A Cyclone Starts with a Breeze
Riding to work early last week I was excited to see a bunch of cyclists whizzing past down a main road. Lights ablaze, plenty of colour and a variety of steeds, road bikes, mountain bikes, cyclocross and hybrids. Always great to see a group ride happening at anytime, the whir of the gears and the buzz of the conversation, but it was 6:40am on a Thursday morning in Box Hill, hardly a cycling mecca. Perhaps a group heading for the Dandenongs, who knows. I caught them up flying down the hill heading into Box Hill from the city and they caught me at the lights. The lead rider pulled up beside me and we swapped the usual cyclist's small talk about the conditions and our destinations. Are you a club, I inquired. Turns out this was no ordinary group of riders, it was a group of 12 to 15 women out on a Breeze Ride and about to wrap up their 30km morning spin with a coffee at the Red Cup Cafe . The most expensive coffee around I'm...