Night Ride to Brighton back in Feb, the one with Fiddy's punctures, and freakishly long inner tube valves.
Riding along the White Cliffs at the end of the St Marges/Dover ride. I was massively unfit, my seatpost was too low, and I didn't take on enough water, but that final, crampy roll to the pub, basking in the golden early evening sun, followed by 4 very quick pints, was brill.
Also taking delivery of a new frame. Nothing like it, the smell, the gleam, only slightly tempered by the knowledge that it's never going to look that good again.
Also, my new commute. Not that glamourous but it's forced hitherto unheard of fitness levels on me. The next distance ride should be a pushover.
Night Ride to Brighton back in Feb, the one with Fiddy's punctures, and freakishly long inner tube valves.
Riding along the White Cliffs at the end of the St Marges/Dover ride. I was massively unfit, my seatpost was too low, and I didn't take on enough water, but that final, crampy roll to the pub, basking in the golden early evening sun, followed by 4 very quick pints, was brill.
Also taking delivery of a new frame. Nothing like it, the smell, the gleam, only slightly tempered by the knowledge that it's never going to look that good again.
Also, my new commute. Not that glamourous but it's forced hitherto unheard of fitness levels on me. The next distance ride should be a pushover.