I nearly went 'stir crazy' this week, as I was housebound due to the weather. SO I had been 'hanging out' for a ride and today was it.What a magnificent day for a ride especially after last week's weather.
I left home about 7:30am and down Balcombe Rd to the Black Rock Clocktower, as it was Saturday morning, I rode along Beach Rd to the St Kilda marina with no hassles from cars or peletons passing me. Everyone behaved themselves.
I was SHOCKED
as I past the marina, as the Stoke House was still smouldering with 3 fire trucks pouring water onto it. What a shame.
I continued onto Spuntino just taking in the beautiful pleasant cool breeze and sights. At Spuntino I ordered their world famous E&B sanga and coffee and the girls behind the counter missed me last week, they also said that business was a bit slower last week, I wonder why.
After Spuntino I headed into SouthBank's Rive Gauche cafe for another coffee and watched the world go by, hoping to see a tennis player, but didn't. Then again, if anyone apart Roger walked past me, I wouldn't recognise them. There were a number of Aussie Open spectators walking past with their Aussie Open hats on.
As I rode homeward along the shared path just before Polly Wooodside, I noticed a roadie fell off his bike as a 'large' gentleman walking his large white Samoyed, had walk into the path of the roadie, and down he went. The roadie guy was Ok and got up, I mentioned to the Samoyed owner and wife that they were on the Bike section and that their section was on the left. She quickly retorted with "I was on the pedestrian side". That was true, as the 'large' gentleman and his large dog were still walking down the bike section. You can't win.
Just before that, as I was riding past the Casino, I was following another cyclist who was slowly following a jogger (wired for sound), the cyclist rang his bell, with no reaction from the jogger, so he attempted to pass her, just as he was about to pass her, she veered across to the right and deposited a bit of rubbish in the bin. Good to see that she wasn't a litterbug. The cyclist braked and missed her. Needless to say, the jogger was completely oblivious to all the action behind her.
I continued on my way home again stopping at the Stoke House on the beach side shared path, naturally, there were heaps of rubber necks, including me.Got home after having my cycling fix and feeling great.Boy, I do love my cycling.