IanT
http://www.sprocketwaffle.co.uk
What a fantastic evening for a ride.
Finished work and just needed to get out to blow some cobwebs away. By the tine I had reached the end of my drive, the rain was biblical!!! By the time I hit the woods, it was like a paddy field.
The going was boggy and tough - standing on the pedals just to get it down hills - the bike stopping almost dead when it hit patches that had been turned into quagmire by countless horses and dog walkers.
For good measure, I threw in a good few road miles. Must say, that, waiting at traffic lights, seven miles from the nearest woods, whilst absolutely caked in mud, did get me a few odd looks.
By the tie I got home, I was soaked to the skin (apart from my hands, which were toasty and dry in my lovely new Altura gloves).
Dried the bike off and covered her in GT85 then stood in the garage, finishing the last of my water with a big grin.
By the time I got to the back door, the missus had dinner well and truly on the way - the waft of garlic greeting me like an olfactory red carpet - an absolutely perfect evening.
Now, if you told that story to someone who doesn't cycle (and perhaps even, some that do) they would not understand you!!!
Roll on tomorrow - and a little 50 miler just for good measure.
Finished work and just needed to get out to blow some cobwebs away. By the tine I had reached the end of my drive, the rain was biblical!!! By the time I hit the woods, it was like a paddy field.
The going was boggy and tough - standing on the pedals just to get it down hills - the bike stopping almost dead when it hit patches that had been turned into quagmire by countless horses and dog walkers.
For good measure, I threw in a good few road miles. Must say, that, waiting at traffic lights, seven miles from the nearest woods, whilst absolutely caked in mud, did get me a few odd looks.
By the tie I got home, I was soaked to the skin (apart from my hands, which were toasty and dry in my lovely new Altura gloves).
Dried the bike off and covered her in GT85 then stood in the garage, finishing the last of my water with a big grin.
By the time I got to the back door, the missus had dinner well and truly on the way - the waft of garlic greeting me like an olfactory red carpet - an absolutely perfect evening.
Now, if you told that story to someone who doesn't cycle (and perhaps even, some that do) they would not understand you!!!
Roll on tomorrow - and a little 50 miler just for good measure.