Pokolbin Ride 27th Aug 2026
When I left home, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the kookaburras were laughing. I soon realised why they were laughing. By the time i reached Berowra, the sky was looking rather ominous — the sort of clouds that suggest someone upstairs had just filled a bucket and was deciding where to tip it. Thankfully, the rain held off. We had about 17 riders turn up, which was a bloody good effort considering the weather forecast. Clearly, none of us had anything better to do. We headed off towards Jerry's for morning tea, where I decided to set a nice, firm pace. At least, I thought it was a nice, firm pace. All I could see behind me were headlights. "I'm obviously going too slow," I thought. Either that, or everyone had decided to keep an eye on the old bloke in front in case he got lost. A few riders departed us at Jerry's, and the rest of us continued on towards Pokolbin Park via Broke. No cops. No incidents. No arrests. A very disappointing day for the...