‘Champagne shoulders’: those sparkling epaulettes that gather and glisten in the sunlight as you snot rocket over your shoulder

I were right about that saddle though…

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68YmGO3tn70[/video]

Car ****

I have never had champagne shoulders.

(Although I may have had champagne feet)

I think my rear hub is sticking!!!

‘Distinct lack of gription’ (or the opposite)

Quite often if I’m forced to ride on a road:

“You **** bastard”.

As yet another motor vehicle pushes past.

Pie

My mind is often clear. Just words like wow, amazing countryside/view, so quiet and this is fun. Along with, ooo a deer/bird/squirrel. Or, hello cow, hey doggie.

Off road that is. On road it would be words of hate towards drivers and get me off this bloody road. I feel much the same driving.

When I get part way up a long climb; “just keep spinning, just keep spinning” in the voice of Dory from Finding Nemo

“Arrrggh – tree!”

“Not another hill!”

I descend the new bermy trails near me with Queen’s ‘Somebody to Love’ in my head. Seems to fit somehow and I hit every berm on the start of each bar.

Pudding.

There’s a pint and an open fire at the end of this .. 🙂

Often it”s “There may be trouble ahead but while there’s music and moonlight lets face the music and dance ” I find it often rolling along in my head when I ride.

Why am I doing this? As I force myself out on a nocturnal ,subzero, mud fest.

More of a riding ear-worm, but i get Papa wont leave you Henry by Nick Cave going round and round, especially uphill. And if the rain ‘p155es down on me’ then all the better.

Chanting ‘free the mind, and the legs will follow’

Ded zen innit