back from melbourne

God
What is it about Victoria?
EVERY SINGLE SODDING TIME I go there I get sick. Sick to my guts. This time it was the Gurls' darlin 4yo niece (I love her dearly shes a total cuteypie) who decided to 'share' her dose of the flu with 'uncy craig' by blowing on my face. Thanks hun. 2 1/2 weeks of icky stuff coming out of me, painful sinus, throbbing headaches. Home now thank god. Feeling better already. Next time the gurl wants to visit her fambly she can fly down n leave me here feeling healthy.

On the bright side, we now have remote central locking on the car courtesy of the gurls' brother who is a bit of a wiz with the electronics.
I also have a hat with headlights heh. 5 lil LED lights cipping under the visor n hey presto no tripping over in the dark!
AND I found a Peugeot Carbolite racing bike for a price even *I* was willing to pay. And yes it is well rideable. It needs some new spokes, new brake levers and perhaps a new rear derailleur, but as is it is well rideable. try researching it online however!!!!! Near every reference is to a 'carbolite 103' which is a ladys' 10 spd touring bike which this beasty definitely is NOT.

Everyone down there thought they were being very funny when they mentioned I now had a 'backup' to my Peugeot 505 sedan. Mainly cuz I had to Macgyver the gear shift actuator rod to get to the gurls' mums' home while we were out op shopping during week one. Simple matter to replace it once the new part arrived (yes even for me) but nonetheless embarrassing for my old girl. I generally get mucho advance warning if something is planning on failing.

Not wishing to give in totally to the flu I went for a ride on the ONE clearish day we had down there (btw it was BLOODY FREEZING the whole time). Bike shorts...check, bike jersey (nike brabd but not one dedicated to advertising some poncy team - though if i find an old Phil Anderson Team Peugeot jersey Ima have that methinks)...check, gloves...check. So I am out riding riding riding n what happens. It PISSES down. I was mebbe 10kms out from the house and down it came. It was a cold 'I hate you you scumbag New South Welshman' kind of rain. The sort of rain one only experiences in Melbourne. The sort of rain which renders ones legs unable to be felt. My shoes weighed more than my bike. I particularly hate that water that pools in the small of your back n seeps down your buttcrack. Horrid. My gloves took 2 days to dry. My poor Peugeot had lovely dry weather racing tyres on it. 10kms that felt like trying to ride on an ice skating rink. Dint feel any better after that did I?
Weather here is lovely -if i feel better I will go for a ride tomorrow.