Today's ride was a repeat of the 1st ride I did, up to Carlsruhe and back.
There is a 21mph Killer wind with gusts of 30mph! Mind you the ride out to Carlsruhe was amazing. The temperature had dropped from 35 and 29C on the last 2 days, to only 16C today. So it won't be such a sizzling Australian Christmas dinner as Clive James described:
It was the usual Australian Christmas dinner, taking place in the middle of the day. Despite the temperature being 100ºF. in the shade, there had been the full panoply of ragingly hot food, topped off with a volcanic plum pudding smothered in scalding custard. My mother had naturally spiced the pudding with sixpences and threepenny bits, called zacs and trays respectively. Grandpa had collected one of these in the esophagus. He gave a protracted, strangled gurgle which for a long time we all took to be the beginning of some anecdote. Then Aunt Dot bounded out of her chair and hit him in the back. By some miracle she did not snap his calcified spine. Coated with black crumbs and custard, the zac streaked out of his mouth like a dum-dum and ricocheted off the casserole.
From "Unreliable Memoirs" by Clive James.
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