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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Friday, November 09, 2007


Last night was another of those nights when sleep just would not come. I managed a little early in the evening, but awoke about 11.30pm and simply could not get back to sleep. At around 1.20am I gave up and spent some time tidying my apartment, before returning to bed for another attempt. At around 2.40am, I decided it was a complete waste of time and decided to saddle up for a quick 44km ride. Thus began a beautiful, if slightly eerie couple of hours.

It was something different to see the streets of the Gold Coast so totally deserted. I've ridden through the night in the past of course, but that was in the Lockyer Valley, or previously the Tweed Valley, where there was little or no suburbia in sight. Even so, it was nice to have entire arterial roads to myself. A little later I had cleared suburbia behind Reedy Creek, and a little light drizzle started. This was just bliss. A decent south-westerly wind picked up, this somehow added to the character of the ride.

Further along I enjoyed the 2km climb of Ducats Road, followed by the screaming descent of Trees road, again, just marvelling at the beauty of the night. I began to think that perhaps this was somehow meant to be. I'm not normally a great believer in destiny and fate, but something seemed right about this ride, that somehow I had to do it. I'll probably never have a logical explanation for that feeling, and it's not something I plan on doing every night. However, for the time I was able to experience it, I loved my little bout of insomni-spiration.


Blogger IronGambit said...

I hate that... it always happens when you have to wake up for something important !

11:37 am  

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