Dressed in cycling gear for the commute, encumbered with locks, all ready and then notice a slow flat has taken the Mather out of action.
Not a problem, I'll grab the Brompton and do part on train and part on the road.
Find myself at the station wondering what I was thinking.
Still dressed as if cycling the whole way, still carrying a pile of locks even though the bike will go in the office. Worse still, Sidis and cleats even though my Brompton doesn't use them.
Some mornings I just fuck it up.
Dressed in cycling gear for the commute, encumbered with locks, all ready and then notice a slow flat has taken the Mather out of action.
Not a problem, I'll grab the Brompton and do part on train and part on the road.
Find myself at the station wondering what I was thinking.
Still dressed as if cycling the whole way, still carrying a pile of locks even though the bike will go in the office. Worse still, Sidis and cleats even though my Brompton doesn't use them.
What a Muppet.