11 March 2009
Last night I pedaled the gauntlet across town to Chris' house for his first ride since little Owen was born 9 days ago. I felt like an extra in BMX Bandits trying to keep up with the boys on their fixies. They rode like men possessed, manically weaving, hopping curbs and skidding corners. Or men that have recently seen that Charge video!
Another lactic thigh burning paced ride, with only short pauses for whiskey and haribo. Our longest stop, however, involved a sheep, some tasty looking grass and a wire fence with a very small hole. Once said sheep had been rescued from its on stupidity we continued on our way.
Some 30 miles later as I'm stood peeling mud covered lycra off my body I wonder how many other people need to get undressed in the bath at 10.30 on a Tuesday night? Not enough was the conclusion I came to.