The rain and the ride

This morning I woke up and it was raining. Not such a rare occurrence this year in Tasmania, but I’d checked the forecast and it predicted a low chance of rain, otherwise warm and dry. The night before I’d laid out my US POSTAL summer kit, prepped the Trek 5200 and set breakfast. Waking to…

Freshening up the winter steed

We’re over half way through Octover now, so it’s officially time to start thinking about winter. Today I pulled out the tired-looking Ribble (which had been sulking in the corner with a broken gear cable) and gave it a good freshen up ready to tackle the forthcoming foul weather commuting duties. I’d been putting it off,…

When the weather turns wild

I think it was Billy Connolly who said “there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothing.” When the weather takes a turn for the worst you often see numbers at the Sunday club ride plummet. Only the strong (or maybe foolhardy) turn up and tackle the elements, but if you’re going to turn up…