I’ve being walking down to The Georges River lately for exercise, and there’s a nice looking bike/walk path where I sit down to rest. So I decided to head down there on my bike and check it out.

My first ride in years, my tyres are flat, bike computer battery is flat, half a bottle full of water left in the cage. After doing a bit of maintenance, including swapping out the one metal water bottle cage for a matched pair of plastic cages with aluminium bottles, I set off.

As I ride, I’m repeating in my head “remember my feet are clicked in” “remember my feet are clicked in”. It’s not uncommon when you’re not used to riding with clipless pedals to fall over when you stop. embarrassing. I didn’t fall over, this time.

I got to the bike path and turned left, it winds along the river, in between trees, and stops 50 metres ahead. OK, looks like left isn’t the right direction. I turn around, head back to where I started and continue on. It ends 20 metres down the track. Not exactly a long bike path.

Since this is the first ride in ages, and I’m not trying to break any long distance records, I decide to head home. In the end, it was the perfect length ride. I’m puffed, coughing a little, and walking up my stairs is a real trial, my quads are dead.

Aside from the general want to get back into fitness, this inspired me to get back on the bike. Cycling The Americas

Now I’m back on the bike, I need to fit it out Geek My Ride, style, with Linux and GPS.