Author: Mischa

The internet has finally dragged its sorry arse back into my home life folks, rejoice! Ever since moving into the stinking hovel of eniquity that is the Viper Den (actually probably the cleanest house I’ve lived in for a while, but why ruin the fun?) I’ve been slumming it with the technophobes and luddites whilst only using the internet at work. I’d like to say it’s been rough times, but to be honest it’s probably been for the best. There’s more than enough shit to keep me entertained without the heaving juggernaut of time wasting that is el interwebo. Being the long standing internet junkie that I am, I thought this long-awaited day of glory would result in a massive flurry of activity and visits to many an abandoned site to proclaim my return.

However, I’ve found myself faced with a 1,500 strong pile of unread mail (most of it spam I hope) that I really can’t be bothered facing, as well as a complete lack of interest in revisiting any of my old haunts. It’s almost as if I’ve forgotten how to use this thing. I get the feeling that it will only be a matter of time before I re-acquaint myself with the convenience of the internet and the many pleasures that it holds, no doubt including massive amounts of time reading and looking at worthless shit that I really don’t care about. Hopefully in there somewhere I’ll find some time to post more random shit on this here website so that you can have the occasional relief from Ben and his sick obsession with deep sand, scorching heat and bizarre looking bikes. We may have hosted last year’s SS nats, but I’ll be damned if I have come around to the idea of riding up steep, rocky hills with only one gear. Maybe it’s because I now own one of those bikes with 12 possible suspension combinations, more travel than Peter North’s member, and enough gears to pedal on water. Either way, I’ve got the internet back and stuff will probably happen.

Oh yeah, buy a jersey and look cool. You know you’ll be sad if you miss out.

I’m writing this now because I’m a luddite with no internet access bar what I can leach from work once the boss goes home and there’s a very good chance I’ll forget to do it closer to the date. Also, I haven’t posted anything for ages (see above) and christmas seems to be the stupid bloody topic of the hour everywhere, so I may as well stay in theme. Stupid time of year, but it does mean plenty of time off, and as such, plenty of time for riding. Santa came early and got me a fancy new mountain bike, but decided to charge it to my bank account, which means I’m spending a lot of time covered in mud and grinning like an idiot mixed with occasional realisations of financial ruin and crying. If only the rain would stop for half a moment and save me having to clean the damn thing after every single ride (maintenance, huh?).

Free time definitely means there should be some group rides happening, but someone else is going to have to organise them I think. It seems that turnout generally sits at around zero whenever I attempt to drag anyone into the wide beyond, so all you slack fuckers can sort yourselves out. If anything’s happening, please let me know. Beer and bikes hasn’t been a combination in way too long, and despite Hunnibel’s disaster-strewn efforts, there isn’t much better in life than skidding down wet roads with a few beers under the belt. Alcohol numbs the pain anyway, right?

So merry christmas all. If you’re int he south hobart area, please do stop in at Cyclingo and say g’day. I love an excuse to stop working and talk shit for a few minutes. I’ll even try and sell you a bike, like the opportunistic salesprick I am.

Keep it real, keep it rolling, and see if you can do something about stopping this bloody rain.

Yeah boiiiiii! We’re back! Much too much down time at BnC HQ as we shifted into a new hood, new house and a complete lack of internet or working computer. Technology, huh?

But never mind that, strap yourselves in ’cause the action’s about to start again. Alleycats planned for the Hobart summer, reports from across the globe, jerseys (soon, I promise!), hoodies (soon, I promise!), and assorted other shit. Same old BnC you know and love.

Summer’s almost here, days are warm, bikes are begging to be ridden. Get in on it. Grab some wheels, hit the street, hit the dirt, roll your way into summer days and cold beers. We’ll be right there with ya.

Word.

Sorry about the quiet times folks! My computer’s currently broken and out of action, Ben’s taken himself off into the desert to find his true inner self (it ain’t gonna be pretty!), and who knows where anyone else is.

On the local news front, the S56 tracks at the bottom of Bracken Lane on Mt Wellington has been bulldozed/destroyed/blocked by the Hobart City Council and signs have been posted advising that they are illegal, as is riding them. This is a real pity, as there was a great little trail network through there. However, it came about due to the actions of some stupid individuals. A local resident was flipped off and abused by several riders who continued on to the trails. She complained to the HCC and it was enough to get the (illegal) trails destroyed.

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