Happy Christmas, jerkfaces

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.