Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Races

All Dolled up for Doncaster Day

We wish we woke up on Saturday morning look like this, but it took the effort of three girls, a few fascinators, borrowed jewelry and a GHD straightening iron (RRP $269 AUD - and I thought the CHI was expensive!).

That morning, I walked the 10 minute walk between mine and Va's apartments looking like 'The Walk of Shame'. I had to wear my dress for the day and was recovering from the previous night's antics at our friend Jenny and Byron's party. Bryon's two kids were visiting from Perth and we partied hard with bowls of candy, pizza making and hard core dance party. I was proud to show them the 'traditional' Filipino party game 'The Newspaper Dance.'

Also, that morning Dave and I ran the longest we've ever ran - 12km! We are training for the half-marathon on 20 May. It's getting close and we haven't ran without stopping. With the encouragement of our friend Helen who ran it last year finishing at 1:36, we decided to run the whole 12km without stopping. Best of all, we would see her today at the races and we could tell her in person!

At Va's, we enjoyed breakfast with champagne and went straight into Doncaster Day prep mode.

Race day checklist:
  • Makeup to match the dress - love you MAC!
  • Hair done with GHD either straight or curls
  • Stand out fascinator - borrowed from Va
  • Cute dress - this yellow one is my 'little black dress'. Works every time!
  • Heels - chose 4 inch heels. Ouch!
  • Little purse - had too much to carry so brought the regular work bag
  • Pre-race photos via Dave
  • Go! - Difficult to find a cab to take us because 'It's headache' - says the cabbie
Lauren in Va's Robe for Pre-Gaming & Pre-Dolling Up

We were invited to our friend Jon's 33rd birthday party. Shying away from the standard Saturday pub beer garden venue, he chose the Randwick Racecourse. Conveniently, the biggest race in NSW was happening that day - Doncaster Day.

Doncaster Day is the Melbourne Cup equivalent in New South Wales. Many people think the Triple Crown is a big deal, but the Melbourne Cup prize money is the largest in the world - over $6 million! Doncaster Day fares well with the highest prize money at $1.5 million. With tickets at $40 a pop, I'm hoping for contention for Best Dressed Couple at $29,561.


Pretty Best Dressed to Me!


Gates opened at 11am and we arrived at 12pm. Their were droves of people coming in taxis and many more walking around Randwick Racecourse. As we approached the gate, we couldn't help ourselves but to play Fashion Police.

"Her dress is way too casual."

"I would never wear that."

"Ooo, that's pretty."

Before the gate, we were greeted by a promotional street team giving away blister patches - very convenient for us ladies suffering in heels walking on grass all day. Well done blister marketeers!

At the gate, there were soldiers giving away pins of rosemary to commemorate the troops.

"Do we get any lamb with that?" I joked.

"Everyone says that." said the soldier.

"Do we get any Lay-yeh-mbuh with that? Lauren joked.

I can't help my Texan accent, but that's how we say it! I'm proud that it still comes out despite living in New York City, Seoul and now Sydney for the past eight years.

We walked through the viewing areas to find Jon and the rest of our friends. Of course, the first thing any of us girls want to do was to take photos. Sharon was eating a sausage, and boy did it look good. That 12km run wiped us out and we were starving!

Photo time! What to do with a Sausage in Hand?

For the rest of the day, we took in a day at the races for all it had to offer. We learned how to bet, walk on the grass in heels and admired the lively atmosphere full of merriment and interesting suit choices.


So, You Looked in the Mirror and said Yes!?

Between races, I ran into some familiar faces. For a city with over 4.5 million people, it really is a small place!

Emily & Mel
Girls I know from Dave's Colleague Jutta
We are All Part of a Dinner Club

Matt & Ciaran - Colleagues from FST Media

Why be at the races and not place a bet? Dave and I looked over at the betting stand and decided to go for it. There was a minimum $5 bet. You can either bet 'to place' (top 3) or 'to win'. We decided to place $20 on two horses to place - the safer bet of the two. But, which horses do we pick? I decided to go with my gut feeling and choose the horses that 1) didn't have the best odds, but were in the upper half for best odds and 2) had interesting names. This planned worked because I won every race I bet on that day. Dave deviated from 'the plan' for one race and placed a bet on the horse with the best odds. He lost most of our winnings.

At our first 'money at stake' race of the day, we raced down to the track to watch. Right when the horses were about to pass us, security came up to Sharon and I, looked at our flutes of champagne, looked at our faces and said, "I need to see some ID." We weren't in Kings Cross and we don't look that young. Well, I still look like my high school self. We were appalled. This was our first race that had money on it and we were being escorted back to our bags to show him ID. One look at our IDs, he nodded with no facial expression. What a waste of time.

I Need to See Some ID.
You Must Be Joking!

Doncaster Day Races
View from the Members Area

After running into security and catching up with a few friends, we decided to go into the Members area for fear of rain. Here we spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on life, betting on the last few races and of course taking in a few photo opportunities.


Take 1: Ordering

Take 2: Hair

Take 3. Perfection!

Me & Lauren
We Look Like Peaches and Lemons 

Inside the Member's area, I was tapped on the shoulder by an old man. In the most Aussie accent he said, "I like your colour." Does he mean dress or skin? "Thank you!"


Anticipation is Building & a lot of Money at Stake

My role in the betting plan was to give Dave my gut feeling on horse names and odds. He would pay and watch the race with everyone else. I watched them as they cheered at the TV screens. So much more amusing!

The Ladies
Helen, Liz, Lauren, Sharon, Me, Sophie & Va

It's amazing how this group has come together. I know Sharon from our time at Taurus Marketing. Lauren is her best friend from home. When Sharon first came to Australia, she temped with Helen at a call centre. Helen has lived with Va. Liz's mum is friend's with Jon's mum. Jon is engaged to Sharon. And finally, Sophie worked with Jon when he first came to Australia.

The Lads 
Birthday Boy with the Donna Hay Bag
She's like the Martha Stewart of Australia

Twinkies!
Dave isn't Short. This Guy is Just Really Tall

Rainbow Bright Suit! Seriously?

Winning 'Best Dressed' wasn't in our favour today, but we were up $2 from the day's bets. Best of all, we had an amazing time with some great friends at our first races. Next year, I'm definitely going to have a Kentucky Derby sized fascinator.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Three Cheers for the Waves


What We Look Like in Direct Kicks Practice

This week Sydney faced one of the coldest weeks since last winter. When I say cold, it was probably 12 degrees Celsius. I've been driving around Sydney on my scooter now for two weeks and riding out to practice with only a fleece sweater made for some serious teeth chattering in my helmet and stiff hands while gripping the handles to keep control of the bike in the wavering wind.

League matches began the last weekend of March and we played the last team I wanted to face - Maccabi, my old club. The last time these two teams met, I scored the career goal of my life - a beautiful goal from a corner kick!

Thankfully, seeing my former teammates went rather well. The result was the opposite. Youth was on their side, running circles around us without a drop of sweat! After the huge upset (5-1), we knew we had a lot to work on. We had a good two weeks off because of Easter and were back to business.

One area of the game we needed to work on was free kicks - in both wall formation and shooting. We stayed 30 minutes after regular practice time to do some extra shooting. Little did we know that this drill would prove useful in our second match of the season against our rivals - The Dunbar Rovers.

We had not one, not two, but three chances to get one in the back of the net with free kicks!

In the end, we tied the Rovers. We scored first with a slider from Kim, our newly appointed Captain. They scored late in the game when they were awarded a penalty kick for 'tripping over their shoelace.'

We out-shot our rivals having chances at goal for nearly 10 times! It wasn't our day. We will see them again in regular season, but we aren't worried - we just need to get our shots in the goal!

The end of the game ending with a chant I've only experienced in Oz. It's applicable to birthdays after the celebrant blows out the candles.

"Three Cheers for Dunbar!"
"Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray"

"Three Cheers for the ref!"
"Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray"

"Three Cheers for Waverley!"
"Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray"


To read the match report, click here: http://www.waverleyoldboys.com/JPG/1Reports/aaw2-1504.pdf



New Fan Club & Seating

During the match, our coach's friends showed up with a lovely red sofa they found off the street. I can vouch for street furniture because many of my apartment furnishing can be attributed to such treasures. It was in very good condition - very similar to the IKEA style (MSRP AUD $400) often sold on Gumtree.com.au by expats moving away. 


First Team Photo
Loving the Red Couch!


Enjoying Post Game Lunch at The Local Taphouse
Loving Instagram!

During the week I suggested to the team we go to The Local Taphouse for lunch, on the corner of South Dowling and Flinders in Darlinghurst - a few hundred meters from our field at Moore Park. This year, Sydney Morning Herald Good Pub Guide named their burger Best Burger. Many of the girls were enticed and a few joined me for a delicious post-game lunch.

We didn't win today, but we surely bonded. Often times, that's what it takes to play better as a team. You've got to know and trust those around you. When you're comfortable with your team, you work in sync knowing where they are and what they'll do with the ball.

Our next game is on Sunday against Sydney University. They weren't in this All Age Women's Division 2 league last year, so it'll be interesting to play an unknown team. They could be great. They could be awful. They could be just our speed, but I'm pumped to get a win on the board.


Weekly Team Newsletter

Each week our Team Manager Sarah sends us a 'mini-newsletter' for the upcoming match. Her dogs Janet and Brian have their own column like Dear Abby. Not only are they informative, but they make an appearance at each of our games. Quite the celebrities in the Waverley Old Boys circle!

My next 'fancy dress' party is with the soccer club and the theme could not be more fitting for me - U.S.A! As one of the handful of Americans new to the club, I need to represent big time. The worry is that I don't want to show up with the same costume as someone else. All I've got so far is the Statue of Liberty or Colonel Sanders. Please send me your suggestions!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Scoot Scoot




His & Hers
Mine's the Red One!

It wasn't a hard decision. We rode one in Korea for almost two years. Living now in Australia for nearly two years, it is about time we got some transportation of our own. The trains, buses and ferries are decent here, but if we want to go anywhere away from these lines, it would take 1-2 hours of our time.

One of my main reasons for the upgrade is because of my soccer commitments. I play for a club in the Eastern Suburbs. My team practices in Maroubra, an hour bus ride away from my apartment in Elizabeth Bay or commuting from work at Milsons Point. We play anywhere from Redfern, Centennial Parklands and down to Maroubra...around 30 square kilometers of travelling.

Dave also joined a volleyball team in Tempe, an hour train ride from his work place in North Sydney. We were used to zipping around wherever we wanted in the northeast of Seoul. We wanted the same lifestyle in Sydney. The building frustration for waiting for late buses and taking trains that didn't exactly take you to where you wanted to go had culminated when I realised I just couldn't depend on Sydney buses in February on my way to practice. In one instance, a bus driver took me to the fields after his route ended in Maroubra city. He told his boss I was 'lost'.

We needed to get our own transportation. Scooters was our answer because you really don't need to go that fast in the city and you can park for free! The city itself isn't that big - walkable most people would say. The fastest anyone goes even in a car is 40-60km/hour. Now to get a licence...

My English colleague Ciaran told me about the process in getting the learners licence. He too is an expat facing the same transportation woes. Over lunch, he explained to me how easy it is.

1.    Sign up for a Learners Course with the RTA (Roads and Traffic Authority - like our DMV) costing $80. The course is four hours on Saturday and four hours on Sunday. The instructor will assess whether or not you pass. Luckily, there is no 'test'.
2.    Once approved, you get a completion receipt or 'diploma'. You present this to the RTA and then will give you a 45 question test via touchscreen. There are four sections and in two of the sections, you cannot miss more than one question. If you do, you fail.
3.    If you pass, you receive your new NSW motorbike licence for learners
4.    Buy a bike and get going all in a week!

*Learner's licence allows you to only drive up to 160cc bike at a maximum speed of 80km/hour. Also, you cannot have any passengers, hence the two bike purchases.

It seemed so easy, but of course we faced a few hurdles along the way.

When we tried to sign up, very few driving centres had the availability when we wanted. The next available slot for both of us to train on automatic scooters was four weeks later in the godforsaken city of Clyde.

Clyde train stop was only 30 minutes from Central, but it was the last place we wanted to be for the weekend. There was nothing there, but car dealerships. There were no trees and was extremely hot - the Western Suburbs is like the 'Outback' to us Eastern Suburbs dwellers.


Training Grounds
Motorcycle Course Behind the Barricades

The training centre is literally under an overpass. Behind the barricades are motorbike road courses with cones and more barricades. We were greeted by an old school bikie. He was retired, nearly bald and had a handle bar mustache - exactly what I expected. He was a great teacher - very seasoned. He answered all of our questions and gave his personal insight especially when it came to safety. He scared us into wearing pants because of the possibility of 'gravel rash' - to treat gravel rash, the gravel is scraped!

Day 1 of the course was very easy, especially for Dave and I who had scooter driving experience. We took an hour to learn the proper method of mounting a bike. Then, we learned how to ride it by pushing each other around with the engine off! After, we started to build on our skills learning how to start, stop, make turns, overtake, park, change directions, use the indicator and most importantly, safety checks. We were in a class of five, where the three others were learning proper motorcycle skills. While they learned how to change gears, we did the same exercises at less than 20km/hour.

After the two days of four hour courses, we all passed with learner's course receipts or 'diplomas' in hand. The best piece of advise our instructor gave us was to take the online practice test 10 times because the same questions would appear on the actual test.


Passed with 'Diploma' in Hand

For the next few nights, we practice over and over. It had been over 10 years since I took a driving test, but you'd think the answers would be obvious. In the first go, we missed five questions! This was a wake-up call for us to practice more if we were allowed to miss no more than one question in some sections.



First Question
There must have been a lot of cheating for this to be a part of the test!


Last Question
There must have been a lot of bribery too!


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Don't Miss More Than 1 on the Road Safety Essentials

Try the test for yourself. It takes no more than 10 minutes.

That next Thursday, Dave and I booked our learner's test at the RTA. I had taken about 15 tests and was still getting new questions. I went in semi-confident.

Dave already had his NSW driving licence. I did not. It must be because of my Texan pride because I love having a Texas licence. Well my pride made it more difficult. Dave proceeded to the testing area with ease. I was grilled on my age and licence. The last time I renewed my licence was in 2009. Because my licence didn't show the year I actually got it (2001), the RTA thinks I have only been driving for less than three years, requiring me to have a Provisional licence. This licence is a basically a full licence, but limits me to driving less than 100km/hour and has fewer demerit allowances. I didn't want to hassle with getting a full car licence when my purpose here was for a motorcycle licence. I accepted the P licence and proceeded to the testing area.

By the time I sat down, Dave was nearly finished. I took a deep breath and began the test. All of the questions were familiar to me. I breezed through until I hit question 24, a new question. I  can't remember what the question was exactly because I couldn't believe I missed a question. And I wasn't sure if it was in a section that only allowed one missed question. I would feel like such a loser if I didn't pass this. My heart raced.

Dave was already back in line getting his new licence. To make matters worst, I was seated next to an old Asian man taking a motor vehicle test and complaining to the attendance he couldn't read the screen!

I continued reading each question more carefully than before. As I got closer to question 45, my heart raced in excitement and nervousness. I finally reached the bribery question and I knew I was home free.

The attendants were busy with other customers and didn't notice me or the Asian man finished with our tests. I stood up and walked over. I was quickly shooed back to my seat. Then, the Asian man started talking to me about what test I took and whether I passed. This was the last thing I needed...to look like I was cheating! I whispered, "I don't think we should be talking" and pointed to the no talking sign. He smiled and sat quietly until the attendant came back.

At the counter, there was a new attendant, so I had to re-show all my ids; passport, bank statement, licence. The P licence was explained to me again. If I could bring proof that I had been driving over three years, I could have my full licence. I didn't want to fight it. I just wanted my scooter licence! I was asked my DOB to put on my new licence and the attendant realised I was older than I looked. If you are over 25, you can claim to drive longer than three years without proof. Bam! I had a new NSW full driving licence and learners motorcycle licence.


 NSW Driver Approved

For the next two days, Dave and I scoured gumtree.com.au, Australia's version of Craig's List. He and I both set up appointments to see used scooters on Saturday. Our original criteria was a well-known brand with less than 10,000km for around $1,500. This quickly changed when we found very few 125cc scooters fit this criteria. We found some great models with less than 2000km, but at a price of $2200. They were also located in Macquarie Park, North Ryde, Bondi and Coogee - completely opposite areas of Greater Sydney that would literally be a whole day of travelling.

On that Friday, I asked Ciaran for a recommendation on where to get a helmet. If we were going to test drive any of these bikes, we would need a helmet. Plus all the used scooter sellers didn't want us to borrow their helmet! He gave me two shops in Sydney. Browsing through their websites, we found that scooterworld.com.au were selling new Daelim Besbi 125cc bikes for $2500!

We knew we were buying bikes the next day regardless if they were new or used. This was evident by the $4,000 wad of cash Dave carried on Friday evening when Dave walked skiddishly around Kings Cross.

That Saturday morning, we had the list of all the used scooter's addresses. On our minds was Scooter World and the Daelim scooters.

Scooter World opened at 9am. The first used scooter appointment was at 11am. We decided to look at the new scooters, plus we needed to buy helmets, although Ciaran lent me his.

We walked into the shop and a burly man greeted us. We found out quickly that he was one of the partners. He showed us the Daelims and also the next popular Kymco Likes. After sitting on them, gripping the handles and daydreaming of me and my new scooter, I fell in love with the Daelim Besbi. It was smaller, cheaper and looked more like a Vespa than the Kymco. I would love to get a Vespa, but they run anywhere from 5,000 to 10,000! With the Besbi, I got the retro look for a quarter of the price. Plus, Daelim is a trusted Korean brand.

After an hour of looking at helmets, Dave and I approached the owner with our nod of approval. Before we sealed the deal, I got him to drop the price of our helmets from $130 to $100 and our top boxes and rack from $300 to $250. We each had the whole package for $2,850 drive away. Dave didn't say anything of course because if he wants something, he won't haggle.

We had to leave our new bikes until 2pm so they could apply the new registration (done inhouse without going to the RTA!), fill up the tank and check for any issues.

We came back promptly at 2pm to find our bikes ready for us in the driveway.


Proud Owners of Not 1, but 2 Scooters!

We tacked on a premium insurance (theft, 3rd party, fire) for an easy $25/month. Can't believe how cheap insurance is! We still paid $2,850 each, which is the biggest purchase I've ever made with exception to Fordham tuition.

We mounted our bikes and were ready to set off to Elizabeth Bay. This was my first time driving in Australia, not to mention driving on the left side of the road! I followed Dave closely as we drove through Surry Hills, Darlinghurst, Kings Cross and finally Elizabeth Bay. It was exhilarating to feel the wind on our backs and engine roaring at the turn of the handle. We finally did it! We owned our own vehicles without the help of our families or companies. This was our purchase and they were perfect.

Since receiving our licence and new motorbikes, we've done practice rides to all the places we would go; Maroubra for soccer practice, Tempe for volleyball, to Bondi Beach and the surrounding Eastern Suburbs. I drove 70km/hour for the first time the next day!

Because we had spent so much on our bikes, we decided to forego a trip away for the long Easter weekend. Instead, we decide to take it easy and familiarise ourselves with our bikes and the Sydney roads.


First Drive to Bondi Beach

On Easter Sunday our friends Daniel and Lacey had a small gathering at their apartment in Manly Vale. This was a good opportunity for us to drive over the Sydney Harbour bridge the first time. We had to face it eventually because if we were going to drive these scooters to work, we would need to drive over that bridge. It began to spit rain that day and the sky was grey - not the most promising weather for cross harbour driving.

The road to get on the bridge is actually pretty close to our apartment. We entered via Woolloomooloo and drove onto the Cahill Expressway. The name does not lie. I was scared with all the cars whizzing by. Thankfully I stayed in one lane, the left lane, the entire time.

The entire time I had that gut wrenching feeling you have when you're on a roller coaster about to go over the edge. There was a lot of metal around and I kept thinking of flying off into the Sydney Harbour waters, which I couldn't do since the train ran on the left side. That could be just as bad!

In the end, the bridge crossing was fine. We weaved through North Sydney and Neutral Bay where we took Military Road all the way to Manly.

The scariest part of the trip was going down hill, creeping at 35km/ hour right before the Spit Bridge. There was a point where at least four cars tailed me. I'm sure very pissed off.

We crossed the Spit Bridge with ease. The surrounding area of Mosman was beautiful especially now that the sun had peeked out from the grey clouds.

For the rest of the weekend, we enjoyed Easter with Daniel, Lacey, Emily and Lee - the same Hawkesbury fun bunch. We played a round of King's Cup, made mojitos, and enjoyed gin, wine and beers.

When the roast lamb came out at 5pm, we tore through it with our fingers - the not so classy Easter we expected.


This Isn't the Same
Beer Run


Easter Mojitos

On Monday, we woke up surprisingly fresh despite the previous night's antics. We ate all the left over sausage, sweet potatoes and a new pack of bacon in the park - which had a nice outdoor electric grill! The sun was out and just because we visit Manly a handful of times a year, we headed to the beach for the afternoon.


Picnic Breakfast


Beach at Manly


Great Day for a Surf

Daniel, the avid surfer took Dave out for some waves. Lacey and I laid out in the sun and took in the beautiful scenery.

At 3pm, we left our friends and headed home. The ride home, especially near the Spit Bridge went quickly and felt easier. Crossing the bridge into the city, we found out that's when you get charged a whopping $4! The Cahill Expressway was tougher this time because there are so many exits forcing vehicles to weave between three lanes. I'm left feeling vulnerable and slowing down to 60km. When we excited to Woolloomooloo, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a woman in a car shaking her head.

We didn't go far for Easter (Bondi is two train stops away and Manly took 35 minutes via scooter), but we spent it with some good friends and had a wonderful time getting to know our scooters and the Sydney roads better.

My big goal for the weekend was to conquer the bridge and we did. My big fear for the next day is going back to work and tackling the bridge again in peak hour traffic!


First Day Driving to Work
Over the Sydney Harbour Bridge!


Sydney Harbour Bridge
My Scooting Grounds. Where to Scooter Next?

How long have I been here?