Archived entries for
YPR #66 The ride that almost wasn’t
It was a real struggle to wake up this morning, but I eventually willed myself out of bed after pressing the snooze button on the alarm at least 5 times. There was a last-minute call to go help J. Yap move a massive 8-person dining table 16 floors up an apartment building by the fire escape because it wouldn’t fit in the lift. It almost seemed like an impossible task but it took 5 of us a sweat-drenched half hour to get it into the apartment.
Anyway, this morning I made it to Yarra Boulevard just past the usual meeting time. At first I thought everyone else had bailed on me but after one and a half laps by myself, Geek and Keith finally showed up. The three of us managed a couple more laps before obligatory coffee at Niche on Bridge.
YPR #65 And then there were five…
After going to all that trouble to pick up my road bike from work last night, I realised as I was standing in my laundry bike room this morning that I forgot to grab my road shoes. So I made the quick decision to ride down to the Boulevard on my broken Yeti.
Yay for having several bikes. Boo for not having several pairs of shoes with the right cleats ready to go.
YPR #64 Does my bum look fat in these shorts?
Waiter: Do you want Equal with your coffee?
Wayne: ???
It’s in the air
You could smell it in the air. This was the second or third properly hot day of the season but the 100%-chance-of-rain downpour was about to hit the city. I was walking from the office to the bus stop and suddenly a massive moist wind blew down Exhibition Street. The question was whether I would make it home before the skies opened up.
At the other end of my bus trip, I was but five hundred metres from home when the thunderstorm started. Enough for my to get almost-entirely-but-not-quite drenched from head to toe.
