Me and a few mates elected to enlarge our carbon footprint by going for a bit of a ride on Tuesday afternoon. Lovely autumn day app 20, no wind, bugger all traffic so off we went to see the silo art again (see prior story about the owl etc)
Well we blew into town to revisit the owl and new landscape artwork, and then headed for the pub (pic below) wich was shut !!! (very un-Australian I thought !!!) but anyway, there's a shot of out of focus bikes for you.
Decided to move on, and about another 15k onward we come to this village where the pub was open (yaaay !!). And over the road on their silos was this (pic below) It emerges that during the 1914/18 war this little district had the highest per capita level of volunteers in the country, and judging by the memorial there, a large number of them never made it back to the wheatlands. So their art installation depicts a current day army medic, and a 1914/18 nurse
Quite moving in its' own way. Somewhat upset by Les (his is the Triumph Rocket 3 aka as "The Starship Enterprise") in the photo laying a strip of rubber about 100 metres long when we departed. That Triumph sure has plenty of giddy-up. We are planning another run shortly over to the vineyards further up the valley.
Pretty bikes and I love the art. Amazing! Still hard to wrap my mind around the fact it's fall for you down under while we are in spring. ha. I finally got the battery for my bike. I tried to install it myself (really not a big deal, right???) but I dropped the freaking nut and it's GONE. So now I am terrified... where is it?? Will it cause the chain to seize and send me spinning off the road? I haven't told my husband yet. We will work on that this weekend. I looked everywhere for that nut, it had to have gone IN the bike somewhere, but where?? And WHY do they have you trying to thread a nut in a super tiny space sideways? I should have used wrenches. Live. Learn.
Anyway, thanks for sharing your group therapy sessions, definitely looks like a good one!
Last Edit: May 9, 2018 7:21:40 GMT -5 by WindSister
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