Well today I did dabble in the dark art of gardening (horticulture, not agriculture, as an grumpy farmer (tautology anyone?) pointed out to me) by lifting a lot of the giant leeks that I have grown and neglected over the winter. Consequently the house now honks of onions.
But on more bike related matters, T1 (my first 89 Tufftrax) is now obesessively boxed and ready to go to Mr Williams in Falkirk for powdercoating.
I'm not kidding about 'obsessively'- I have this nagging feeling I could have driven to Falkirk in the time it took to make these bespoke odd shaped cardboard forms:
Handily numbered so that this can act as a guide for Zigzag for the repackaging on the way back, for we have come to an arrangement.
I will of course document the rebuild when it comes back.
Nice weekend for a bike ride, but I have done fork all as my wife has been away at a conference and I have been the responsible adult. The indignity...