Lock in

If Carlsberg made lock-ins....


In a bike shop with 15-25% off everything, with free beer and pizza.

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New wheels

Finally the one call from Wheelies that I was waiting for: the new road bike had arrived. Less than 24 hrs later it was in my hallway getting it's bars straightened and pedals fitted.


It is a black and yellow thing of carbon beauty, weighing in at only 8.7kg (with reflectors and pedals fitted).

Within a further 24 hours she was doing her first commute home. Despite getting slightly lost on a new route variation we still shaved 5 minutes off the time even after we'd stopped to admire the view.

Weekend Warriors

Chris and I were on a roll- this was the third Sunday running we were heading out with the Oddsox. However when I drew back the curtains it was apparent the day was more suited to arks than bikes.

I thought we'd better go since I'd told some of the committee I'd be going and would have my membership money with me. There was only one other rider there planning to head out in the filthy weather.

We had a late start: Chris noticed a puncture as soon as he got his bike down from the roof rack. It took a while to sort out, wet hands, stiff tyres, wrong inner tube, etc. I gave Chris my last inner tube and then were off.

Within 250 meters I felt my end wandering- another frustratingly slow puncture compounded by the thought that we'd just used my last tube. We sent the other rider on, and were very close to calling it a day. But then I found the offending thorn, and rummaging through my bag for puncture repair kit I found another tube. Our luck had changed.


Weekend warriors. We were out for another 2 hours in the end. We got well and truly muddy but didn't get too lost.

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