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 show—everyone suddenly looked like they were auditioning for a waterproof superhero movie.
Down the highway we went, through the rain, half of us peeling off at Somersby, then cruising the Old Pac to the Pie.
A few showers, nothing biblical.
Most of us made it to the Pie for the usual: coffee, pies, sausage rolls, and a good chinwag.
Not the longest ride ever, but a solid day out.
Rain tried to ruin the party, but honestly, it just made the pies taste better.
thanks all for your company today
Rob McKee

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