I’ve been loving the daily commute to work, Margate via the Channel Hwy through Taroona to Hobart (27kms) and back each day.. although I may be becoming known as the ‘smelly guy’ at work (no showers on site). Commuting is a great thing, I’ve met two single speeding roadies this week.. one guy (sorry I forgot your name) on a Langster and Jess on his Pista Solo, yarned with a few other commuters, had time to think about things other than work or domestic issues (bikes) and at the same time practise my ‘spin’ for track. Can’t believe how much it’s improved my fitness as well, it is the best type of training eh.. each morning I race against myself, I put on the same album on my mp3 and see if I can be at a further point along the road before it finishes (I was short by about 20meters today).. And I quite enjoy ‘duels’ with other commuters, especially the ‘faux-lypians’ on their carbon/titanium bikes with their shaved legs.. Haha.. nah, no disrespect, I’m just jealous.. and can’t afford an uber-bike. Oh, the picture? ^^^ What has it got to do with this post..?? Nothing really. It’s just a cool pic of a bar at Parattah next to the former Velo-track.
Looks like they would serve some pretty gnarly beverages. I’m willing to give it a try!
McCaig Ale?*
*(fermented possum urine)