sunday morning
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Back in the saddle for the second time this new year; a wheezy wobble up to Woodridge and already returning feeling more buzzy and less queasy than the last time. Still feel like a novice though: while the cliché about not forgetting how is broadly true, some of the finer points, such as how to glance over your shoulder without veering into the next lane, or manage gear changes without the rear mech sounding like a sack of cutlery, need relearning. Speedily. And we're not in East Anglia any more: thanks to Wellington's topography my weekend rides will necessarily all be short sharp shocks rather than long flat countryside meanders ending thirstily in a sunny beer garden. Ah, those were the days...
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