Woke up and we'd been blessed with suprise snow. Nursery was shut for training / drinks so little lad had to make the 5 mile trip to druncle Simon's daycare centre.
Let the dog out for a waz and slipped on my backside, decided on the studded tyres.
Popped them on the bike, ably assisted by a three year old throwing ice at me and getting covered in oil. Slipped on my arse again. Noticed the rear pads were beyond worn and being wary that brand new disk on these wheels may take extra pad material off to bed in I quickly changed the pads (is say quickly, changing the pads wasn't an issue it was finding the new pads that took the time)
Got the littlun togged up, he's had the pox over crimbo so he's a bit scratchy and fussy over clothes. But we settled on a fleecy jumper and puddlesuit.
With Gary Garmin showing -2 We then set off, little lad was loving it spotting snowmen and screaming faster. Received some disapproving looks through the town but then got onto the old railway line and was able to crack on tons of dog walkers about. Dropped a very cheery happy lad off along with the seat and decided to have a look at the rub on the front mudguard. Found it was really a severe rub and bind due to the mudguard being badly bent over the years not amounts of fiddling sorted it so stripped off the flap which improved things and set off to work.
Forgot how much more hardwork the winter studded tyres are and noticed the front wasn't sat on the rim properly giving a bump/flatspot feel. Resolved to have a go at that when I got to work when I could pour a bucket of boiling water over it to soften it up.
Arrived at work an hour late 🥺
Late start meant late finish.
Return commute is more up than down which reaffirmed the tyres are hardwork.
Reseating the tyre seems to have not improved the matter, probably some corrosion or much on the rim but I was trying to sort it in a rush in the dark. It's in the to-do list.
.
