2 wheeled problem-solver

Ok, so I’m late posting an entry about my exploits in the last week, but I’m busy innit. In the last week…blah blah blah, I’ve ripped a tyre! Yep, RIPPED IT. I’ve never done that before. I’ve repaired it too (I hope). I went out on the ‘cross bike for a road ride, got back and noticed a half-inch slash in the tyre. Presumably caused by a piece of glass.

Anyway, I superglued a piece of innertube to the inside of the tyre (a Maxxis Locust, trivia fans) and filled the hole on the outside with some more glue.

Hopefully it’ll hold.

I still can’t get over how much fun this bike is though. Riding on the road, even using knobbly tyres is soooo fast and soooo much fun. I’m using my 35 watt halogens on it too so cars actually stop to let me through, rather than aiming for my ass.

Later last week I went for a ride with Budge and Phil on the singlespeed. Oh what fun it was trying to catch them on the downhills and flat bits on a bike with one gear and no suspension. Left them on the climbs, mind 😉

Work’s really busy at the moment too, and late last week I was given an unhealthy dose of office politics. Nothing too serious but it did my nut in all weekend. By Sunday night I was like a coiled spring and decided the only thing that could save me now was a ride. I was getting right on Deb’s wick too. So…off I went in the wind and snow. The snow wasn’t too bad when I set off but by the time I’d reached Hurst Wood is was a proper blizzard. A HID lamp isn’t very good in snow either ‘cos all it does is turn each flake into a eye hazard. The contrast of pitch darkness and 60 watts of white straight down the optic nerve starts to take it’s toll, especially when one is trying to ride roots. Soon, the trail itself was starting to disappear under the winter blanket and the wind was really picking up.

By the time I’d got home though, my internal turmoil had turned into a dogged determinedness to get things sorted in the morning. Which I did, after a good night’s sleep.

Where would I be without cycling eh?

Fat And Depressed Camp, that’s where.

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