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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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Cop that!

I am now officially "back" after a bout of bronchitis followed by a "recovery" time that was longer than I had hoped. I did manage a couple of rides last weekend (which I will write about when I get a few spare minutes), but I had no power. Tonight's ride as a different matter, a final confirmation that I am officially "back".

The original plan had been a ride to Little Nerang Dam, and I did manage a blistering start, but a little further along, some thick bushfire smoke coated the surrounding hills, not something I wanted to ride through. I rode the top of a short 2km climb before turning for home. I still felt strong, so when I saw the turn off for Monaro Road, I decided one more climb might suit things. 3km horizontally and 300 metres of height later, I was "back".

The early part of the climb was easy enough, but later on came the kick. I'm not sure of the gradient, but I felt as though I was on the edge, before the road turned a corner and steepened even further. I had to increase the intensity. The moonlight revealed a climb that seemed to go on forever, at a ridiculous gradient. I maintained the consistency, getting in touch with my inner leech, and just hanging on. In a grim kind of way, I began to enjoy it. I must have been doing alright, because I reached the summit sooner than I'd expected, and took in a spectacular view over the lights of the coast bathed in moonlight. That felt goooood!


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