Scribe's rap-up of Tour de Windsor, with Wilberforce, Ebenezer, Sackville loop - 112km - 14

Apologies for missing Jean aka ChiliDog and KayakMan in the below snaps.  But they were off sussing out another cafe across the street owned another Mauritian.

If ya want to know how cold it was in the depths of Browns Water Hole yesterday morn' at 8:25am, ask Trev who "bravely" was resplendent in only a single layer plus arm warmers, yet survived the experience, notwithstanding much winging 'n whining after he re-surfaced from the tunnel at the top of Vimiera Rd.  No one had a paint scrapper to get the coating of ice off Tornado, so a few of us grabbed him by the legs, swung him around, up and down, and then whacked him into the road surface to give him the "kiss of life".  Voila!!! blood immediately rushed to his extremities and he could hold the handle bar once again, not holding us up.  His long finger gloves had warn thru at the finger tips.  Trev should follow CampyAfficinado's lead and buy a pair of fully-imported tradesman's gloves at Bunnings for twenty bucks which look surprisingly like the ones for double the price in bike shops.

Bazza aka Canada and Bill aka Glasgow in deep cogitation.  Gees don't they look as though they are pondering the major problems besetting the 21st century.  Or perhaps Bazza was high on Prozac, having just returned from scaling Alpe d' Huez and Mont Ventoux with AnotherBeanCounter, and Bill was concerned over his overtly patriarchal demeanor.  These two could easily be Obama and Gordon Brown on their day off at Camp David.  Hang on, don't know if Obama is a cyclist.  Heaven forbid, Bazza might be Obama's predecessor.

Justine aka Trumpeter, Tornado and PrincessCaroline were agog.  A petite 4 year old named Lucy and her young puppy were holding court because mum reported that their puppy is a caffeine addict.  Mum asked if we would mind the little critter whilst she went in to buy herself a Cappuccino.  A few mins later Scribe inadvertently put his empty cup of coffee on the table next to the puppy who, upon smelling the coffee beans, went 'Hyper'.

Publican, Scribe, Caroline and Whippet at Windsor.  Seagull again scored good-pickings at The Bridge Cafe which continues to serve monster Full English Breakfasts that fortuitously some patrons struggle to finish.  For every dark cloud for some, there is a silver lining for others.

Jane aka Neo-Luddite, Pete aka CampyAficionado and PacificPete on quaint Clarendon station awaiting a train to Seven Hills for the final 23km final leg along the M2 and up the dreaded Kissing Point Rd, with 70m at >16^o back to Rohini Street carpark.  Don't know what drugs PacificPete was on, but he sure gated the rest of the field over the latter few clicks to the M2 egress at the light-tower to Browns Water Hole and Vimiera Rd.

Bank Teller    9 Aug '09