Mountain Baiku tonight.
Phone call.
Cross Baiku now.
Rapidly re-arm different bike like the Jap planes in the 'Battle of Midway'. Waste a lot of time. Change outfits repeatedly. End up packing offerings for different temperatures. Phone dead. Ok, no phone. Train ticket at work, ok, take cash. Saddle bag covering quite essential rear light. Ok, ditch saddle bag and take one outfit. Depart garage late. Just enough time for an hour loop over the Downs and back on the 8.06pm train for Spooks and pizza. Get 1 mile down the road and realise I am woefully under garmented. Seriously cold. No chance of another 50mins of this without developing pneumonia. Head back. 2 mile ride for an hour of faffing. Not worth it. Waste of the evening. Put shoes back on shelf and eat a twix. Clearly would have been the best ride of my life too.
Phone call.
Cross Baiku now.
Rapidly re-arm different bike like the Jap planes in the 'Battle of Midway'. Waste a lot of time. Change outfits repeatedly. End up packing offerings for different temperatures. Phone dead. Ok, no phone. Train ticket at work, ok, take cash. Saddle bag covering quite essential rear light. Ok, ditch saddle bag and take one outfit. Depart garage late. Just enough time for an hour loop over the Downs and back on the 8.06pm train for Spooks and pizza. Get 1 mile down the road and realise I am woefully under garmented. Seriously cold. No chance of another 50mins of this without developing pneumonia. Head back. 2 mile ride for an hour of faffing. Not worth it. Waste of the evening. Put shoes back on shelf and eat a twix. Clearly would have been the best ride of my life too.
