Sunday, 10 March 2013
SIX WEEKS OF CONSTANT RAIN, VARYING BETWEEN FULL-ON DOWNPOURS TO ANNOYINGLY INCONVENIENT DRIZZLE . . . . I DON'T MIND RIDING IN THE RAIN BUT EVER SINCE I BECAME THE ROUND COUNT AND OUTGREW MY 40 YEAR OLD, HAND-ME-DOWN BELSTAFF AND HAD SOME SCUMDOG SWIPE MY GOGGLES IT'S BEEN A PAIN IN THE ARSE . . . . THIS WAS THE FIRST SATURDAY NIGHT MINUS RAIN . . . . SO I GRABBED THE PURPLE PENIS BY THE BALLS !!!
I actually love riding in the rain when I'm sorted for it, Belstaff, rain duds, goggles and I'm good to go, haven't worn a full-face for years but thinking of getting one for the this winter, not that it's ever really too cold up here in pissing rain Queensland, but yeah, the wet ain't a concern as long as I'm dry and the stinky, greasy old waxed cotton Trialmaster that I inherited in 1991 or thereabouts has been a perfect partner all these years . . . . tragically, now I've officially become a fat count it's down for the count, the Halcyon's got stolen just before New Year's Eve and I still haven't replaced my old yellow rain strides so it's just been all too fucking hard, motivation and desire killed in the arse for the best part of two months constant rain and sorrow.
Tonight was a welcome change, rode up the highway, headed up and over the mountain, through the 'Army Town' of Canungra, up to Beenleigh, back down the highway, stopped by the river near where I went to school light years ago, snapped two half arsed pics, and came home . . . . total distance about 80 klms, only a wee blast really but my sanity is fully restored . . . . easy as that.
ABOVE, THE PRETTY LIGHTS AND NIGHTSCAPE OF SUFFERERS PARASITE . . . . NICE FROM A DISTANCE BUT UP CLOSE IT STINKS OF SOCIETAL DECAY AND BAD MONEY
ATTEMPTED THE LANDSCAPE SHOT WITH INTERGALACTIC TELECOMMUNICATIONS DEVICE, PRETTY FUCKING AVERAGE . . . . THE TIDE WAS RUNNING SUPER HIGH IN THE RIVER