A few months ago, Jason wondered about the possibility of riding our bikes to Rainbow Beach via off-road tracks. After a few exploratory adventures before the big day, we finally worked out a route…
Darb is moving permanently to Tasmania. Today was our last chance to ride with him before the move. He suggested we ride some local trails, because that’s “where it all began” for many of us.
Over seven hundred kilometres west of Brisbane, Charleville is home to more than 3,000 people and a thriving pastoral industry.
My friend Simon caught the train there recently, and rode his bike back to Brisbane.
This is his story.
Most times it’s not about the destination.
Sometimes it’s not even about the journey – it’s about the people you share it with.
Each time I visit Straddie I think to myself “Why have I waited so long to come back to this amazing place?”
After visiting for a quick overnighter last weekend, I indulgently decided go back a couple of days later. Two ferry trips to North Stradbroke Island in less than a week is a new record for me.
“Everesting” is the act of riding your bike up and down the same hill many times until the cumulative elevation gain reaches 8,848 metres – the height of Mount Everest.
Rebecca attempted this challenging feat by riding up and down Centre Road, in D’Aguilar National Park, fifty-seven times in less than twenty-four hours.
Today’s ride was one of the most challenging and rewarding rides I’ve ever done. I will never do this ride again. Neither should you. Here’s why.
After five days of riding through the bush we had reached the coast. It was time fo us to ride south along the sand for a few hundred kilometres.