We had been for a couple of smallish togetherness rides on the flatlands of the city … it was time to return to some undulation to increase the training to get thigh burn. Preparation for the much longer upcoming mountainbike ride adventure next month. Where most sane folk ride the distance over four days … we are going to be doing it in one!
From one side of the harbour Lyttelton to the other, Diamond Harbour we rode.
It took us back to Canada and stirred reflective memories that we still hold dear … stay upright; try not to get collected by metal vehicles sharing the narrow bits; communicate the call when changing gears to be easier or slower; watch for shit on the road; don’t run over dead things R.I.P. on the road; and when you see an upcoming squashed remains – take a breath before you get to it versus when upon it; take the piss out of each other; remember the host and friendship connections made and wonder what they would be doing; return a smile and salutation when passers by look at you like you are two idiots doing what we were on our Fatty; eat a scone and have a cuppa at the destination Diamond Harbour.
Return back to Lyttelton was the same … 58kms around our own terra firma right on our back door step was just magic.
No chocolate bacon today. By the time we arrived back to our car, we had missed the bulk of the Saturday market.
This is our new training ride … everyone welcome for a repeat blat next weekend :0)
Now, where the f..k did we put the butt butter cream?!!!!!!