Riders: Celia, Jacque Boon, Bronwyn, Emma, Cara, Ruth
I would describe the morning as leisurely. We took it at a nice steady pace with the usual chit-chat along the way. It felt like we reached Shaw Park without a huge amount of effort... and then from there it was easy street all the way to Nudgee.
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| That is Celia on the right. |
Once we arrived at the cafe, it took quite a while for the order to arrive. We took our food and drinks across the road so we could sit by the water. Celia had quite a dodgy coffee. Emma had raisin toast and a v. dodgy coffee.
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| A bit hungover. Not much sleep. Emotional Bron-leaving feeling. Bad Coffee. |
On the way home, we hit a couple of showery gusts along the river in Teneriffe. That was pretty hard going. Considering the hangovers and for most the lack of sleep, this was a monumental effort. As we neared home, we started to keep an eye on our mileage/kilometerage. It was only 68.5 when we rolled into Orleigh St. so we did a lap of honour down Ryan Street and back, then across into Cordeaux and Montague taking us across the line to the magic 70. I was so excited that I coasted down Orleigh Street, sitting straight up, riding one-handed ready to give the victory sign to anyone I knew walking in the park (nobody). I kept looking back waiting for my team-mates to round the corner and join me in triumph.... looking back.... looking back.... where were they? I started to get worried so I called Bron. It turns out they'd stopped for coffee (proper coffee) at Alberto's! AND had the victory bloody hug without me!! Heartless wenches. That'll serve me right for celebrating prematurely by myself.
It turned out Bron wasn't stopping for coffee but had stopped for a tearful goodbye with Jacque. She caught up in the end and we rode the final bit together.
Duration: 5 hours 26 mins! (That Nudgee Beach coffee really did take a long time to make)
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