"it's a flat ride, with a few hills at the end" said simon, "about 25 miles". ok, sounds good, just what my legs need, i thought. the only problem being the on going saga of my inability to maintain a working bike. i'm sure changing brakes pads shouldn't be a dark art but mine just seem intent on impromptu resistance training.
proving i'm not entirely incompetent, simon also confirmed that the brakes are in fact, a bit rubbish. with some brute force and loosing a little fluid the wheels could almost spin freely. oh well, lets ride bikes.
the trails were perfect. dry. dusty. hard packed bridleway. conkers are falling and leaves are crunchy under rubber. stopping for secret ingredient flapjack under the dappled shade of an oak tree we couldn't believe it was october.
legs are far too sore for such an easy ride. pudding was required. a school dinner-esque, sloppy, lemony delight.