This is a well-known saying across the Intertubes. But there ARE other sorts of validatory* data.

Cos from the six-hour (see the accompanying data) down at Canungra the other Sunday, this one seems to be the only photo of me. Not my best side.

Posterior view courtesy of Flyboy.

But still, it was a good day. My Wednesday morning mates Neil and Dean0 were smashing it. Steve and me not as much.

Emma’s family connections were enjoying the tracks as well, while Emma (nursing a sore knee) didn’t quite have the relaxing time she hoped for … being pit crew was likened to motherhood, although I would say only the cool mums tweak their kids’ derailleurs (and get them working much better than before).

But by the time I had worked my way into the day, it was nearly over. So I did the last three laps in a rush and fell in a heap.

So that was the last Sunday of July.

The first Sunday of August I headed up (my spatial references have a north-south axis) to Garapine, near Gympie. For my first attempt at a Gravity Enduro.

Evidentiary* data. Which shows that I got on the PODIUM in the lowest grade. That’s bronze, baby.

This has never happened before as far as I remember in the history of me riding a bike. Well, very rarely. So it was fun. But so far I have no pix, so maybe it didn’t happen. We can only wait a bit longer to find out.

* possibly not a real word