Filthy, filthy weather. Still, had a ball rolling out with the wind and rain at our backs, Wroncog, Benj and I were eating up the tarmac, quite literally when drafting each other. A combination of the rude headwind on the turn, a horse box as wide as the road trundling along at 10mph just as I was finding something approaching a rhythm and a five mile unexpected bonus tour of the finest A roads in Essex deflated my spirit somewhat.
To the chap who guided us back to the planned route and restored my lost spirit , a thousand thank you's....and an apology for not pointing out that pothole you hit.
Filthy, filthy weather. Still, had a ball rolling out with the wind and rain at our backs, Wroncog, Benj and I were eating up the tarmac, quite literally when drafting each other. A combination of the rude headwind on the turn, a horse box as wide as the road trundling along at 10mph just as I was finding something approaching a rhythm and a five mile unexpected bonus tour of the finest A roads in Essex deflated my spirit somewhat.
To the chap who guided us back to the planned route and restored my lost spirit , a thousand thank you's....and an apology for not pointing out that pothole you hit.
I fucking LOVE riding bikes.