Two days to go

Imagine a Paddy Pallin store after removing all the display units and racks, heaping all their product on the floor, and then inviting 20 kids inside to have a party!

That's our living room right now!

Here's hoping the chaos theory has some merit.

Hilary is in New Zealand
Helen and Rosie are in Hobart
Mat and Kelly are in Perth
Ken is in his living room on his trainer
Shane is at the door receiving goods from yet another courier (roof racks -thanks Thule, sunglasses - thanks City Bike Depot, tyres - thanks Schwalbe)
Tom and Cooper are asleep
Denise is on her deck drinking ros-ay

Somehow this is all going to come together. We'll all end up on the same plane to Broome, and hey! We might even recognise each other at the airport (some of us have met only fleetingly).

The money for Cure Cancer Australia Foundation and WA Police Legacy is tumbling in (over $10,000 now).

And I'm blogging at 3am in the morning. Woke up wondering if I packed the teapot.

How do you avoid butt chafing?

Of all the questions we've received about our revolutionary romp across the desert, this one demands a blogged answer. Thanks P!

As any cyclist knows, a single grain of sand, fleck of grit or other mean morsel of dirt can cause havoc between your cheeks. Such ill intentioned imps can osmose through your nice Nettis, garrulous Giordanas or even salubrious Sugois. Left for even one minute to work their evil, they cause long lasting chafing between even the pertest pair of gluteus maximus.

Reflecting the refrain for our chosen chairty, "Prevention is better than cure!"

Bring out the Aussie butt cream! Or for cheapskates, use your favourite lubricant:

There are many mountain bike tips 'n' trix that are unspoken, learned when earned over many dirty kms of blood, sweat and tears.

Some years ago I completed one of the infamous Polaris Challenges - a stellar 2-day overnight mountain bike race. As my kids were young, I was unable to do the event with my usual partner (husband Shane) and entered instead using the Polaris "find a friend" - we shall call him Gaffa. (Which leads to another tip for another blog.)

On Day 2, my hitherto unknown bike buddie screeched to a halt wearing an alarmingly serious facial expression. Digging deep into his daypack, muttering "Vaseleeeeen" alongside a remote stretch of pine forest, I became fearful for my own safety. Unfettered by pride or decency, and racing for time, Gaffa stuck his fingers into the Vaseline and then rubbed up and down inside the back of his bike nix. Right there on the trail.

Good bike nix + Vaseline = no butt chafing

The road to Gundaroo

Our first (and last!) training ride over corrugations: Shane, Helen, Denise and Cooper take Argie Bargie 75km to Gundaroo return, via the dirt.

A miserable affair. Bitterly cold, strong wind. Our destination - a cafe or pub in Gundaroo for lunch - firmly closed. A miserable huddle over two muesli bars in Gundaroo's cute and quirky Picnic Area, along with 2000 lycra loving mosquitoes. Nothing more than one pair of leg warmers between 8 legs - Cooper wore both of them on his arms until his Dad rescued him at the 45km mark, when Denise and Helen greedily stole them - one jauntily modelled on each wind-facing arm.

"It's like holding a bl**dy jackhammer" Shane complains after 1km of corrugations, another 15km to go. "Whaaaat?" is the common refrain from Seat 3, Shane's voice carried away by the 50kph winds. "I'm COLD!" comes from Seat 4. Zip from Seat 2. We're all having SO much fun.