oneeyedjim and the courier bag. Again.
I'm always surprised by the number of comments the old Timbuk2 attracts. Minimalism's all very well, but what do you lightweights do when you find yourselves miles from anywhere in need of a hacksaw ... or a 12" adjustable spanner ... or a pound of Kendal Mint Cake ... or a kitchen sink?
Whatever happened to the jungle shorts?
What can I say? It felt like a Lycra day.
Another grand day out in the Cotswolds. The mudbath I'd feared didn't materialise: the day dawned cool and bright, and remained cool and bright. Hawthorn blossom, lambs, Cotswold stone, and little fluffy clouds.
Stumpy did me proud once again. No punctures, and not even a hint of a mechanical. The gears were perfect, and the granny ring remained unused. The cramp that dogged my shifting thumb on my last Cotswold outing didn't appear this time.
I went with the popular tyre choice of Conti XC 1.5" but decided to run them at a low 60psi, relying on judicious choice of line to avoid pinch flats. The gamble paid off, and the sidewalls remained intact.
This was my first big ride with Power Grips, and I was pleased with them.
My little brother dictated the choice of the shorter route, handicapped as he was by youth, suspension, and big fat tyres. I was a little disappointed not to get my money's worth with the 100km ride, but if I'm honest, the 50km course was probably the right choice for me this year, and with the ride over from Tewkesbury it wasn't a bad day in the saddle.
See you all again next year?
Calmes dans le demi-jour
Que les branches hautes font,
Pénétrons bien notre amour
De ce silence profond.