Saturday. Cross Baiku today? Sneeze. Sniffle. Moan. No. Sunday, well maybe today? Meeting up with the boys at 10.30am. 20 miler fast blast. Small numbers, quick pace. Headache. Sniff. Sneeze. Bunged. Moan. Cancel. Telly. Toast. Bored. Like a pilot (or a teenager) grounded. Empire Strikes Back helps a bit. Here's to next weekend. Reckon that ride may well be the best of my life.