Old Blokes having Fun

It's been a very busy and very self indulgent weekend with a whole lot of OLD FARTS racing bikes in Lycra, not a pretty sight in some cases. What was a highlight though, was catching up with old friends and making new ones.

Old friends - I caught up with an old mate who decided to sell up in the suburbs of Melbourne and decentralize in rural Victoria, a thought that has crossed my mind occasionally. Seeing fellow bloggers who've done just that to us seems incredibly brave. Anyway this friend of mine now lives in Ballarat, a city with a rich history, the place of the Eureka Stockade - do a google, it was a very important part of our state's history.

New friends - Today I met a man and his wife from our political capital, the Australian Capital Territory of Australia, the ACT. He told me of his father coming to Australia from Bavaria in 1951 to create a new life for his family here. His father initially came on his own and when he established himself, he sent for his wife who came a year later. It was fascinating to hear his story but that's how things were done then for our new Australians.
He said his father read that there were jobs to be had and that they would be accommodated in hotels, in actual fact he misread it. It was Hostels...
His son whom I raced against today (he won by the way and I might not forgive him for this) has a life in Canberra and loves bike racing. Before he came into this sport, he race motor cycles. From leather to Lycra...what can I say, but his wife says he looks more attractive in leather.

This is what I love about my sport, at my age, we love the challenge, but we also encompass the friendships that come from it.

OK. next post we should talk more food, wine, history - I promise.

Well, maybe....