First local bike run today. I read that the bike track from Brassall has been extended in my absence and I thought it was time to check it out. Yesterday I did quite a lot of heavy lifting in the garden and so today was a sort of day of rest.
The bike track starts just passed the Workshops Railway Museum and this section has been here for some time. It’s Magpie season and this is where I had my first swooping attack, this one was quite determined and came in top dead centre and pretty hard. He must be a new start because the more experienced ones will come in from the side. A bit further on behind the shopping centre I had two more of them chase me that these two were just fucking around they had no real intent and soon left me alone.
The new trail to the BVRT heads off to the right which is north I think. I didn’t know what to expect but it was great to ride along and not have to worry about cars for the most part and of course Magpies. This section has only recently been completed and the new turf at the side of the path along with the young Bottlebrush will look a lot better when it all settles in.
The path was a lot longer than I thought it would be and then eventually the concrete runs out and there is the official start of the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail
This trail is the longest trail in Queensland at 161 km and is popular with cyclist as well as hikers, this is definitely something I would like to try but my bike is not designed for too much gravel and off road, so maybe I might walk some of it instead.
As you can see some of the indigenous Ipswichtarians have already made their mark, death is too good for these people. I also met one of them on the way home. As I came up to the roundabout I signaled that I was going to the right hand lane as I was turning right, there was a car coming up behind me but was far enough back that I caused him no problem.
He arrived beside me in the left hand lane as I waited for the traffic on the roundabout. He drove a black Lancer, had a shaved head apart from what looked like a dollop of blond cream on the top. Black T-shirt on and a face like a well skelped arse. He says, in some local dialect, “Mite get orf the fuckin’ rowd” I looked and said nothing, he said it again “Mite get orf the fuckin’ rowd” I said nothing and just stared at him. The road then cleared and we both headed off. You know if they can’t speak the Queen’s English I really don’t see the point in trying to engage these creatures in conversation. I fuckin’ hate this noise that they make and the sad thing is that it’s not only in this area of Australia, they are all over the place, it was so good to get away from it for a while and if I ever heard this Australian call on my travels I gave it a wide berth.
However i will have to do a bit of research on the BVRT and see what options there are to walk it or cycle it for that matter.