Riding the bike has been a challenge of late.
Travelling for work is getting in the way, as is having all my bikes in bits.
So I got my rear wheel repaired and rode in today. The sun was sunny so I stuck on 3/4's and my summer Sidi's and struck out. To find a frost. Nearly lost my fingers to Jack's bite.
I rode up the super steep Fynonne climb and threw up at the top. Bend double with strings of slime hanging from my face with bloodshot eyes. This is a first for me, and a horrible eye opener to the rot that has set into my pedalling legs.
Then I met Ruben and we hoofed it down to meet Jon, then all raced to work. Jon made a heroic attempt on the 40mph fixed decent. His legs were spinning, and his rear wheel hopping, but he missed it today.
God it's good to be rolling.