Post-neutron bomb

Last night as a test of my new lighting system, I opted to head for the singletrack up at the Spit. I had been a little apprehensive about going through Surfers Paradise with it, but the place was dead quiet. That said, I still had to be on idiot alert for the usual trick of slamming on the brakes in the middle of the road for no readily-apparent reason. I think that's why I used to be on a self-imposed speed limit of 25km/h here.

Once on the track and the feeling of being away from it all took over. Parts of it have been re-gravelled, some of the earlier bits have even been paved, but there is still enough left that I can feel like I'm miles away from everything. While this isn't technically challenging single track in the conventional sense, it does have areas that are piled with sand, due to it's proximity to the beach. I can usually count on a skid or two there.

Everything worked out as planned -- I even got away with leaving my pump at home. It was also deadly quiet. Even riding out on the breakwall over the ocean was deserted. I would have liked the sea to have been a little rougher, just so I could get a taste of ocean spray, but I suppose one can't have everything. I did a couple of laps, I might have gone for one more if I'd left 15 minutes earlier, and went home with the feeling that this is something I just have to do more often. Of course, finding time for that is a challenge all of it's own.