A 4am start is not ideal for a Sunday morning by anyone's standards – least of all mine. I knew that I couldn’t start the day without breakfast, a coffee and a shower so up I got in the dark. It was surprisingly warm and this bode for a good start to the day. I picked Tor up at 5.15AM but made her cut her finger open whilst she rummaged for her phone in her bag – twas only me texting her that I was outside – poor poppett. All smiles she came out in her bunny attire and we set off on our smiley way – tired but excited at what lay ahead. MMMMMMmmmm as I write that I realise how mad it sounds at 5.20am but hey gotta get your kicks from somewhere.
The drive to Wahroonga was quick and easy as was the train ride to North Sydney (even though two silly bunnies managed to get lost on a bridge – and the station was literally two minutes away from the car park – I blame it on lack of sleep rather than sheer stupidity – ha ha :)).
We got to the starting line and literally we were off – cameras flashing as we zoomed by with our ears flowing in the wind. Careering down through North Sydney is always exuberating as you pick up speed before getting onto the Harbour Bridge which never ceases to excite me. The sheer thrill of cycling over the bridge into an empty CBD is hard to beat (now you know I am lying!).
Black Beauty loves cruising and she is damned good at it but on the downhill run she leaves everyone behind so I reined her in in the Botanical gardens only to be told by a serious cyclist that I had chosen an inappropriate place to stop – not my fault he doesn’t look up when he is cycling and he hunts in a pack like a wolf (and he is hungry like the wolf). This unnerved me and I nearly stacked it getting back on the track with the other bunnies – that would have been rather embarrassing.
It is amazing what a pair of bunny ears can do – people either love it and smile and comment or they look at you like you are some kind of twat that has just crawled out of a dark hole in the earth – most people commented as Netty as told you and one told me that I was too beautiful – blushing I said now don’t be silly – surely you are not talking about me? And he wasn’t because he actually said that I was the ODD one out – imagine that ME? Why because I had matching socks – that should mean that I am NOT the odd one. Obviously the other bunnies had brainwashed him along the way to lose sight of what was normal in this world.
A few near misses, caused mainly by children and older men saw us all reaching the last 10 kms going – are we nearly there yet? Feet numb from the cleats Netty and I stopped to take our shoes off and a delicious young policeman stopped to check we were ok and even asked Netty is she wanted a foot massage which she declined (whilst Lou stood there looking beautiful and trying to muster in on massage offer :).
The drive to Wahroonga was quick and easy as was the train ride to North Sydney (even though two silly bunnies managed to get lost on a bridge – and the station was literally two minutes away from the car park – I blame it on lack of sleep rather than sheer stupidity – ha ha :)).
We got to the starting line and literally we were off – cameras flashing as we zoomed by with our ears flowing in the wind. Careering down through North Sydney is always exuberating as you pick up speed before getting onto the Harbour Bridge which never ceases to excite me. The sheer thrill of cycling over the bridge into an empty CBD is hard to beat (now you know I am lying!).
Black Beauty loves cruising and she is damned good at it but on the downhill run she leaves everyone behind so I reined her in in the Botanical gardens only to be told by a serious cyclist that I had chosen an inappropriate place to stop – not my fault he doesn’t look up when he is cycling and he hunts in a pack like a wolf (and he is hungry like the wolf). This unnerved me and I nearly stacked it getting back on the track with the other bunnies – that would have been rather embarrassing.
It is amazing what a pair of bunny ears can do – people either love it and smile and comment or they look at you like you are some kind of twat that has just crawled out of a dark hole in the earth – most people commented as Netty as told you and one told me that I was too beautiful – blushing I said now don’t be silly – surely you are not talking about me? And he wasn’t because he actually said that I was the ODD one out – imagine that ME? Why because I had matching socks – that should mean that I am NOT the odd one. Obviously the other bunnies had brainwashed him along the way to lose sight of what was normal in this world.
A few near misses, caused mainly by children and older men saw us all reaching the last 10 kms going – are we nearly there yet? Feet numb from the cleats Netty and I stopped to take our shoes off and a delicious young policeman stopped to check we were ok and even asked Netty is she wanted a foot massage which she declined (whilst Lou stood there looking beautiful and trying to muster in on massage offer :).
A very slow and painful last 10kms (because we actually thought the last 10 kms started at the 30km mark) saw us all cycle in happy and tired ready for the train trip and a beckoning lunch at Wahroonga. What a great way to finish an almost awesome day (it would have been better if Lou had packed a picnic and a sauv blanc). Thank you bunnies for the fun and laughter had on the way especially Lou and her shadow Mr Clawhead!
Amanda :)
