Self Righteous Cyclist

It’s time to turn my attention to pike paths.  After recently moving house only about 1.5km east of our old home, I was suddenly faced with a decision to continue riding the same way to work sticking to the roads or take an alternate route on the  Main Yarra Trail  and  Koonung Trail  which runs alongside the Eastern Freeway from the Chandler Hwy in Kew all the way through to Blackburn Rd.  I'd ridden and run this trail intermittently in the past.  After the first time riding with a mate one Sunday morning I loathed it.  With high pressure tyres and lines in the concrete every 5-6 metres along the river flats providing an endless bump, bump bump, I found the "road shock" through the body was too much to bear. My neck and shoulder muscles ached from the experience and that was enough to put me off entirely.  Admittedly I was just getting back into riding and my body had not adjusted.  I'd been back a few more times leading the way for a work colleague having a go at

This week I'm as mad as hell.  I rode my mountain bike down to the local football ground to meet up with a few other coaches to sort through our gear for the coming season.  I locked my bike up to a secure post in a well lit place about 10 metres away from the building where we   were working, thinking it would be fine.  I walked out an hour later to retire to a local establishment only to discover my bike had been relieved of its lights.These were no ordinary lights, they were  Knog Frog Strobe  lights.  They are great little lights not much bigger than my thumbnail, visible from up to 600 metres away, waterproof and so easy to put on and take off in a couple of seconds, which makes me wonder why I didn't. It goes to show that sometimes I trust people to much to do the right thing.  What I've learnt from this experience  is to make sure my equipment is adequately secured and if it can't be, then remove it from the temptation of others.  If you've got a d