Bought a cheapo mountain bike for winter use (steelwork by people's
republic, componentry by sheer chance). Rode it up the local hill in the
pouring rain then hurtled (everything is relative) back down on rocky, muddy
tracks running with water. Scared myself thoroughly and got plastered in
gooey mud. Arrived back in the town as the local schoolchildren were
wandering home and got whistles, jeers and shouts of "Look at yon old fool".
Had shower and felt really cool in an elderly sort of way.
Ok, it wasn't the descent of Mount Whosis on three grand's worth of
titanium, but this old guy had a cracking day. Roll on tomorrow!
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Brian G
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