I often harp on about how good the roads and destinations are around these parts.
History, people and the surrounding scenery come together to make most places special in their own way.
I’ve come good on a threat I made about three weeks ago.
I don’t normally make threats, but on this occasion I saw no other way to deal with the problem. A tune-up was required.
You might have gleaned from my posts that I don’t give too much away about myself. Strewth*, it took me 2-1/2 years after starting this blog to fess up to my name!
In last weeks post, Take The Long Way Home, I mentioned arguing with myself about why I don’t ride the scenic route home from work more often:
The days were too short during winter for this route (but there is a slightly shorter alternative I retorted, you’d be home before dark. Easy)
When I worked on the Gold Coast I was lucky enough to have an early knock off on a Friday, usually around 14:30.
This allowed me to take any one of a number of routes home through the Hinterland.
I wish you blue skies and sunshine, a smooth winding road.
I wish angels to watch over you, where ever you go.
I wish you much love and laughter, with those you hold dear.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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Its been years since I’ve been out to Lake Wivenhoe for anything recreational.
Years ago, when we lived in Browns Plains on the southern outskirts of Brisbane, we spend quite a bit of time out there just running amok with the kids during the school holidays.
Last Sunday The Pillion and I took off down to Northern NSW yet again. I’m not sure what draws us to this part of the world, the roads, the scenery or something else.
It doesn’t matter though, because every-time we head down that way we find something new to enjoy.
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