The Week That Was, Le Tours, Jells to Frankston followed by Bayswater to Diamond Creek

Tuesday 29 June and Thursday 1 July

With Le Tour de France consuming a high proportion of our  Rebel Cyclists' sleeping hours, a marathon or two, drawing inspiration from Le Tour, appeared on Le Blog.  On Tuesday morning, seven Horsemen (or Horse-people) of the Apocalypse, or maybe it was eight, rose to the Occasion with vigour and speed. With excitement escalating, four rose to an unexpected and immediate change in orientation, produced by, she who remains nameless, resulting in a unique reenactment of the infamous Guernica. The result, Werner suspended from toe clips, head millimetres from the pavement following Helen's drop-bar impalement into Werner's spoke-set, a feat of, "balletic grace", to quote a creditable source. Following an untangling of the mess a great day (86 kms)was had by all, with much highly exaggerated hand signalling to over-compensate our earlier misadventure. 

Now came Thursday, of the afore mentioned Le Tour week, and six of the same horse-person pack, sped out along the aptly named, Mullum Mullum trail, in pursuit of Diamond Creek. Following a particularly long rise up and onto a bridge one of the members fell away in exhaustion, resultant from earlier week activity. On sped the remaining five, along the spectacular Gorge and winter forest land, a perfect day. The Aquaduct trail beckoned and we responded, despite Werner's "hurry-on" from a disgruntled driver, who chose not to run his (Werner's) traffic infringement down. A long lunch and back we sped. The day perfect and the trail languorous, when suddenly and innocently,  Helen fell to the impudence of a raised piece of pavement, result a bloody outcome, and a ruined set of Skins.  Miraculously, Werner failed to run her down. The little party, limped back to Bayswater 74kms later. A great day was had by all.

Helen