Spent the day visiting my newest nieces. Too lazy to take a photo of them, appologies to anyone who wanted one. Casey has a curl, Zoe doesn’t — other than that, I can neither tell them apart from each other, or from any of the other three-month old babies that I’ve seen. Two at a time certainly are a handful, but they all seem to be coping.
In the background for the whole afternoon was the Bathurst races — I can remember when I used to be interested in it, when it had a variety of production cars that bore at least some resemblence to what was on the roads. This year it was fifty percent Falcadores and fifty percent Commofords — the only interest was when rabid plastic bags kept blowing across the track and blocking air intakes, causing cars to overheat and expire.
Next year’s NSW Bike Ride will be staying in Bungendore and then Yass, so we were curious what route it might take. If it uses the Yass River Road, which is likely, knowing the organizers’ pathological fear of main roads, then we’ll be riding straight past Liz and Colin’s house! The night before, we’ll probably be camping at Bungendore showground — just over the road from mum and dad!
