Riding into the mud

Went up to Melbourne yesterday, and tried to melt the plastic ...

Managed to get a new little utility knife, made by Kamati;

Decided on a little Knog microlight for the rear;

Invested in a suitable Crumpler bag, the Seedybar (described as "Holds 2x A4/legal size folders in style with plenty of pocket space to store accessories, tools, food and daily essentials", the image shows a 6 pack of VB shoved into the bag), over the Yee-Ross, for even though the latter had a dedicted laptop pocket and was smaller, realised that did not leave much space for anything else, such as the daily necessities! As a bonus, the girls there also gave me some nice Crumpler stickers (one of which is now on Ristretto), instructions for usage, and a box of micro matches;

Rediscovered the Hard Techno 7 cds in JB, turns out the the cds with mixes on them are pretty pumping, but the others are just tracks, as if you are to do your own mixes? Most amusing was that it turns out to be a French Techno label;

Had coffee at Pellegrini's of course, but managed to pretty much not have anything to eat up in Melbourne apart from a vegetable pancake thing; and

Whilst at the Drug display, which was pretty much exactly the same as the one had seen in Sydney all those years ago, at the Museum, found some little gelati spoons for Bub. Whilst there also grabbed the final year design students booklet/cd, as it was a really intriguing little display ...

Also managed to get some footage on the vidcam of adventures, so I had better learn how to edit and produce ...

Came home, grabbed a bottle of cheap Deakin Estate shiraz, and cooked up a kangaroo + mushroom stew, but rest of bottle not really both drinking afterwards ...

Today was day to drag out of bed on GTC 'medium' ride run by Simon, meandered out to Moriac (included the hill run down past Deakin Uni, where I managed to get myself all splashed with mud flicked up from the road, which led to much amusement when the others saw me when we stopped at Moriac), headed towards Torquay along Hendy Main, helped Herbert repair a blowout, refreshments at Panache cafe, and then home along Horseshoe chatting with Simon.

All up about 75km, but no real hurry, so started at about 9, got home around 2, via a stop at F&V shop for bread where a rather buxom kiwi babe said that I was cute, to which I could only reply that it took years of training, as I was rather flummoxed by such things ... chance would be a fine thing. Or at least seizing it, anyway ...