^^ pothole-tastic out there at the moment. Had a mostly lovely spin with Wrongcog, but we had punctures and snapped chains and mech failures. I'm hoping that today has got my bike bad luck over and done with and I shan't have to pick up a tyre lever for the next 6 months.
There was a vintage bus festival in Theydon today. I had no idea that the was such a thing as a bus-fancier, but the world seems expanded and richer after seeing the how many Mr Toad's there were, ogling the beautifully restored sharabangs and saying 'poop, poop!' under their breath.
The country also smiled on us in the form of Eric - most def not on here - who looked like a man least likely to have a chain tool (lumpen hybrid, jeans, flouro, etc) but who turned out to have a bag filled with every bike tool you can imagine. Thanks to Eric I was saved the LONG walk from banks lane to Theydon and a train journey home.
In fact the more I think about it the better today gets in affirming the general goodness of folk. My Garmin fell off somewhere just north of the Greenwich foot tunnel. I realised in the lift at the other end and sprinted back northward, to find that someone had found it and left it with the newsagents kiosk at the entrance. I looked so flustered when I claimed it that the guy offered me a cup of tea!
So, 65 sunny, interrupted miles filled with excellent conversation that ranged from discussing the various excitements / woes of our successes/failures in the studio, the Killing, vintage buses (natch), Paris-roubaix, John Major and American frat movies. That'll do.
^^ pothole-tastic out there at the moment. Had a mostly lovely spin with Wrongcog, but we had punctures and snapped chains and mech failures. I'm hoping that today has got my bike bad luck over and done with and I shan't have to pick up a tyre lever for the next 6 months.
There was a vintage bus festival in Theydon today. I had no idea that the was such a thing as a bus-fancier, but the world seems expanded and richer after seeing the how many Mr Toad's there were, ogling the beautifully restored sharabangs and saying 'poop, poop!' under their breath.
The country also smiled on us in the form of Eric - most def not on here - who looked like a man least likely to have a chain tool (lumpen hybrid, jeans, flouro, etc) but who turned out to have a bag filled with every bike tool you can imagine. Thanks to Eric I was saved the LONG walk from banks lane to Theydon and a train journey home.
In fact the more I think about it the better today gets in affirming the general goodness of folk. My Garmin fell off somewhere just north of the Greenwich foot tunnel. I realised in the lift at the other end and sprinted back northward, to find that someone had found it and left it with the newsagents kiosk at the entrance. I looked so flustered when I claimed it that the guy offered me a cup of tea!
So, 65 sunny, interrupted miles filled with excellent conversation that ranged from discussing the various excitements / woes of our successes/failures in the studio, the Killing, vintage buses (natch), Paris-roubaix, John Major and American frat movies. That'll do.