Wow. Quite an incredible day. Started off with a severe case of nervousness. Not wanting to leave Hobart. Wanting to leave. And so on. After talking to my sister and mom, I finally got all my stuff together, showered, and hit the road. Per usual, felt immediately calmer and content. Thoroughly enjoyed the downhill run into the center of town. But getting out of town – ICK! So much for my idea that there would be less traffic on Easter Sunday. I’d read rumors of the cycle way leading to stairs to get up onto the bridge leaving the city, so I stayed on the highway. Before I knew it, I was on the bridge, stuck cycling along next to all the cars even though a foot up to my left was a narrow walkway. Had several hairy highway crossings in order to stay on the A3 to Sorell. After 15k, it mellowed a bit, and at least I had a shoulder to ride on! I was singly loudly to myself, Tom Petty of course (how I’d never heard “Change of Heart” and “Yer So Bad” before I don’t know, but now I sing them all the time). Feeling great. And then, “toot toot toot!” Ron and Lola!! I waved, laughed, and sang even louder, zooming along at 30-35 k/hr thanks to a nice, mellow downhill. After the roundabout to the airport, there they were, pulled into a gravel parking area. I rolled in to Ron, with a massive grin on his face. “How’s my girl?” They each gave me a kiss on the cheek and Ron said, “C’mon – come inside and get your tea.” They fed me a cheese and tomato sandwich, and two chocolate biscuits. After chit-chatting for a while, it was time to get moving again. Ron stuck another biscuit in my hand and one in my mouth. I laughed and away I went. Funny how some peoples’ paths keep crossing.
South Hobart – Connellys Marsh
Total K’s: 52.94
Avg Spd: 19.3 k/hr
Max Spd: 53.3 k/hr
Hours on Bike: 2:44
KM Scary Hill Rating: 2/7
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