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 22, 2007


It seems that time doesn't like me updating this blog. It's taken until now to get around to an entry I wanted to write three days ago. Monday night I took the mountain bike up to some single track on the sandhills at The Spit. That ride always has it's interesting moments with the way tyres tend to slide away when they hit a sand patch. I have to say that my skill at riding in sand is slowly improving -- it may have even saved my life after hitting a bump in the road at 62km/h last year.

On this particular occasion, the track was slightly more treacherous due to some storm damage that had gone through at some time in the recent past. Trying to avoid big holes while sliding through sand is always an interesting experience. Once I'd negotiated that, I was surprised to encounter some native wildlife up there. There seemed to be a colony of birds (I'm not sure which exact species they were) making the area their home. What was really surprising was that when I encountered them on the track, most of them seemed disinterested in flying away and were often content to run alongside me.

Obviously it took some trust on their part to do that, and I have no idea what I have done to earn that trust, but it happened several times during the course of the ride. It's quite staggering to think that something like this could happen in what is very close to the geographical centre of the Gold Coast (a city of 500,000 these days). Combine that with the restless sea breeze and the sound of the waves crashing in the back ground, and I could have been a million miles away.

It wasn't such a memorable night for the three canetoads that found their way under my wheels (although I really should have been in double-figures). I don't generally slow down for canetoads. Go and look up "canetoad" on wikipedia and you'll understand the rationale behind my thinking.


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