Well the little girl really didn't get going too quickly this morning... (and didn't want to push her seeing her father was going to be taking her on this damn fool crusade). So we missed the 8am 50km ride start... in fact, we prob would've got there about 9:10.
Instead, we headed from home (inner West) and hooked up with the riders just near Newport Power Station. I was most impressed with how well the cargobike got along. When you have enough distance, you just keep jumping up a cog, and it'll really scarper.
Twas a bit chilly, and I packed many things for her, but not for me, so once I'd really chilled down (merino first layer under RMIT cycling jersey will only do so much) so I thought it best to get some warmth in the engine again.
Trip back was great. Although, I was glad when I crested the bridge
I felt a little guilty with how many riders I passed on the trip up the bridge. I lost count at 33. Of course, they were the 50km bunch... but it must've been so demoralizing.
Got heaps of favourable comments from the vols, and many a rider. And a few people fell in love with the girl. Chatting with your 5 min ride buddies, as you do, I was one of many fathers who have 'moved on' from 210km, to cycling with their offspring. he he