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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.
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.
Bicycle touring journals from all over the world, including a couple of my own.
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.
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 begins in Perth, Western Australia.
The "other" Lance!
The Wired Cat on-line
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.
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.
A blog about bikes and stuff.
Tweed Coast Treadly
An old man's bicycle riding diary.
A cyclist's life in Tenerife
Bike to work to live to bike
It's never too late to get back on the bike
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..
This sucks. I have done nothing for the last two weeks, and I've just had to cancel some rather big plans I had for Saturday, since the calf muscle that I strained in my crash a couple of weeks ago hasn't healed enough. I still plan to do something, but it won't be what I wanted. Time off the bike usually serves only to remind me of just why I spend so much time on the bike to start with, and this really has been no exception. I've ranted enough in the past about how vapid popular culture is (vapid - look it up), so I'll spare you all the details, suffice to say that I'm missing the bike and the places it can take me.
It's amazing the things you can see when you look for them, and tonight I may have been the only one to see it. Venus had just risen and joined the stars in the night sky as I came around the corner to ride along the beach at Currumbin. At that moment, I had a special view of Venus sitting right above the calm South Pacific, which glistened with the reflection of the "star" light. Then a few seconds later, the road changed direction slightly, and it was gone. It was one of those fleeting moments that will live for much longer in my memory than it actually lasted.
A little while ago I noted an article in the local media around here that claimed there had been 441 hit and run assaults on the Gold Coast in the space of 12 months. Of course, what the article didn't state was that this probably means there were another 882 that just went unreported. So I suppose it was inevitable that my turn to be on the received end would come sooner or later, and three days ago it actually happened. I was riding my bike to work along Waterways Drive in Main Beach, and someone in a truck decided to drive into me. Granted, this is not the first time I've been hit by a car, in fact, it's happened seven times before (six on the Gold Coast), but it was the first time I've not actually been able to keep the bike upright and keep riding.