All night it rained. We woke to even more rain, which wasn’t promising for a 90km offroad bike ride. We flipped a coin and decided that it was still worth heading north for the Dirty Gran Fondo ride.
About 10km in, Anna’s bike decided it was tired of the perpetual mud bath and ate its rear derailleur, trashing any hope of finishing the ride.
We managed to fix it so that it would work as a single gear bike and limped back to Wandong. One hot shower and two coffees later, it all seemed a lot funnier.