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I was out at Cradle Moon again today, pedalling my little arse off, along with a gazillion others. Yes, I know, it's retarded. But it beats spending Sunday morning at home with your own wife.
The area is packed with MTB manne trying to break some more bones, as well as the roadies in their leotards, chatting away about the latest latte. They're 'To Die For', I'm told.
Then there's the 2-litre GS crowd, tons of them. Litterally tons of them, denting the road. Must have ridden all of 20kms to get there for a 30km parade. Showing off how they can go uphill without breaking a sweat, doing the helmet intercom thing, talking about the latest adventure jacket and flip-front helmet.
Why are they there? I can't think of a more boring place to ride a motorbike, unless, like the rest of us, you're in training .....................getting fit enough to attempt a run to Harties, no doubt.
Oh .................... and none of you fucking waved.
The area is packed with MTB manne trying to break some more bones, as well as the roadies in their leotards, chatting away about the latest latte. They're 'To Die For', I'm told.
Then there's the 2-litre GS crowd, tons of them. Litterally tons of them, denting the road. Must have ridden all of 20kms to get there for a 30km parade. Showing off how they can go uphill without breaking a sweat, doing the helmet intercom thing, talking about the latest adventure jacket and flip-front helmet.
Why are they there? I can't think of a more boring place to ride a motorbike, unless, like the rest of us, you're in training .....................getting fit enough to attempt a run to Harties, no doubt.
Oh .................... and none of you fucking waved.
