of all the riding thats going on around but without me, my chest infection refuses to bugger off (and needless to say I havent been to see the doc despite my better halfs numerous attempts at advice), its settled into a rasping but wet cough now, I cant tell if it hurts anymore or I’ve just become immune to the pain!
After reading on the forum about the adventures that everyone’s been having in the snow I’ve decided that this Sunday will see me on my bike come rain or shine or snow, prefferably snow. I’m getting the bike out of its slumber, rounding up some friends and dammit I’m going for a ride.
I’ll be flying in the face of the fashionistas and fitting Crud Guards front and rear, wearing long tights and Goretex to cover my weak and withered body (actually thats not true, I havent withered at all, in fact just the opposite) and I’ll have a full compliment of gears to help me up those steep sided valley’s.
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They’ll have to wait for me at the tops, there will be pisstaking and much laughter at my wheezing old body, they’ll force me to drink from a hipflask and make me eat Haribo’s..
They may have to drag me out of any cosy looking pubs we stumble across
But frankly I wont care a damn, it’ll be me bike riding again, it’ll be me doing the thing I love, it’ll be me getting stronger with every pedal stroke, it’ll be me logging into my memory all the jokes and half wheels in readiness for the summer when the payback starts
see here for details of the fun I’ve been missing
 http://www.simonbarnes.net/ridediary/
Quick update -
Events conspired against a group ride so a solo off and on ride local to me was completed, 2 and a half hours of coughing and spluttering but it felt good, riding bikes is ace - thats all
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