Amanda debates the politics, hang-ups and social norms of bike race car park nudity and that cycling essential: the wild wee.

WORDS AMANDA

As I bushwhacked my way toward the gully, it crossed my mind that it was almost tick season. I decided I should dig out my tick tweezers and make sure they’re in my riding pack since these occasions were becoming more and more frequent. I’d regularly find myself deep in the heathers, poking around bushes, sneaking through trees several times per ride these days. A combination of longer rides, taking better care of myself, and maybe my age creeping up, all seem to contribute, and it’s only getting worse.