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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Wednesday, May 30, 2007


Some mornings you can just tell that something special is unfolding. A quick look at my stats for the month of May over at would reveal that it hasn't been one of the greatest periods of my cycling life. First of all there was the abandonment of the 600k randonee in unseasonal heat. Then I had to cancel a planned weekend on the Sunshine Coast with Dave Mac because a family member needed my urgent assistance with something else. Then I picked up a chest infection and was unwell, which kept me off the bike for a little while.

Last weekend I managed a very pleasant ride to Binna Burra, even if I was nowhere near 100%. While I was exhausted on my return from that ride, I really did feel a sense of accomplishment, as if toughing that one out was a turning point. This morning confirmed it. It was a dark and misty morning, it was just 47km to and from Little Nerang Dam. There was almost a fall when climbing over the gate then suddenly realising it wasn't locked after all.

There was also the freshness of the morning mist, the silhouette in the starlight of the pockets of mist hanging around the surrounding mountains. There was the sight of the rising sun lighting up all the mist, mixing and contrasting with the colours of the landscape. There was a slight irritation that I'd left my camera at home, but I can live with that. More than anything else, there was a feeling that the old swagger is coming back into my riding, and that I might just set up a date with Mt Jerusalem this weekend to confirm it.


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