Iwasgoodonce
Old School Grand Master
I wouldn't read this if you are about to eat! I have had a couple of showers and got through a whole tube of toothpaste and still don't feel clean.
Despite the nasty weather, I decided a road ride was in order today. The wind was very strong and I was having to pedal stood up down hill to get up to only 15mph! Then the rain came. Still, dry from the waist up (Gore Tex) so not too bad. Still, I decided to cut the ride short but to compensate for such blatent wussiness, I decided to ride The Hermatage. For those who don't know (most of you I should imagine), this is the long, steep hill rising out of Bridgnorth in Shropshire.
Despite being fitter of late, my climbing hasn't really come back to me yet (still have a stone to loose) but up I went. I tried practicing my once impressive sudden uphill acceleration and was nearly ill. Never mind (puff-puff-pant) nearly at the top.
Holy mother of Merckx, what is that sewage smell? Those familiar with the climb will know there is no sewage works around there.
The answer (unfortunately) was quite quick in coming. The tractor in the field (above me, up a bank) reached the end of its run and turned around. As he did, his muck spreader was parallel to the road and sent a shower (read deluge) of sewage residue down on me.
Now, I don't know if you have ever been stuck by a hundredweight of aerial turds, but if you are, take it from me DO NOT scream "WTF" to the heavens as the next hundredweight gleefully heads for your mouth.
I think I got most of it up (one way or another) so who knows, I might just get away with hepatitis!!!
Needless to say the remaining 20 miles of the ride were not happy ones! I actually averaged 24mph in my eagerness to get home and clean!
Despite the nasty weather, I decided a road ride was in order today. The wind was very strong and I was having to pedal stood up down hill to get up to only 15mph! Then the rain came. Still, dry from the waist up (Gore Tex) so not too bad. Still, I decided to cut the ride short but to compensate for such blatent wussiness, I decided to ride The Hermatage. For those who don't know (most of you I should imagine), this is the long, steep hill rising out of Bridgnorth in Shropshire.
Despite being fitter of late, my climbing hasn't really come back to me yet (still have a stone to loose) but up I went. I tried practicing my once impressive sudden uphill acceleration and was nearly ill. Never mind (puff-puff-pant) nearly at the top.
Holy mother of Merckx, what is that sewage smell? Those familiar with the climb will know there is no sewage works around there.
The answer (unfortunately) was quite quick in coming. The tractor in the field (above me, up a bank) reached the end of its run and turned around. As he did, his muck spreader was parallel to the road and sent a shower (read deluge) of sewage residue down on me.
Now, I don't know if you have ever been stuck by a hundredweight of aerial turds, but if you are, take it from me DO NOT scream "WTF" to the heavens as the next hundredweight gleefully heads for your mouth.
I think I got most of it up (one way or another) so who knows, I might just get away with hepatitis!!!
Needless to say the remaining 20 miles of the ride were not happy ones! I actually averaged 24mph in my eagerness to get home and clean!