This post links to a story called ‘Wheel Life On A Brompton’ which I wrote recently for ‘Ride With A View’ – a website dedicated to sharing the simple pleasures of cycling. Take two small wheels, a steel frame and some amazing engineering and you have a versatile folding bicycle called the Brompton Bicycle. Riding a Brompton bicycle is a new experience for me. I’m normally seen riding a touring bike around the… Read More

Moonbeams on my shoulder. The crunch of gravel. Insects flicker in my headlight; a cone of light surrounded by black. Long grasses border the trail. They stand and sway like wayward sentinels, still drunk on the day’s heat. I know how they feel. The night air is a kind reprieve. The sky sprinkled with a million stars. A gentle breeze drifts over dry paddocks. Occasionally, the dust is punctuated by the sweet… Read More

Break in Transmission A change of season A change of pattern A cold is caught Achoo! ≡ What was I taught? Rest, she had said Take time to recover Bless you. ≡ No riding, no writing No swimming, no play Just runny nose and goo Oh, poo! ≡ A break in transmission Time to sit still Settle in the changes Renew. ©Gail Rehbein 2017  

Plans to ride over the creek and pick up a pizza came unstuck. Over the new bridge I rode. The late afternoon light throwing long shadows as the Brompton sped across the smooth concrete. Friday’s carefree feeling was in the air. Two young boys threw fishing lines into the creek’s full tide. A retired couple walked slowly out for an early dinner. We were on our way to collect a pizza. ‘It’ll… Read More

Riding here. Travelling there. It would be easy to think that all this bicycle riding is all go, go, go. Non-stop. An endless trail of activity. Perhaps you’re exhausted just reading about it. Well, huddle in. I want to tell you something that I haven’t written in this blog before. I like resting. In fact, I’m a big fan of resting. And it seems that’s a good thing. Actually, even better than I’d… Read More

I’d lost my way. On a Sunday of all days. Mondays I can understand. On Mondays, the world returns to work and a collective lull hovers across the morning. But this was a Sunday and I was out riding and I didn’t know which way to go. We set out soon after sunrise to ride a new circuit; some roads would be familiar and some would be new. It would be our… Read More

Imagine taking 4000 bicycle riders across 527 kilometres over nine days, housing them, feeding them and helping everyone stay safe. In December, I wrote about my remarkable nine-day adventure in My GreatVic. But there’s another story to be told. It’s about the amazing support structure that makes the GreatVic great. You see, it’s not just a ride. The GreatVic is a rolling bike festival. Every night there’s a new camp for bicycle riders to roll… Read More

Last week, riding home from the beach, I saw a strange sight on Currumbin Creek. It floated on two hulls. They were the type of hulls that a catamaran uses, only smaller. Yellow, buoyant and atop sat a man on a bicycle. He pedalled and the craft moved. He turned the handlebars and the hulls slowly changed direction. I pedalled to a vantage point on Thrower Bridge, jumped off my bike and hastily… Read More

A new calendar year and there are new wheels in my garage. Welcome to 2017. I hope your new year brings you good health, safe travels and enjoyable adventures. Mine has brought me new wheels. Well they’re not actually new. They’re second-hand, pre-owned, loved by someone else, and now I’ve been given the opportunity to enjoy them. So what’s small, folds and is made in London? A High Street hankerchief? A Twinings teabag? A… Read More

For three months, it had been just a concept, an idea, an aspiration: “I’m going to ride the GreatVic”. I knew very little about what this ride would be like. Yes, I’d read the Bicycle Network website which has heaps of useful information. It prepared me well. But it was information and still a concept; something ‘out there’ beyond where I was. Now the ride is over and my GreatVic is real…. Read More