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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Sunday, February 25, 2007


I can't think of too many nice things to say about this weekend. Basically the only thing I've managed to conclude is that someone somewhere with an over-inflated sense of self-importance has decided they don't want me to ride from the Gold Coast to Ballina and back in a day. Last year I had to bail on an attempt at that ride after a run of flat tyres caused me to turn around and head for home before I ran out of patches and spares -- but at least I still managed 177km that day.

Today seemed to start promisingly enough. My legs felt good, I got into a good rhythm early. Then a flat tyre hit just 5km into the ride -- yet another piece of broken glass (I won't go into that rant again). I fixed it a little angrily, then went on my way. I hadn't lost too much time, and once I hit Sexton's "hill" near Banora Point I started feeling good once again. A heavy rain shower followed, which drenched me enough not to have to worry about getting too hot for the next couple of hours. Things were looking good.

Between Kingscliff and Cabarita is a rather ugly subdivision known as Casuarina Beach. This was built in 1998 (and even now all the lots aren't sold), so there is no conceivable way that anyone can have any pretence of this place having any "history" at all. Yet for some unknown reason, some idiot came up with the idea of paving all the roundabouts (of which there are a surprising amount for the place that really is the arse-end of the world) with cobblestones! The thing about cobblestones is that they become frighteningly slippery when they get a little wet -- which is exactly what happened this morning.

Fortunately I managed to anticipate my crash, get the speed down and sustained only bruising and a mild loss of skin. Nevertheless, some of that bruising was on my back, which would have made carrying a camelbak for the next 230km a little painful, so after a minor adjustment to my brakes to repair some minor damage, I turned and went home. It's astonishing what a fall does to one's confidence. It took some time for me to get that back. Fortunately I ran into some old friends in Kingscliff, and we all rode home together. I perhaps could have pressed on, and might have done so had it been a long audax ride or something, but I really needed to get back and check over the bike (and myself).

What irks me about this is that I was able to anticipate the fall, but not prevent it. I don't know whether it was the sudden loss of confidence on that particular surface that prevented me from approaching it in the correct fashion, but really I shouldn't have leaned into the turn at all. In the end, that mistake cost me what was promising to be a very nice ride, and my blood is still boiling 12 hours later.

Mark my words, I WILL complete this ride.


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