Wednesday, 26 January 2011


Nightriding with Chris last night. From the shop we headed over to the berms at Prestwich before winding our way towards Bolton. I really wasn't feeling like riding, in fact I felt like going home, curling up in a ball and crying. I wasn't even chatting. Somewhere on the way up Winter Hill I started to enjoy it more and the Belmont descent made us smile. Then Chris took me to the pub for a birthday pint, or three ;-)

33miles in total.
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  1. I felt like that on last Wednesday's night ride, couldn't keep up with the boys pedalling downhill so gave it up and let them carry on and went home. Well done for sticking it out.

    I did find out a few days later that my forks had zero air in them and were just pogoing like mad even on the flat which wouldn't have helped (d'oh).

  2. I can never keep up with Chris, except for the fact he waits for me. I think it was more of a comedown after the hard ride on sunday, hoping this evening will feel better.