Due to a strange set of circumstances, I found myself running out of bikes this morning, and the easiest option was to get the full-susser out. I know this normally brings on heaps of scorn from 'proper' commuters, but it was a lot of fun. The bike has only ever been out in the country, so this was its first taste of tarmc proper. All the carp roads that have been giving me grief because of my wooden tyres were wafted over effortlessly, the upright position was a relief and having disc brakes was tremendous. OK, its not the lardiest of its type (Giant Anthem) but its heavier than the other bikes, but that didn't matter. Slower? Yes, but who cares? I think I'll use it again, even when the bairns art project is over, I learn how to replace a shagged free-hub and unseize an STi shifter, and my mates girlfriend gets her written off bike replaced and gives me the hard-tail back.
Cycling is (or should be) inclusive and tolerant.
Unless you are one of those imbecile student muppet ninja tossers who deserve to impale themselves on a 4x4 or bust a rim jumping the kerb or.. <pant>... I'll just get a pint of medication, must be off.
Cycling is (or should be) inclusive and tolerant.
Unless you are one of those imbecile student muppet ninja tossers who deserve to impale themselves on a 4x4 or bust a rim jumping the kerb or.. <pant>... I'll just get a pint of medication, must be off.