Bound for New York

How time flies when you’re hav­ing fun.

Now half-way through my nine week sur­gical train­ing course for my day job. Four weeks remain in the big US of A before I’m able to mount my trusty steed again and work off this excess waistline.

I’m sit­ting here at Mel­bourne air­port wait­ing to board the Air­bus A380 to Los Angeles. Peter from Cyc­ling Edge coin­cid­ent­ally hap­pens to be fly­ing out on the same flight and some how, we both man­aged to swindle our way in Qantas First Class lounge.

I’m tent­at­ively glan­cing around the room half expect­ing the form­ally dressed wait staff to ask for my fin­an­cial cre­den­tials. The Maven isn’t usu­ally exposed to this caliber of dec­ad­ence and it’s kind of fun won­der­ing what all these people do for a crust. The eggs Bene­dict are first class (par­don the pun) and cof­fee is always twice as good when it’s on the house.

Usu­ally on these long haul flights, I’m crammed into cattle class with the rest of us mere mor­tals. Land­ing my butt in Busi­ness class is a rare treat and I’m going to milk it for everything.

Peter’s been kind enough to loan me the Par­lee Bista that Wade took to Viet­nam recently. This little baby is doing the rounds and hope­fully I find the time to ride it. I’ll be stay­ing in Nor­walk, Con­necti­cut which is roughly 45 minutes from New York city. Look­ing at Goggle Maps, it’s right on the coast so I’m hop­ing there’s some great little group rides I can tag along with.

Stay tuned for more updates and I’ll let you know how the Par­lee Bista performs.

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