Mountain Baiku.
One of those 'over the top and into the gunfire' kind of days. You know you're gonna get soaked by the end of the road and no amount of Gore-Tex is gonna save you. So you go out all guns blazing. Hit the trails early, bigger tyres doing the best they can against the wet roots and chalk. They're not going down without a fight. It's horrible out here today. Traction, grip, clear sight - all absent. Just me, the machine and the force guiding us back round the miserable 18 miles of mistake that was leaving the sofa. 1/2 way now. Turn into the wind for home. Bitter cold sideways wet. Miserable. Painful to the skin actually. So soaked it's comical. Climb, climb, climb. See train pulling out. Seek asylum in a shop and eat flapjack. Next train home. Sense of achievement. Proud to have left the sofa and returned victorious. Best ride I ever did.
One of those 'over the top and into the gunfire' kind of days. You know you're gonna get soaked by the end of the road and no amount of Gore-Tex is gonna save you. So you go out all guns blazing. Hit the trails early, bigger tyres doing the best they can against the wet roots and chalk. They're not going down without a fight. It's horrible out here today. Traction, grip, clear sight - all absent. Just me, the machine and the force guiding us back round the miserable 18 miles of mistake that was leaving the sofa. 1/2 way now. Turn into the wind for home. Bitter cold sideways wet. Miserable. Painful to the skin actually. So soaked it's comical. Climb, climb, climb. See train pulling out. Seek asylum in a shop and eat flapjack. Next train home. Sense of achievement. Proud to have left the sofa and returned victorious. Best ride I ever did.