Have you ever noticed that when you go to Head Office for a meeting then people you very rarely see or even know what you do suddenly think their job depends entirely on what you do and they need a meeting with you too?
That happened to me yesterday. I have to go to HQ again today, this time for a “chat” (read meeting) with our standards and auditing Manager to go through bureaucratic nonsense.
We all know (if you’re involved with it) that ISO’s or BS whatevers are not worth the paper they’re written on in the real world and they’re process placebos for the mentally infirm or easily impressed.
As it happens I always keep my departments documentation and auditable trail bang up to date and accessable to anyone. So this meeting will be another 2 hours of my life I can’t get back for no good reason. Hence I’m in the car again! I don’t know why (as I told him yesterday) he just can’t go onto our network drive which is where I keep all the bumf and go through it with out me. It’s all self explanitory…
Anyway, onto bikes.
I gave my Giant a bloody good clean and lube yesterday evening in preparation for the 100 miler on Friday. I also got my clothes ready and I even cleaned my cycling shoes which were showing the evidence of Waseley Hill mud from Saturday.