Spirits were high, legs were fresh and everyone was convinced they looked like a co ordinated cycling squad rather than five people who had grabbed whatever activewear was clean.
It was downhill and dry all the way to Boolarra. Perfectly brilliant.
On the way back the sky decided to join the ride. The first raindrop hit like a warning shot. Within minutes we were pedaling through what felt like a car wash set to “aggressive rinse”. Then came the thunder, no Cheryl it’s not a truck! The lightning cracked and we got very wet.
By the time we got back to Boolarra we were soaked, muddy and looked like five drowned rats on wheels. Nothing bonds a group like the knowledge that everyone looks ridiculous. We peeled off our wet layers, wrung out our socks and agreed it was a great ride.
Participants: Helen W, Mary Anne T, Cheryl V, Jenny G, Val M