- We passed several dead wombats and a dead Koala – I didn’t notice but the boys reckoned they could smell them a mile off. My nose was so blocked up from the cold air I don’t reckon I’d have noticed if I rode through a pile of Roo Poo!
- I was right in the middle of telling Ian that I’d suffered the first fall of the trip when down he went while trying to descend a -7% hill on dirt road.
- My fall came from trying to hold a conversation with Get Smart Securites (I wish they would) about the Church alarm not working, ascending a steep hill and having my chain come off all at once.
- Ian’s came because I was distracting him from concentrating on his descent with my personal tale of woe. He’s far too much of an English gentlemen to acknowledge it but I’m sure it’s the case. Actually he reminds me of that Pommy guy that Clark Griswald keeps running into in European Vacation. I think we could run him over with the M3 team bus and he’d still get up and offer to give us his bent front wheel as a souvenir. Full credit to the man though. Despite the recurrence of a knee injury from months ago he got back on his bike, determined not to let it beat him. Think I'll rename him Ian "Bear Grylls" Henderson.