Cyclists with a Cause
Our family's summer holiday this year was to the mid-north coast of NSW to a little place named Boomerang Beach, about 20km south of Forster, the original home of the Australian Ironman triathlon for my triathlon friends. With quiet undulating and winding roads in the hinterland it's great cycling country, similar in many ways to the back roads of Lorne, in my home state of Victoria. The local popularity of cycling was evident to the large numbers out early on Sunday morning and the large number of bikes on the roofs of cars. Unfortunately with a fully loaded car and no roof racks I was not one of them. But just because I didn't have a bike, doesn't mean I don't have a cycling story to tell. Yesterday on my commute back to Melbourne ahead of the family to get back to work, I had time to kill in the town of Raymond Terrace, just north of Newcastle. The last thing you expect to see in the food court of the local shopping centre is a touring bike. In...