This last weekend I drove out to support KKB at Insomnia.
It was out at Kurwongbah, off Petrie-Dayboro Road. I regularly ride this road - I even have a pet name for it... referring to it affectionately as the "nine hills of death".
Somehow, it all looked different on Saturday. I don't know whether it was the fact I was a motorist rather than a cyclist; or whether it was that it was a different time of day. I looked around at the countryside almost wistfully, sometimes smugly thinking to myself,
"It's taken me almost an hour to drive here, and I usually ride!".
It was kind of weird, but satisfying, to get a different perspective on an old favourite.