Four days

Four days

Away from the harsh and unnatural visual jarring of the angular concrete and steel constructs of the city, away from the creeping, constant and incessant traffic, away from the bustling multitudes of people, away from the city lights dimming the night stars, away from...
Meredith

Meredith

Originally published August, 2012 Eager expectation, that’s how I felt the morning of the ride. The day was overcast with the threat of hail in Melbourne that afternoon and a cool 10C forecast for part of the ride. Finding the meet point was a challenge itself, there...
Jindabyne

Jindabyne

Originally published February, 2014 Wet. Wetter. Wettest. Submerged. It was going to be wet. And yes, it was and so were we. Submerged still doesn’t do it justice: it was wet all day. It started with a sinking feeling that my wets weren’t up to scratch when my elbows...
Jamieson

Jamieson

Originally published January, 2013 One of my most favourite trips: Eildon-Jamieson or EJ as it’s now often known. The usual preflight checks complete and I set off nice and early from home for the ~60 odd minute “commute” to Yarra Glen. A rather idyllic commute as I...
Dargo

Dargo

Originally published January, 2014. Saturday finally came and it was time again. Time to do the Dargo dance. Time to repeat that magnificent ride which I first did with this group last year. Heading out to the meet point I espy a yellow bike closely tailed by a black...
The mattress…

The mattress…

 …hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t. Adams, D. 1979. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. London: Pan Books. Morning. Sunday. Long weekend. The football is over. A long trek to the meet point and the ephemeral transients are...