Catherine Hill Bay
Got a last-minute call to play “Ride Leader” today—basically the biking equivalent of being asked to DJ a wedding with no playlist. I wasn’t exactly prepared, but hey, we’ve done this route before, and it’s pretty straightforward. Weather looked like it was auditioning for a rainstorm, but BOM promised, “Don’t worry, mate, you’ll be fine till tonight.” Sure, BOM. Sure. About 15 riders gathered at Berowra for the briefing. Three faces I didn’t recognize, but apparently Keith was the only newbie. Poor Keith—he didn’t know what he signed up for. We rolled out at 10 a.m. sharp, heading for morning tea at the Triangle. I set a decent pace—roads were quiet, just a few cars, trucks, and the occasional bike. Nothing dramatic happened en route, which is always a win in my book. Then… the rain decided to RSVP just as we hit the bottom of Bumble Hill Road. Time for Plan B: abort mission and head to the Pie for lunch. Cue the wet-weather fashion sho...