Waterland
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Self-portrait (2022) |
Things thawed out. Sub-zero nights and barely-above days lasted a week. Double digits within 24 hours and the rain came too. Chucking it down and sustained. The lanes awash with the deluge. Didn't fancy my chances with this one.
I took the footbridge, the depth gauge suggesting a soaking of the bottom bracket and the feet was avoided.
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This one was doable |
The bike felt good today. The last few rides, the gears weren't always shifting smoothly, some ghost shifting too. A clean first, to quote Grant Peterson - “Taking a dirty bike to a tune up is like eating Kimchi before going to the dentist” - then an anti-clockwise turn of the rear derailleur's barrel adjuster to tension the cable a touch, and all well. What a difference to the feel of a ride when everything is working just so.
My riding has been inconsistent of late, my slow and steady jaunts a fumble for some sort of fitness. Plus the pheasants of course, the number one fowl responsible for unhurried pedalling.
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