Twas a lovely Sunday, beautiful and sunny which was lucky because we have never dragged ourselves out of bed so early for a bike ride. But this was the Sydney Tweed Ride and our reward was the sight of hundreds of dapper gents and ladies on beautiful bikes descending upon ye old Town Hall...
It was bikeling paradise.
Milky Joe in a Tweed twin-set.
Bourke Street cycleway had never seen such splendor!
Believe it or not but the tangerine bike is called 'Dave'.
Or maybe just right.