I didn't realise the boys took such pride in how they looked on the bike and even less that it took such a long time to get the look right. However when they were eventually ready, closer to lunch than breakfast I did think that after 4 hours of waiting that they were a very good sight.
So it was goodbye to Nelson and on the main highway to Portland which seemed like an express way for the logging trucks. The log truck drivers were very courteous though often giving us a toot to let us know that we were seen and that they were going to pass. One time when an oncoming truck was coming and a toot from behind let me know another log truck was going to pass and with very little shoulder of road left for me I made the quickest dismount ever.
It was cycling the rolling hills with the wind in my back that I suddenly remembered why I cycle, I had almost forgotten, it was wonderful to watch the kms click bye effortlessly for a change.
Gratefully we turned off the highway into a very minor road heading toward the very picturesque Cape Bridgewater and lunch. The March flies thought it was lunch too and even doing the Irish jig didn't put them off. So we were happy to get back on the bikes and pedal like mad to get away from them. It's said that to escape flies one has to pedal faster than 19 kms an hour but I'm not sure how fast one has to pedal to escape the dreaded March fly as they still seemed to be hanging around at 30kms an hour.
Anyhow it was good to remember why I cycle because I often ask myself why! Don't all cyclists.
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