
Tropical, humid, sweltering. That’s how it’s been in Brisbane for the last little while. Some prefer more colloquial expressions like “hot as balls”. However you phrase it, the heart of summer is here. Somehow it doesn’t seem as much fun as I remember it growing up in these parts. Maybe because as age catches up with me, my ability to tolerate extremes diminishes or maybe it’s just because it’s actually getting hotter each year or maybe it’s both.
Still, I prefer that weather events don’t prevent me from riding where possible but I’ve had to make adaptations. For one, because I’m not really a morning person, I’ve been saving my rides for the end of the day, packing lights and riding into the evening. Also, I’m not racing so I don’t need to set records. Slow and steady is the way to go. Gravity provides thrills when the opportunity arises. And I ensure that the extra drink bottles get put to good use.
Mostly though, I’m thankful that the heat only provides me some minor discomfort when I’m riding my bike because things could sure be a lot worse. I can’t even imagine.













