Fog everywhere! David waited in the cold at Rippleside Park. Then Helen arrived. “I was thinking of going to Drysdale,” suggested David. John M. spun in on the trusty mountain bike – perfect for the wet weather.
The road to Drysdale was wet – with lots of puddles in the bike lane, especially in East Geelong. Visability was less than 200 metres and the mercury was slinking sullenly in the well of the thermometer; it was under 10 celcius!
Coffee at Cafe Zoo was most welcome. Barry, who we hadn’t seen for months on the road was there in civvies with a friend. His cycling these days is racing with the Vets.
Just out of Drysdale on the return, there was a glimmer of blue sky. The fog lifted as we came to Leopold (on the sealed section of the BRT). By the Geelong Waterfront, it was sunny and the mercury had finally stirred into double figures.
Three happy cyclists! Three filthy bikes!