Sully’s creek and the greater stormwater drain network of the Inner North are a blast when it’s dry out. If you can dodge the sludge that perpetually inhabits the middle of the drain then you’re good to go. Nagesh, Ben and I spent a Saturday ridin’ round and gettin’ it.
Exhausted from clicking buttons on my camera, I called it a day once we reached Mt. Ainslie. We rode back into town, met up with some friends, drank a Coke each and headed our separate ways. Sure beats lazing around sipping skinny lattes!