Baiku - It's like Haiku but without the rules...and about bikes.
Let's hear your experiences of the last ride/s you did. Get it down in words and pictures...
My weekend on wheels in words...
Cross Baiku.
Sun looks like it's winning the fight. Road ride today. Cold headwind and relentless wind noise. Take evasive action. Right onto South Downs Way. wet chalk. 30mm tyres@90psi. I believe I can fly. Er, I am flying. I fought the law (of gravity) and the law (of gravity) won. Back on and climb the good climb. Take pics. Make myself later and later. Appear from the woods and surprise the full susser brigade unloading their trucks. Receive stick for being a cyclist from bike riders. "F*ck you and your five inches" (I say silently). Laugh as I imagine calling in 'special op's' Ed Edwards to 'educate' them. Roots remind me of my biking roots. Speaking the trail's language today. Drop out of the woods. Get the train home. Got a date with my wife at lunch. Mmmm, lunch. Best ride of my life.
Mountain Baiku:
Wind+Rain+Cold+Late train+Busy traffic+Wet chalk+Slippery roots+Skinny tyres+Too high pressures+Fogging up glasses+Gore Tex on strike+Tough climbs and scetchy decents+Grumpy other bikers+No food and too little water+Slipping and pedals not re-engaging+Something unpleasant splattered on my leg+No views through the mist+Cold spin back along road+Long wait for (another) delayed train home=The best ride of my life.
Let's hear your experiences of the last ride/s you did. Get it down in words and pictures...
My weekend on wheels in words...
Cross Baiku.
Sun looks like it's winning the fight. Road ride today. Cold headwind and relentless wind noise. Take evasive action. Right onto South Downs Way. wet chalk. 30mm tyres@90psi. I believe I can fly. Er, I am flying. I fought the law (of gravity) and the law (of gravity) won. Back on and climb the good climb. Take pics. Make myself later and later. Appear from the woods and surprise the full susser brigade unloading their trucks. Receive stick for being a cyclist from bike riders. "F*ck you and your five inches" (I say silently). Laugh as I imagine calling in 'special op's' Ed Edwards to 'educate' them. Roots remind me of my biking roots. Speaking the trail's language today. Drop out of the woods. Get the train home. Got a date with my wife at lunch. Mmmm, lunch. Best ride of my life.
Mountain Baiku:
Wind+Rain+Cold+Late train+Busy traffic+Wet chalk+Slippery roots+Skinny tyres+Too high pressures+Fogging up glasses+Gore Tex on strike+Tough climbs and scetchy decents+Grumpy other bikers+No food and too little water+Slipping and pedals not re-engaging+Something unpleasant splattered on my leg+No views through the mist+Cold spin back along road+Long wait for (another) delayed train home=The best ride of my life.