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, March 18, 2010

Surviving the game part 2

It was just a week after the Mullumbimby pump incident (forgive me taking so long to update), I figured that if I survived that, I should be in the clear for a while. Assumptions of that nature are, of course, fatal, but none of us ever seem to learn from them. So it was totally without this in mind that I set off for a morning's off road riding on the old fire trails in Mooball National Park, in the hills behind Murwillumbah. Of course, I was accompanied by the only northerly wind we'd had all week, meaning the humidity was about 169%.

The ride through the forest was beautiful as usual, I had an early taste winding along the dirt road through Urliup, then the ride through Murwillumbah, but I detoured slightly to avoid the industrial area, first taking the old highway south, before cutting back along Fernvale Road to reach the start of the climb at Smarts road. I detoured here as well, to avoid the knee-depth potholes on one section and take in an extra switchback. I then pushed my way through the 15% sections of the road, until I reached the "summit", before the descent along Cooradilla Road.

All the while I was marvelling at how pleasant it was to be riding through rainforest. I decided that I should really make the time to do some camping up here later in the year when the temperatures cool a little. I'm not entirely sure how I'd haul a fully loaded bike up some of those gradients (I once measured one earlier section at 22%), but the rewards of spending a night up here would make it all worthwhile.

Today's drama took place on the way home, having returned to the sealed road for the final rolling hills before Murwillumbah. It's not often that I get flats on the GEAX Evolution tyres, but when they do happen, they're usually spectacular. This one was no exception. A steel bolt somehow found it's way into the tyre. At 55km/h, it was always going to do some damage. Not only was the tube destroyed in three places (and probably more if I'd taken the time to look), the rim tape around the wheel was also snapped. Some of it must have broken off, because there wasn't enough to go around the wheel anymore.

I thought my ride was over, but then I realised that I was only about 5km from Murwillumbah, meaning that if I could fashion a bodgy repair, I might just be able to make it back into town and get some insulation tape from a service station to replace the rim tape temporarily, and limp home. The bodgy repair involved patching over the two spoke holes on the inside of the wheel with tyre patches, and using the glue from those to hold them and what was left of the rim tape in place. It was a completely stupid idea, but it worked. I made it to Murwillumbah, bought some insulation tape (there was no bike shop there that opened on a Sunday), and got myself on the road again. I was fortunate that somehow the tyre that took the hit on the outside was still in good shape.

Now all that was left was the final climb over Tomewin (which was as much to get out of the wind as anything else), and the final ride home through suburbia. Unfortunately there was no rain on Tomewin today, but it was nice enough just the same. I reached the summit, cruised across the top of the range and descended back to the coast, realising that I had dodged a bullet for the second consecutive weekend. Still, they say these things happen in threes, so there might be another surprise on the way.


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