Thursday, December 06, 2007
Old Upper Thomson Road, 25 km. It stops pouring. I start cycling. As I round the bend, half a dozen wild boars cross the road. I squeeze my brakes and the rear tyre starts sliding on the damp road. The pigs crash into the undergrowth on the other side of the road. After years of cycling on this road, this is the first time I've seen boars. I continue my "circuit" training, more wary this time. In the past, the only danger was from cars parked in the shadows along the road.