The Dirt Road

Hells yeah!

Some days, some days are just boring. Other days, well, they just plain look like this:

The Mighty Tomewin

Kurt takes me everywhere, and I'm
always rocking, FML.

Smashed it. One side is a fairly steep 9km climb, although not a true climb as it has a downhill section in the middle. The other side is straight up, 6.6% avg. The KOM hits about 340m. My 23 rocked out with its cock out.

Heaps warm in Queensland, aye.

It's so damn hot, milk was a bad choice.

Suck on it bitches. It's so WARM up here. Fair dinkum! So warm. I started my ride at 8am, at an all time double digit figure of 10 degrees. I went out with full finger gloves and arm warmers, that was it. No knicks or jersey.

Winter Holiday

It's that time of year again. It's stupidly cold and the sun doesn't grace us with it's presence until sometime after 7am. What a dick. And even when it decides it's time to throw some light our way, it doesn't heat up until after 8. Seriously, what a dick.

My Bike

So some of you know me, and some of you don't. There's a third group of people who don't know what's going on at all and just want to get in on the mushroom stash. To this group I say, derp.

Rain = PAIN

It has become apparent that trainer sessions are all the rage. As if you'd want to go out in that rain? Really. I'd rather eat a block of unprocessed heroin. Does it come in blocks? I'm not sure. But trainer sessions are a little healthier than unprocessed heroin. I think.