352/365

Spending a very pleasant day cycling with a friend, coming across the Winter Solstice festival at Fed Square on the way back.

347/365

Watching my mum wobble away on my bike, my Dad and I yelling instructions after her (she hasn't ridden for many years).

334/365

I have the best commute ever: 15 blissful minutes on a cycle track by the river, no traffic, no lights. I never want to leave Richmond.

281/365

Cycling along the Yarra Path from the city to home, the river high, silent and dark beside me.

277/365

The workman who put down his blower and said "Now THAT'S the way to get to work" when I cycled in on the Princess.

235/365

Arranging a last minute cycle meet next weekend for my b'day.

54/365

Pashley, I hereby dub thee Princess Persephone, purveyor of pedal-powered pleasure!

51/365

Realising that the Pashley is a much easier ride than my old banger. The momentum on that baby! It practically rides itself.

46/365

Cycling to Battersea Park with my friend and previous flatmate Gem on her Birthday Eve.

I wish she would move to Melbourne and live next door to me. How about it, Gem? I'll make you pancakes every weekend!

40/365

Riding my second-hand-but-new-to-me Pashley to work. It is everything I dreamed it would be: stately, graceful, comfortable, and surprisingly speedy. Not so great on the uphills, but oof! It gains some serious momentum and once it gets going, you can sail along for ages! Love love love it.

35/365

I have a new bike! A second hand Pashley princess. And oh, she's such a joy.

26/365

Riding to work this morning, the sky heavy with dark clouds, chanting "don't-rain-don't-rain-don't-rain" in my head with every pedal. And it didn't.

I am magic!

22/365

Well if it isn't my old foe, Gusting Headwinds! We meet again. How fitting that you should choose Waterloo Bridge to make your attack. Well Gusting, you haven't defeated me yet and tonight is going to be no exception! For I shall never surrender to your icy cold fingers, NEVER! I shall struggle on gallantly, inch by inch, until victory and half a tub of ice-cream are once again within my triumphant grasp.

20/365

Letting out an involuntary old man groan as I straddled my bike this morning, after too much dancing to Vampire Weekend on Sunday night.

8/365

Got two wolf-whistles on the way to work this morning. Although, they might not have been for me. Oh well, I'm taking 'em.

7/365

Playing leapfrog with the 59 bus most of the way to work. He would stop at the bus stop, I would overtake him, he would overtake me again, repeat until we parted ways. My favourite part is the same dumb faces staring out at me on each overtaking cycle.

1/365

The way my full skirt swirls around my knees as I pedal, occassionally exposing my brown knees.