Each year in the waters of Port Phillip Bay, Victoria, the march of the spider crabs takes place during April-June. For years I’ve been eager to see this phenomenon as it plays out under the cover of the bay. Each year I’m stumped by schedule clashes or near misses.
A little while back my friend JC was on the verge of returning home to Adelaide for Xmas from Melbourne.
A keen cyclist, keener on going up rather than anything else and in the shortest and steepest fashion possible, especially off-road, he has a certain knack for the pedals.
Back in the Day
Over the course of months riding together the mountain bike rides extended from 3 to 4 to 5, even 6 hours duration covering all the landscapes around Kinglake, the Dandenongs and further afield.
The dial really got turned up when JC began to ride to the start of the rides. A 2-hour commute to the beginning of a 5-hour ride became normal. The same ride home just a warm-down.Continue reading “What it takes”
Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and by chance we meandered through the conversation to discover we’d narrowly missed paths 7 months earlier in the little publicised French seaside town of Collioure.
He’d cycled about 1000kms and gained 23,000 metres in altitude with a bunch of friends riding over the Pyrenees from Biarritz in the West. As they hooted down the last of the mountainous terrain they welcomed the site of the Mediterranean at the claws of the Pyrenees, at Collioure.Continue reading “Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape”