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Well that sucked/ was awesome. I headed out at stupidly early o'clock to hook up with benj and hms of this parish. The plan was a quick blast around Kent dragging my festive period enhanced butt up Chalkpit, Lunghurst and a few other bumps with names that belong at a real ale festival. All started well, tailwinds, good company and sunshine, I even started to enjoy the taste of blood/lactic and the emphysema lite wheeze my chest was emitting.
Then disaster struck, or rather I struck disaster at around 25mph - a big ass puddle/pond/ditch/sinkhole type thing with edges like sharks teeth (it was a puddle). Double snake bite puncture!!! Through both fricking tyres too!!!! (I only discovered this delicious fact later, exactly one second after hms caught and managed to treat his very own case of the disease of deflation. I've also buckled my front wheel and put a dent in the rear).
Three inner tubes (two of which were kindly donated by hms and benj), numerous patches - including a Soreen Malt Loaf wrapper hack on my shredded tyre - were employed in a vain attempt to shepherd my sorry ass home. The tyres kept losing pressure, I kept patching and pumping. A persistently wrong headed uni-directional wind didn't so much exacerbate my woe as underline it. Slow progress.
65 miles that felt like a century.
Still, beats the spin bike.
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So displaying my allegiance to a particular team, be it national, pro tour or pro conti, would automatically make me a Fred? So what kit am I allowed to wear? No Molteni? No La Vie Claire? No Brooklyn? How boring. Maybe it's Fred and his buddies you should be aiming your ire at because I think this guy looks fricking awesome>>>>>>>>>>
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I've got some Colnago forks, not track specific. Long steerer too. http://www.lfgss.com/thread98088.html#post3291980
Do you still have the durano?