Dimlo
Back on the nice bike (well, nice for me, since something from the carbon-fibre end of the shop would have been wasted) this AM due to tiresome puncture malarkey in the dark last night.
Bloody hell it's quick.
Yes, I know I'm the motive power and all I have to do is back off a cog or two and/or sit up and have a breather, but there's something about it that makes caning it on the big ring feel like a perfectly sensible thing to do. Rather than making the trip home a bonktastic slog.
I must put proper mudguards on the thing, otherwise the Audaxers will come round my house and complain.
[1] Tell me, O young persons. Is/was that a club-storming 'hit'?
Bloody hell it's quick.
Yes, I know I'm the motive power and all I have to do is back off a cog or two and/or sit up and have a breather, but there's something about it that makes caning it on the big ring feel like a perfectly sensible thing to do. Rather than making the trip home a bonktastic slog.
I must put proper mudguards on the thing, otherwise the Audaxers will come round my house and complain.
[1] Tell me, O young persons. Is/was that a club-storming 'hit'?