Total rear-mech failure in the middle of bloody Kent after 70 odd miles of misty, hilly goodness. Benj literally pushed me (I'm 14 stone, he is a legend) to the nearest train station, through flooded lanes and up difficult rises - ruined my average for the day though....
Rather a melancholic journey into London Victoria, pondering my recent run of bad luck on the bike, wishing I was pedalling back to the smoke, figuring out how to fix my bloody ride so that I could get home.
Time is such a precious commodity for me at the moment and allotting it to the seemingly frivolous pursuit of riding bikes up and down and around the English countryside is becoming more and more difficult to justify. These little hiccups are really pissing me off.
Total rear-mech failure in the middle of bloody Kent after 70 odd miles of misty, hilly goodness. Benj literally pushed me (I'm 14 stone, he is a legend) to the nearest train station, through flooded lanes and up difficult rises - ruined my average for the day though....
Rather a melancholic journey into London Victoria, pondering my recent run of bad luck on the bike, wishing I was pedalling back to the smoke, figuring out how to fix my bloody ride so that I could get home.
Time is such a precious commodity for me at the moment and allotting it to the seemingly frivolous pursuit of riding bikes up and down and around the English countryside is becoming more and more difficult to justify. These little hiccups are really pissing me off.