Last week we had about 3 months worth of rainfall in two working days; in a city that barely has rain like it, it coped very well, it had a brute strength and a ‘come at me’ attitude, the city channeled the wind through its roads and it guzzled the water into it’s drains. Cyclists navigated deep water on the roads that drowned the grooves, the holes and the metal so we couldn’t see them, ominous darkness from deep steel blue clouds, it rained upon rain. The next day the talk was of sore legs and backs and arms from the clinching and steering of the bikes. And while the city efficiently disposed of the water, it stayed with us, in our heavy wet socks that were left on the ground and swollen shoes that slept infront of the fan all night, and Sam who tipped the water out of his frame. In the morning the weak and sorry sun was the only thing in the sky. As if it had been violated it was meek and subtle like it had been in battle and was out of breath, but the city was the cleanest and crystal-like I had ever seen. Winks of light shot at you from all the newly polished surfaces, all its sins built up for months had been washed away and the city was re-virginised; except for the couriers bikes, they remained with the dirt and the mud of the city. It’s a contrast that I wont ruin with the obvious significance.
After the rain I sensed a change, as if the rain had given life to it, it smelt something like excitement or motivation. Sydney is getting ready to be a supportive older sister for once. SydBMA is ironing out all the creases for the Pre-Event of the CMWC 2015. Sydney only has a small group of couriers, it is an intimate and transparent way to work, you can’t flip your brim without everyone knowing, but the best thing about it is that everyone is involved and has a voice, camaraderie is greater in the smaller. Australia is a long way to come from the rest of the world, I encourage everyone who is attending worlds to make it worth your while and register for the Pre-Event. It isn’t good enough to say you are going to come, you need to register and you need to prepare yourself for pampering by our great hospitality and be spoilt with our tropical urban culture, we also make a half-baked promise of awesome weather.
On Friday night we had the first race of the Courier Cup. I found the boys in the usual round circle, beers in front and bikes behind, sitting on mailbags or the flaps of their bags. Shane’s dad had come to join us, he looked interested, amused. Bart’s brother Al, was sitting there with the most out of place mullet I have ever seen, and I love him for it. Kanae, the cutest Asian and ruthless bike poloist comes to say hello. I laid back and watched the tree’s movement and listened to their sound. Hyde park had collections of groups and couples, lying around or running, none like ours though, there is never any like ours; one large round circle, portable speakers as the nucleus, and our bikes the outer membrane. Family and friends making the circle bigger, the perks of a smaller net, you are always welcome if you want to be there. Sydney’s intimacy and openness should be what encourages you to be here too.
Find the schedule here
And if you haven’t registered for CMWC pull your finger out it’s in two months!