BurbleChaz

Apparently, the the whole Southern Hemisphere leapt 15 degrees towards the Sun, while the Northern Hemisphere did the opposite. The time difference to the UK is now 11 hours. We slept through the whole trauma.

After the exertions of yesterday, we had no plans at all. Somheow, we ended up at Chadstone Mall. I was good. I Made Constructive Comments. I Held The Handbag. When not needed, I faded into the background. Then, most importantly, I bought the ice-creams.

Because I'd been so good, I was allowed out to play with my new toy. There was a vicious headwind as I pootled down past the docks to Westgate at ludicrous velocities. I was going so fast that the red lights were green and the green ones looked blue. My computer disagreed. Still, 15mph is nearly lightspeed. Almost.

I paused to watch a tug steam up the river. My desire to stop and haul metric tons of oxygen into my lungs had nothing to do with it.

Once I'd recovered, I had a bit of a rootle. When we were out the other day, we saw some people goofing around some trails before their race started. Today, I followed their tyre tracks to find the trails.

Once I'd found it the trail (singular) caused my facial expression to go from 'pleased' through 'grinning' to 'requires plastic surgery'. It's a single loop about 3000 metres long. It's got fast traverses, tight, twisty stuff, dips and jumps, varied scenery and Drop Bears. Well, something clobbered my helmet, and I was riding too well to have hit a tree. Drop Bears for certain.

On the way back, I took a couple of pictures. Firstly, a Gondola:

Gondola on the Yarra.

We can tell what the windspeed is by looking at this sculpture. It's calibrated from 'Gale', through 'Violent Storm' to 'Call Your Insurer', which covers all of Melbourne's weather.

Blowhole Sculpture