The inner voices

A few years back, I was on down the beach getting along at a decent pace with Joel and he had a bit of a moment. Things were a bit nervous in the bunch and he said "stuff this, lets get out of here" We dropped out the back, and a few corners on we found a good part of the bunch picking itself up off the deck.

Since then, I've tried (often unsuccessfully) to listen to the voices. Tonight was a prime example. Forgetting my lights as I'd stripped the bike for sale, I was headed for Tour De Burbs. About half way there, I realised and it was too far gone. I continue on to see what I could salvage of the ride before dark. Almost there, 2 Degani bakery riders ran some lights, and had a 'play' with some cars. Then riders crossing Chandler to join the bunch at the start point continually were nearly cleaned up from doing dumb stuff. I turned and looked in the bunch and saw about a dozen familiar faces out of 50-60 that I was happy to do a bunch ride with. And then as we rolled out, we got one red light, then another which split the bunch then it just slowly turned to chaos. Chasing, on the rivet, hooking, swerving for glass. Thanks but no.

Straight on at the first roundabout, and I'm outa there! There's other days for riding, sometimes it all just piles up against you, and I try to take heed. I'm just not very good at it...

That said, cool sunset!