At about 6 miles into a ride with my gf on Friday afternoon, we stopped for a quick seat post faff, at which point , having not noticed, she asked me where my lid was. As I awkwardly ran my fingers through my hair I realised I’d left it in the van.
As one who always rants on about the importance of such things – smashed lid following big off etc- imagine how difficult it was when , as we got back to the car park, we met a mum and dad with a child of about 4. The child was sporting a helmet and was obviously in the throes of being told how cool it looked and that the lady there has one on and her husband………………doesn’t.
Each to their own, I m adamant about that, but oh boy I did feel like a bit of a fraud !