Hedging against future inflation rises.

Took the bike with me on a family holiday again. The perfect bike for when you don't know what the ride will be like. Slow on the road, unsteady on the rough stuff, the brakes have never been set up properly so they scream even in the dry, even without much pressure on the levers. Devon is too steep for me but I keep stringing climbs together, checking the map, asking a man riding a Bob Jackson in sandals where are the best places to go. He indulges me and I feel like I've cheated my way to obtaining secret knowledge. The locations he mentions get bookmarked like waypoints on a mini map and I route myself further away from home, not paying attention to the elevation profile and trusting my suspicions, going the wrong way but regaining the road by cutting over a tractor track covered in broken bricks. Wild strawberries in the hedgerows and giant, black beetles edging across the road, extending myself further and further. Eventually it all falls apart, 20km away from the holiday rental. I can't face another hill, my drive train is squeaking dry, two packets of crisps and a snickers and a coke have just given me a headache. I push up the final hill home.

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