So many assignments

Assignments? Assignments! Oh man, so many assignments. Will they ever end? Probably when I die I won't have to do them any more. Hopefully.
In other news, it's September 11.


Not riding:

Other than assignments, I've been running all over Marsfield looking for a place to call home. Saw some small horrible places. A bunch of rice dens. It took until Saturday afternoon for me to find a place. It's cheap, no bills, free internet! All the worlds pornz for me! The room is nice, but the house is a bit of a hole. There were six, six! rice cookers on the bench in the kitchen. That's a lot of rice. I'll take a photo and post it next week!

Did pilates three times and yoga once! I am the calm, strong, core of the world. Bitches don't know my POWAH!

I bought the new Streets album. Because I lent my entire life's worth of music, pictures, movies and cartoons to Toby, I've listened to The Streets NON STOP. That's a lie, it stops after the last track. But then I hit PLAY again! Not sure if you're picking up what I'm putting down, but this is a wicked album!

Riding:

A bit of an off week, not my fault really, fuck uni! Nah, kidding...

Uni students doing assignments

Pushing the boundaries, cause you know, you can't fence me in...

Monday:

Rode back from Dad's place in Rouse Hill to work, just a little scamp that took an hour.

Tuesday:

Didn't ride my roadie, only my Commuter bike. I did about an hour - West Pymble to Eastwood. Eastwood to uni. Uni to West Pymble. West Pymble to uni. Uni to West Pymble. Who needs to hill reps when you can ride back and forth over De Burgh's Bridge!

My commute!

Wednesday:

Didn't ride but spent about 30 hours doing an assignment. It was a bit epic really, I drew a conceptual framework for Manly Dam Catchment. Google that shit, cause I ain't drawing another and I'm not describing it to you. Instead I'm going to give you a picture of Geoff "Super Commuter's" calf muscles:

Thursday:

Well. After staying up till the wee hours of the morning two days in a row, I wasn't going to let my bullshit assignments hold me back from The Gorges with the Homos. Got up there on time and we rolled out like rolled oats. Yep.

It was a bit intense up the climbs. Everyone had clearly eaten their weetbix this morning. I was just happy to hold on as two days off had my heart rate up in the 90% range quite easily. I started an attack across the top and rolling through had my heart rate at 98%! The highest it's been since I can remember.

Let's rewind a bit first. The fun started the night before. I was doing my first Hatha Yoga class and was feeling positive and awesome. Hatha yoga is basically meditative yoga. I am Jack's calm centre.

I lied about it starting the night before, we need to rewind again. It actually started on Monday at work. I think that the air conditioning has cycled the same air for the last 20 years. So I was a bit flemy and had a sore throat.

Coming through Berowra, rolling about 40km/hr through the roundabout before the lights and a green Commodore pulls out in front of me and Mike into the right hand lane. Nice move bitch. I'm flemmy and calm. Golly on your car!

Roll to the front of traffic and get a green light, roll through and hear some sort of commotion behind me. Turn around to see old mate running up the corridor between cars and then round the bend onto the Pacific Highway yelling some shit to me. Lolwut?

We ride along a bit, me fully expecting some sort of confrontation. They catch us at the Berowra interchange. Apparently he just wants to talk to me.

Well, your wife or who ever that fat old women is doesn't know the road rules and therefore I took action.

"I was gonna knock you off your bike and kick the shit out of you. Fuckin' cyclists!"

She did the wrong thing, deal with it.

"What's your details, I'm calling the cops."

I'm not giving telling anything, here's a detail, zero zero zero, call it, get the police here.

"Youse cyclists are fucked. I'm calling the cops."

Puts the phone to the side of his head. I continue to tell him he's wrong. He continues to tell me I'm wrong. And after five minutes he stops pretending to call the police. Finally he spits on me! Right on my elbow!

Now that's assault. You should definitely call the police now, moron. If anything you should have spat on my bike. I make him wipe it off. He wants me to wipe it off his car. Not gonna happen.

"Youse shouldn't have been riding there. You should have stopped for me."

I can see that you are borderline retarded. I am not wasting my life here with you banging your head and grunting.

I go to ride behind him because JDS was off to my side. He tries to kick me! Lolwut?

That line dancing mother fucker

Friday:

No ride! There was some rain AND I needed to read a scientific journal, and give a presentation on it. In two hours I had that shit down pat, and delivered a most hilarious presentation.

Saturday:

Way to tired. Late nights and pilates and yoga classes have been mining my built up sleep credits.

Sunday:

Ettalong? Yeah nah, I'm doing the TORC Mooney Mooney Jaunt (jaunt is not a verb). Jaunt! Simon and his TORC buddies left at 630. Tom, Mike, Stu and I turned at the top of Mooney Mooney to chase them down. There wasn't much in the way of excitement.

JDS

The ride out was particularly hard, someone had a ferry to catch. JDS attacked the bunch, and promptly came straight back. This is what I imagine went through his head when he discovered what WIND was:

Came back through Bobbo and had coffees at Pablo & Rusty's. It's the place to be. A little expensive, but the beverages are AMAZING. Get on it yo.