Way out west. Where style don't grow....

Oh yeah - classic effort by the western suburbs of Sydney. Thursday morning I go to uni - so I got off the train, got my morning tea from Subway @ Kingswood and do the 15 minutes hike to campus.

Walking to uni & I could see a cyclist trying to get around me, so I pull off to the side of the footpath and the dude cycles slooooooooowly by.

The dude, he was all class. Had the best aussie looking green & gold trackie dacks (circa 1982), an old bike, his helmet - which suprised me - that he actually was wearing one. His shirt is irrelevant as the trackies were just too ace. Can't take me eyes off of you....

Then I saw what he had occy strapped to his bike rack.

Yup, at 9.45am he had bought a case of VB (beer) & was heading into one of the less classy appartment blocks upon the highway. You can actually see the pub/hotel from the front of his appartment block, so the poor dear musn't be strong enough to carry the case the 400 metres to his house.

Kingswood - home of champions!