Beery Saturday night.
8am wake up call.
Make mission of sorting Pace forks out so they work. Fail dismally but embark anyway.
5 minutes into ride and its still windy. But outside my shorts.
Find towpath to get to intended trail destination. Path has recently been covered in loose scree (glue) which Porcs dont adhere to very well. Feels like pushing through long grass with my brakes on. Windy.
Start to huff and puff. Need water. Suck bladder dry. Mmm. More wind.
Stop for a breather - take photos. Realise Diskdrive neds truing. Two mates ride past on their motobikes-without-engines. Feel slightly embarressed as I have white tyres.
Turn back as I realise I should be doing my tiling. Start to feel guilty.
1991 KONA LAVADOME | 1991 PROCOMP FUNK | 1992 PACE F2