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, May 26, 2011


It has been remiss of me not to write a post about what was easily the most awesome ride of 2011 so far. A couple of weeks ago, my ride partner Martin and I set off on an enormous day's riding, the initial expectations were for 240km through the Byron Hintrerland, a magical ride including mountains, rainforests and waterfalls. We set off in darkness, with a spectacular display in the Eastern sky, featuring the planets Venus, Mars and Jupiter already marking this as a memorable ride. The initial part of the ride led us down the coastal strip, before climbing Bilambil and heading for Urliup as the sun rose (where I spotted a kangaroo), but it was after passing Murwillumbah on 45km that the real ride would start.

The series of climbs on the old Pacific Highway between Murwillubah and Billinudgel give an indication of what this ride is all about. The highest (but certainly not the hardest) of these being the pleasant climb over the Burringbar Range. In time things change, and one of the changes on this route has been the gradual paving of dirt roads, which has meant that a short stretch of dirt on Billinudgel Road was the last dirt on today's ride, just 70km in. After this, the switchback climb of the Coolamon Scenic Drive into Mullumbimby gives a special appreciation of the unique forests of this area. At the time I pondered getting the camera out for these, or the pointsettias that were blooming by the side of the road. Instead I kept it sheathed, and in hindsight, this may have been a good decision, given the way I was misfiring with the camera today.

After Mullumbimby came two substantial climbs, first the Crystal Castle, followed by an irrational hill near Repentence Creek (from which this ride takes it's name). These both offer sweeping views over Byron Bay, with the occasional pseudo sun-flower making it's presence known in the area. There's a third climb after the Minyon Falls turnoff (a detour I plan on making next time), and rather stupidly I had left my jacket on from the cool pre-dawn start, and began to pay for this later on. It reached the stage where I was really struggling on the climb out of Corndale which represents approximately the half way point on the ride (and quite possibly the hardest of the many climbs of the day), and this may have contributed to a navigational error that caused us to ride some extra kilometres.

An unscheduled detour on the dirt Missingham Road would have given us a shorter route to the lunch stop in Dunoon, had I not led us several kilometres in the wrong direction after getting back onto Whian Whian Road. At least the riding here, through lush green rolling hills, was pleasant, as was the temperature. Eventually we found our way to Dunoon, only to discover that the coffee shop that was once there had closed. Luckily, the town's store still had enough to feed us, and we moved on toward the screaming descent into The Channon. Here, I noticed a sign advertising "Tea Room" (literally) up a non-descript side street -- would this make a better lunch stop next time?

Getting to Nimbin from the Channon requires a long, steady and extremely scenic climb through a rainforest. This may have been my favourite climb of the entire day, as the narrow road and the switchbacks make for an almost spiritual experience here. I recall this climb being dirt just a few years previously, and wondered how I handled it in those days. Shortly after Nimbin there was one final climb (which was another steady, scenic climb) before the only "flat run" of the day, a 50km stretch through the Tweed Valley toward Tomewin, and the final challenge.

The day's light had been fading for quite a while, but I opted to wait until the bottom of Tomewin to put my lights on and remove the jacket I had once again donned at Uki. It also gave us the opportunity to spot a couple of peacocks wandering by. I had been worried about this climb, which gains 350 metres in height, with an 11% section just after Les's Place. I had let Martin take off ahead when I attached my lights for the climb, which seemed to help me ride at my own pace. Consequently, I had plenty of energy in reserve for the steep section, and actually seemed to get stronger here.

Darkness has fully set in by the time I reached the summit, although a full moon was alleviating some of that. Yet there is still something special about descending a mountain road in the darkness. Martin said he spotted some koalas in some of the trees with his helmet light, but maybe my eyes aren't as good as they should be. The darkness seemed to provide some inspiration to overcome tired legs, and we seemed to make good time through Currumbin Valley and back up the coastal strip to finish off the ride (where I point blank refused to play silly games with one particular idiot motorist who couldn't decide whether or not to stop at a red light).

All in all it was an incredible ride, on a perfect day, with a final total of 260km. If Repentence feels this good, I might have to sin more often.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


I have just sat through an enforced weekend off after a nasty crash on Thursday night, and I have to say, cabin fever is seriously depressing. The crash itself resulted in me descending a "hill" at Robina way too fast, then having to slam on the brakes when someone in front of me decided to turn into a run-down suburban shopping centre on the slope that is almost never used. There may have still been a way out of the crash, but in that split-second I had well and truly hit the panic button, and I seem to have somehow flipped the bike over a kerb, and landed on a narrow strip of grass.

The grass probably softened the fall a little, but it still hurt. While nothing is broken, I've still had an entire weekend to reflect on my stupidity that caused the problem to occur. I'm still amazed that I can be so careless on familiar roads that I could probably ride blindfolded, and yet navigate much more difficult roads on overseas bike tours or my weekend rides. Being stuck inside with that frustration is not something I have any intention of repeating in the future. The fact that I had a wholly unproductive weekend probably says it all.

Another lesson to learn.