Choose bikes. Choose a cake. Choose a Colnago. Choose The Fridays. Choose a f***ing big memorial arch. Choose track pumps, tyres, inner tubes and CO2 inflators. Choose beer, bread pudding and third party cover. Choose fixed gear. Choose a bungalow. Choose your friends. Choose lycra and matching buffs. Choose a triplet in a range of delightful colours. Choose TEC and wondering where the waymarkers are in the early hours of Saturday morning. Choose sitting in a cafe, eating the finest breakfast money can buy. Choose falling asleep standing up. Choose the next ride. And the next. But why would I want to do thing like that? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got the Friday Night Ride to the Coast?The trainspotter thread is that way ------------->