BurbleChaz

I would like the record to show that I have (finally) settled up with the Wealthy Partner, and can actually claim ownership of my bike.

The local bike shop loves us. We went there to pick up a new tail light, since I lost mine yesterday. I mentioned that I might also be in the market for a new magnet for my bike computer. They were only too happy to provide on for $10. It's still a lot cheaper than a whole new system, so I forked over yet more folding stuff.

I salvaged the transducer and head mount from the remains of my old bike, and fitted them to the new toy. When I say 'I', what I actually mean is that I fussed around ineffectually while my Talented Partner actually did the practical bits, like re-engineering some cable ties. My contribution was to fix them to the bike the wrong way round. Hey, ho.

After we'd got it all working, The Occasional Cyclist was persuaded to come out for a tootle round the local vicinity. We pottered down the river through the docks to Port Melbourne. Some sort of endurance cycling event was setting up in Westgate Park. Lots of keen-looking people with lycra and helmet-mounted lights were strutting about trying to intimidate each other. It looked quite fun, but we didn't stop. There was a risk I might have joined in.

We rode on along the sea front, then back along to the tram track. The Other Rider claims not to understand my competitive behaviour. She doesn't worry at all as faster riders breeze past. On one memorable occasion, she was overtaken by a runner. No embarrassment at all. Show her a tram, however, and the red mist descends. Off she goes, head, down, legs pumping, she will get to the next stop first. Two trams were left reeling in here wake tonight. I'm wondering whether we have the makings of a new spectator sport.