When I lived in the wasteland that is Cambridge I cycled the 13 miles to work one morning with a fearsome tailwind and thought half way there I hope that drops before I go home tonight.
Got to work, had a shower, dried myself, started dressing and was all but done when I reached into my bag for my trousers. Oh, where are they then. Shit, no trousers. A couple of minutes later I was back on my bike battling into the headwind for 13 miles.
When I lived in the wasteland that is Cambridge I cycled the 13 miles to work one morning with a fearsome tailwind and thought half way there I hope that drops before I go home tonight.
Got to work, had a shower, dried myself, started dressing and was all but done when I reached into my bag for my trousers. Oh, where are they then. Shit, no trousers. A couple of minutes later I was back on my bike battling into the headwind for 13 miles.