Failures?
I decided to start the new year with my current favourite 44 mile loop to the very posh villages/hamlets west of Collingham/ Linton which are merely posh. They are surrounded by farm land and the houses are more likely to be named "The Old Post Office" than "Dun Romin". Idyllically tranquil comes to mind.
So zipping along without a care in the world I had reached Dunkeswick (a one street village) with 17 miles to home when the "Quick Link" in my Campagnolo 11 speed chain decided to go walk about. And disappear.
It is a humbling experience to look at one's chain lying uselessly in the road and contemplate the oncoming rain clouds and darkness whilst wondering if four layers will be enough to stave off hyperthermia before rescue arrives.
Of the options I considered I decided that calling on my children was the cheapest and, as an added bonus, would give them great pleasure. Not least since both have birthdays in January.
Marco will no doubt say "but surely you carry a spare Quick Link?" to which my answer is "I will now", knowing that it will never, never happen again.