Monsieur Remings
Guru
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- Yatton UK
Or to be more specific in Burrington Coombe's case, Goat Grids, wild ones that stand on the edge of a precipice with the balance of a ballerina. Anyway, sods aren't they? On holiday in Cornwall recently I found that all the cattle grids had an opening next to them for pedestrians, horses and, yes, cyclists. So why not here, over the Mendips, beloved as they are to me?
Now, I have been known to be a bit of a cyclochondriac, worrying about inane things like rain and other such regular annoyances/irrelevancies to the seasoned, initiated cyclechatter, and put right I was and very thankful too. But, would you, or do you ride cattle grids on those skinny little road tyres? I always feel like such a wazzock dismounting, but I really can't see what good can come of rattling over the buggering things.
Is this rational?
Now, I have been known to be a bit of a cyclochondriac, worrying about inane things like rain and other such regular annoyances/irrelevancies to the seasoned, initiated cyclechatter, and put right I was and very thankful too. But, would you, or do you ride cattle grids on those skinny little road tyres? I always feel like such a wazzock dismounting, but I really can't see what good can come of rattling over the buggering things.
Is this rational?