Lazy Monday

The last day of a fabulous four days off! CH and I decided to celebrate the first half of it by going for a Mountain Bike ride. We had heard rumours that a local park held some MTB tracks in the back of it. After taking the longest, yet least hilly route there, we were pleasently surprised to find a maze of tracks hidden behind this suburban park.

After a ride through and failing to end up where planned on several occasions - thanks to poor signage, we were finally spat out onto a road (both of which neither of us recognised) and were then left to navigate our way to a coffee shop.

With both of us being avid coffee fans and desperate for a cup of the good stuff, finding a coffee shop was an easy task. Finding one that was open - not so easy.

Coffee Shop 1 - CLOSED

Coffee Shop 2 - CLOSED

Coffee Shop 3 - CLOSED

Coffee Shop 4 - CLOSED

CH was lost, unsure what to do. A strange feeling no doubt, for one who ALWAYS ends a ride with a coffee.

Our quest to find an open coffee shop led us close to home, so we decide to stop in, clean ourselves up, swap bikes (CH's idea) and take the fixies out to hunt down more coffee shops that may be open.

On the road again, and we finally strike some luck - an open coffee shop!

Our hearts and tastebuds rejoice as we park the fixies out the front. CH puffs out his chest with pride as some passer by comments on his handy work with the bikes.

We are finally fed and given caffiene and I instantly become a more pleasent person to be around once that caffiene starts pumping through my body. As I sip, I watch CH inhale his waffles and skull his coffee. This man is not satisfied though - he needs more, and he suggests we continue riding to the next open coffee shop for round two.

Round two, and we fill our bellies a little more. We leave feeling very greatful to those who worked on Easter Monday as we cruise home on the fixies.