A successful week but mainly retracing wheel ruts often discussed in these pages. The main thing is I am happy to have had another good week distance-wise and am closing in on my 2018 challenge to self of cycling 5,200 kilometers in the year.
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Week #41 2018. I am not a mechanic, or am I?
When things bicycle go well, I can cope. When things aren’t quite right, I mostly struggle and scour YouTube for advice. I am not a natural mechanic.
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Week #37 2018 – Gear problems
The picture is of (right to left) Ken, Diane, Sue and myself before the start of the Tweed Ride last Sunday. Now, on to this week.
Week #36 2018 – Quite a good week
Quite a good cycling week. The end result is the kilometre count is back over 100k, the brakes on the trike are fixed and the cucumber sandwiches and G & T’s were enjoyed in the sun after the Tweed Ride.
The Last Leg of The Tour
Sue is still feeling the effects of vertigo and the exercises are not “fixing” it, so it will be good to get home.
The drive down from Temora to Wangaratta started on the Goldfields Way which became the Olympic Highway and then on the Hume Highway. The Olympic Highway is so named because back in 1963 part of the route was used to carry the Olympic flame down to Melbourne for the Olympic Games. The Goldfields Way led to Wagga Wagga and was quite busy with people heading into Wagga for Saturday chores, all wanting to overtake this pesky caravan. After Wagga things settled down and I was able to watch them rushing along towards Wagga on the other side of the road.
Gunnedah on the Liverpool Plains
The “Visit Gunnedah” website promised cycle routes around the town and out to two hills for views over the same. I am pleased to report that all expectations were met.
Armidale – still up on the Tablelands
The drive to Armidale was made more interesting by a side trip to Captain Thunderbolt’s Cave. Little did I know when I pulled off the highway that the way to the cave was by an ever narrowing and ever rougher dirt road. Mrs GPS reckoned the track would eventually rejoin the New England Highway but at times that looked like wishful thinking!
