In the continuing saga of “sorting out downstairs” I’ve been spending a great deal of time shinning myself on lots of random wheels that are littering the Singletrack offices.

There seems to be something about wheels. No matter how useless or battered it may be, we cyclists seem loathe to throw a wheel away.

And they are the single most awkward bloody things in the world to store. They take up a surprisingly large amount of room. Their rotund nature means they delight in continually rolling out of their allocated place. They can’t bear to be stacked next to any other wheel – they immediately attack each other and get all meshed together.

I think the only solution is for us at STW Towers to each think of some random “bike project” and each take a pair of the bloody things home with us!