• Tailwind glory on the way home tonight, pedals felt so light, at 7pm roads fairly quiet so potholes your greatest enemy. Felt glorious, a salve to a day of drudgery, had I strava'd it records would been broken, swords shattered, spears sundered. A glorious, high speed romp on a brilliant, willing machine (fixed, steel, vintage track bike, 52 x 19). The ride in had the equally strong headwind, that while sapping left the legs revealing in their power to cleave through it. 11 out of ten, commutes to remind the soul why we ride bikes.

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