
Originally Posted by
Graham Breeze
I am prepared to admit that sometimes, sometimes, riding in January, head winds, rain,...is not a lot of fun but today I cycled to Skipton (30 miles and 2900 feet) via a variety of grass-up-the-middle roads that only exist to connect farms. What joy! No traffic! Well except for the occasional quad bike.
Could life get any better you may wonder?
Well yes because whom should I meet in the berserk, bedlam of Bradley but...Mrs & Mrs FRA Forum (+ black labrador), aka Mrs & Mrs Bedlamite, aka Mr & Mrs Race Organisers par excellence.
Fortunately I was on the Bianchi so was a vision of loveliness, and thinking of that; it occurred to me that in over 6000 miles I have never had a mechanical (ah! that's Campagnolo for you) and only one puncture (when I just walked to the railway station and went home by train) so why do I carry "stuff" with me "just in case..."
Just in case of what exactly?