Saturday, 12hrs of wedding through a viewfinder. Sunday. Arms don't work. Legs do. Tired though. One layer warm. Roll into consciousness, drop into woods. Breathe fresh pine. Stop. Observe. Immerse. Pee. clip in. Go. Climb up high. Chalk is warm. No mountain bikers up here anymore. Probably all in wales. Nice. Less is more good. Refill water. Avoid village festival. Backroads and paths home. Bump into KleinMadChris. A meeting of ti. Emergency Banana. No punctures beats last Sunday's 4. Home. Late lunch. Sun comes out. Best ride of my life.
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