when I reached the summit.

The pool of cold air in the Eastern side of the escarpment on the way down made me feel like I was back in New Zealand. Then the rejuvenation was complete. The ride home was basically all down hill. There is something unmistakably special about descending a mountain at night -- the eerie sound of the rushing wind, the very slight but exquisite chill on the air, the constant negotiating of the switchbacks, it all combines to make an awesome experience.

I knew I'd find the answers at Springbrook, I always do. About the only regret is that it's almost 11 years since the first time I rode up that mountain. It's taken me this long to get around to doing it at night!


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