We may all do this for our physical health, but this last week it seemed more part of a mental health regime for me.
On the ride home yesterday afternoon along Docklandz, I sat behind a dude, apparently call ‘Pete’, who apparently was a kiwi, who apparently had put together , or apparently been part of a small customised jersey/nicks kit run in a dark brown taking the miki outa our favourite Martian: Lance, with “Livewrong” emblazoned in the yellow font we are all familiar with. Had other stuff as well like “Shutduplegz” etc, but I forget.
I didn't share a single word with him, just in case.
Bike rides faster with a lubed chain – it’s kacky black now - just standing near it I get chainwheel grease stains on my right inside calf – mooo....
Just a bike & a place to ride.