A modest 43, from Stone out to Stafford, Eccleshall and on to try and find my lost glasses at the 'bonk' site in Mucklestone (no luck). Ate sensibly, blueberry nutrigrains and dates every hour and a half or so, and the miles flew by...apart from on one longish climb past St Peters Church in Broughton. Despite signs of wearing in from the Brooks saddle, got home to find a nice saddle sore in a barely accessible spot. Chafing. Funny word, but not when the result is thrumming painfully alongside your 'boys'.
Sunday, 1 June 2008
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Wow.
I have to say this is all pretty impressive.
I love the fact that you can ride a bike and scoff your face and that is what you are supposed to do! Brilliant.
Chocks away Kelbo baggins!
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