I'm not sure what it is about middle-aged men and bicycles, but there seems to be a lot of us around. I'm the first to admit, people my age shouldn't really be seen in public dressed in lycra, but it's kind of necessary when riding any distance to avoid... ahem... chafing. So, I apologise about the photo.
I've had a Trek mountain bike for ages which I'd occasionally take along the trails near my house in the Blue Mountains, dodging potholes, branches and copperhead snakes. But after riding around Piedmont earlier this year and being utterly amazed at the number of Italian men taking to the hills on expensive sleek road bikes, I decided to take the plunge and buy a hybrid/road bike. It's only an entry-level Specialized, but already I've done 1,700 kilometres and it's certainly easier riding than the Trek.
This week I spent two days riding the Central West Slopes with the highlights being a delicious lunch at Taste in Canowindra; a $30 (!!) hotel room in Eugowra, and sharing brekkie at the same hotel in the morning with a rather wobbly mouse - like me, he'd probably eaten too much chicken schnitzel the night before.