Hell Ride

What a circus. Saturday morning we rolled down to hell ride in the darkness as usual and were greeting by media, helicopters, cars and motor bikes... What the hell...

So we rolled off, all 40 or so of us and did what we do every week. Rode our bikes. Sadly for other road users there was cars with people hanging out of them, motorbikes with pillion passengers sitting backwards on them, helicopters buzzing around like idiots, and a bunch of riders trying not to get hit. For some silly reason, Joel and I were there to get a little suffering in, and sat on the front as nobody else wanted to roll over, so we rolled along and as an added bonus got on the front of the Sunday age for our trouble.

Then I flatted.

Then I rode to Frankston, turned and sloooowly rolled back up, and just as the bunch caught me, I flatted again. Boo. At least I had company, with Jimmy Maebus stopping to fix a slow leak and we rode home together, with Grover (who has some great videos of the weekend) also joining us for the pedal.

So that was saturday, before we drove to Castlemaine for a bike race, and various assorted shenanigans.

Oh, and it was bloody cold up there!!