Living the dream – west of the world
Totals: 140.1 km 532 m; dist: 79.7 km (Carol), Time: 4:06, Speed: 19.2 km/h, El:238 m
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Today was forecast 34oC so a 5am wakeup (6am departure). Assessing yesterday’s damage on a cool day, Mal opts for long sleeves but notices his 2nd pair of knicks are shorter than yesterdays.
We set out, observing that the military hides things underground out west:
Here’s one we prepared earlier (some Dugites prepared even earlier are at the end)
Staunching some blood (it’s considered bad cycling etiquette to allow blood to flow into your socks):
There is always something flowering:
Second breakfast at the Dome in Mandurah:
Beautiful day, Carol & Miranda BFF.
The peloton sets across the Mandurah channel:
Arrive Lake Clifton campground. Vinnie keeping track of the number of crashes by marking his arms. Hardcore tribal.
When he runs out of space he starts on the legs:
I don’t trust these things. I can feel them moving closer.
Yep, I’m with you, better go poke one:
That night at the pub (read this carefully Scott & James):
A rare shot of Jill on the pub verandah:
Tents at the caravan park, while falling asleep, I dreamt I heard a tin-whistle. (Jonathan!)
The Dugites: “Waiting” Countdown 1981
“In the past
Nothing would last
Didn’t seem to know how.
I was wrong
Everything’s OK now.
I was waiting just for you
(just for you)…”
What a great song! But I can’t resist putting up this extra one:
Actually Malcolm is eating up the miles, the only problem he has is in deciding which of his two tan-lines to work on.