Now you would think that a birthday would be the one (or usually one, maybe there's people out there with 2 birthdays per year) day you get to do what you want, like GO FOR A DAMN RIDE! I mean obviously i was over the moon to spend time with my wife and family but shit.
So after a nap it was off to the servo for a mostly standard shift, the only problems being missing out on Landline because the TV behind the counter was on the fritz, and accidentally locking myself outside with a bemused shuttle bus driver at 2:30am (we servo attendants have means and ways of sorting the latter issue).
Then when i got home i remembered that of the 15 bikes in the garage/spare room/living room/backyard, precisely none were actually complete, so it wasn't until half past 8 that i finally got out on the Tarinisaurus. The plan was to hit up a climb in the wilds of Doonan, but by the time i reached Doonan it was obvious the legs were thoroughly disinterested. Still, 42kms was acceptable and aside from the burning legs and lungs, it felt great.
With that done, it was on the road again to service my brother's bike in Noosa, then out to the farm to take my sister's dog (labradorXbearXcrack addict) for a walk-
and finally over to Bunderra to get to work on the chook shed. As far as i can tell it was built sometime in the 50s, so it is fancier than most people's houses.
Unfortunately the scumbag who used to rent the place had filled it with crap and timber scraps (just like every other building on the property) so it will need a fair bit of work.
More to come, but off to the servo again now.