I haven't posted for a while, so i thought I'd bette give it another go....

I dunno what possessed me to even contemplate starting a ride under the midday sun. It was hot enough to abandon all plans of participating in, watching, or even thinking about cycling. But i'd missed my race this morning due to trainee commissaire duties so I needed some solid bike time.

Anyway, I jumped on the gitane and headed from Maitland down towards Newcastle (sorry Kotter, not enuf time to arrange a ride, next time). Norwester failed me at Beresfield, about 10km into the 35km journey, so plugged away into the seabreeze which got stronger the closer I got to the coast. When I reached the foreshore my speed dropped below 30 and stayed that way until I got past Nobbys.

With warm gogo juice and water there was only one thing to do... top up with cold water at Newey Beach, home of Expat's infamous Vodafone Beach Volleyball Pervchicks. They weren't on display today, but there was plenty of other eye candy on display due to the heat.

There was so much to take in, what could one do? So I stayed a while and checked out the scenery. It was like a voyage of discover, with scantily clad young women running this way and that with superb tans and heaving chests. There were other young ladies peeling their outer garb in the most seductive manner, the head down-arse up arrangement with knees together so as to effect a disturbingly erotic removal of pants/skirts. It was a sea of hornbags all doing their thing for humanity...

And then it dawned on me that I'd best head back to Maitland. The seabreeze carried me pleasantly back to Beresfield, whereupon I was ceremoniously dumped into a stinking hot norwester for the final 10kms. And not a beachbabe in sight...