I had a great pedal home last night, I took the long way down the cut, off at Kings Norton and did NCR5 back home for 16 miles. I was feeling good, the sun was out and everything was right with the world.
This morning I was up at the crack of Sparrow fart as usual (0515hrs) and did my usual ablute, got all kitted up and rolled my bike out of the garage…Or tried to. A flat front tyre! Just as I was about to get round to fixing it I noticed that my drivetrain and gears were all clunky and not rotating correctly. How can a bike be working perfectly when you put it away and be all buggered when you come to it the next day? I hadn’t got the time to muck about, especially in the dark so Bike away, root around for everyday clobber to wear (tricky as I couldn’t turn any lights on to avoid waking the family) then into the car and arrive here at work.
To top it all off it looks like the Spawn of Satan (my 2 year old son Dan) is coming down with a nasty cold. This is bad for 2 obvious reasons. He’s even more Diablic when he’s ill and he’ll probably give it to everyone else, including me with all of the implications for pedalling!
Tonight will be fixing (hopefully) my bike and tomorrow is a work meeting in Bracknell, so no pedal then either.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…