I treated myself to a day off on Friday, with the aim of riding my bike more than once over the weekend. Here’s how it panned out:
1) I decided that my iTunes playlist is a tad stale, so the twenty minutes I wanted to spend copying music over from my PC turned into a two-hour swear-o-thon as iTunes refused to do anything I asked of it, yet had somehow managed to download a load of U2 tracks that I’d previously spent ages deleting.
2) My Stumpjumper, now freshly cleaned and lubed developed a bit of a squeak. I relubed but the squeak remained – that turned out to be the knackered PF30 bottom bracket I’d decided not to fix six months ago.
3) Sunblock (or lack thereof) plus latent ginger gene = soreness and a very bad glove tan.
4) After ten weeks of relative temperance, I’d managed to somehow demolish three pints of real ale, four cans of Speckled Hen and half a bottle of Glenfiddich over the course of Saturday.
Oops.