Not much of a blogger am I? Ah well, deal with it.
So, a few blogs ago I alluded to a new project I had conjured up. I am sure you have all been thinking about that comment (made back on the 14th of April) and the dangling stinky rotten carrot, ravaged by the hands of old man time has kept you in a state of uncontrollable suspense ever since....
50% because I wasn't confident I'd actually finish it, and 50% because I am simply a shitty blogger I kept pretty quiet about it. I needed to fill the void of biking challenges left after completing the build of the Heckler. My second project was a ride. A long ride. A ride from Brisbane to Sydney.
For all you foreigners and geographically challenged plebs, that's around 1000km's (or about 630 miles). The storyline is pretty simple... (though in future blogs I will no doubt fabricate it).
Cycle from Brisbane GPO to Sydney GPO, unassisted, carrying on the bike all I needed. Motivation for doing it... Personal challenge.
So I spread my great idea with some of my cycling fraternity. Met mostly with interest, but with more than a twist of skepticism, I was surprised that two of my riding brethren, Shawn and Paul showed interest. Paul unfortunately has been recovering from a severely broken ankle and as time got closer, it became apparent that he would not be able to join us; which incidentally added a new level of "oh shit" to my decision top doing this. This is because he was going to drive and just ride sections with us. While my intention was to do this unassisted, the thought of not even having the option of a support vehicle threw more face slapping realism into what I had committed to.
In the following blogs I will enlighten you on the experience, the lead up, training and the adventure itself. But for now I will leave you with this, which upon committing to this challenge, sums up how I felt in the months leading up to the ride:
Until next time, my legion of fans...
Justin.
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