Oh dear. Faff is a British thing then?
This might explain the British economy and the British riding ethic?
Reminded that as a young ‘un I’d return from school, spurn book work, and just play on my BMX.
Now I work, work, work and produce what is needed. Then I think about riding. Then, at the weekend, I actually do it. Well, 40% of the time. Life intervenes in the rest.
But, actually going for a ride? Yep. Faff is a big part of that. Is the bike I’d like to take ready? Do I need to jizz it up? Does it need more chain lube? Do I need to pop it in the back of the car or can I ride from the driveway? Are the pads evenly spaced from the discs? Are the lights charged enough? Is the saddle just so, or does it need a tweak? Have I got the right tool or parts in my disaster bag?