Today I ave been mostly riding my Rourke Frankencx/mtb.
As the weather here has recently been alternating between wet'n'warm or dry with gale force winds, I have not made the opportunity to try the Rourke with it's new 12-32 cassette, so this afternoon I gave it a go.
A week of almost constant rain made the rocky climb into the woods a bit of a chore, but once in the woods I had a great fun thrash around.
How do you get lost in woods you know like the back of your hand? Easy, ride after dark with just a helmet mounted light... great fun.
Anyway, I'm now covered in mud, as is the bike.
The ride was a touch under ten miles, 1000ft of climbing and a max speed of 32M.P.H., held back by a lady in a Ford Ka(ck) who insisted on braking when a car came towards us (on the wide two lane road that you could happily get two double decker buses along).
Best incident of the ride, was on the road towards the woods. We who ride on the road are all farmiliar with car drivers who make a huge meal of overtaking, only to then 30 yards later, slam their brakes on, indicate and pull to the left or right to park. Well, tonight a prize plonker took that practice to a whole new level; revving like mad and following another car past me, he did the brake slam/ indicate thing, while actually alongside me, in fact I was level with his passenger door as he started to slow.
Needless to say I vocalised my thoughts on his driving prowess, having braked hard and swerved to avoid being squished into the kerb he decided to park against.
They walk...... actually they drive among us.
"Try not to punch any clowns"