I treated myself to a new bike at Christmas but haven't been able to get out on it much because of work commitments and the weather. But for a couple of week I have been planning yesterday's ride weather permitting . So I set of yesterday full pelt, raced up the inclines, nailed it down the descents and gave it full hog on the flats. I returned home after 50 miles, my heart bigger than a lion, my lungs larger than a horse. My thighs bigger than Mark Hughes' . Feeling great that I have set a benchmark to try a keep up through summer. Can you imagine my dismay when I go to load my results onto garmin only to find out I didn't record my ride . Gutted isn't the word.