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It's a bit more complicated than that...
As I understand it, the crank issue was caused by someone swapping out a double for a triple, and failing to remove a spacer. Once the spacer was removed the crank fitted properly. And in the interests of SCiENCE I should observe that a sample of one ride is not a proper experiment - it is entirely possible that the punctures were caused by objects picked up during the dry part of the ride.
What TimO doesn't mention is that he shared all the secrets of the world's Mars missions during our trip from Brighton to Croydon. I may have missed some of the finer points, and as befits a former civil servant working in one of Her Majesty's more secretive organisations he may well have obfuscated a few things, but I think it's like this.
The guiding spirits of missions to Mars are Wallace and Grommit, Wile E Coyote and Nick Park. All of the work is done a top-secret research lab somewhere in the Surrey Hills where they have a big sandpit with red sand. Because Martians are real all the material sent into the sandpit has to be very carefully cleaned. Wallace, Grommit and Wile E Coyote are the brains of the missions - they do things like design big bouncy beach balls and bits of string which unfold unsupported in space. Nick Park then creates them out of plasticine and asks TimO and his colleagues to post their rockets so that the beach balls and bits of string can deliver them safely into the sandpit.
Rereading that, I think I must be a bit zonked. Or perhaps I've misunderstood some key points. Perhaps Agent Hilda, who I know was hanging on Tim's every word, will report back later.
Meanwhile, both User13710 and Wanda2010 had maiden uninterrupted Beacon ascents (chapeaux, ladies); User13710 reports elsewhere a frankly scary 49.7mph maximum (she says rain might have got into her computer, but watching her shoot downhill I believe her); Team Fast left for London soon after breakfast and are probably close to home by now; Team Slow, led by StuartG and Redfalo, and including Wanda2010 and Andrew Br led shortly afterwards. I'm afraid I wimped out - the route was too easterly for me and had very few possible bailout points, and my second cup of coffee didn't revive me. Instead I headed up to Croydon with the rocket scientists, went straight back down to the platform for a London Bridge train, did my regular commute across a bizarrely empty central London and just about stayed awake to home.
What TimO doesn't mention is that he shared all the secrets of the world's Mars missions during our trip from Brighton to Croydon. I may have missed some of the finer points, and as befits a former civil servant working in one of Her Majesty's more secretive organisations he may well have obfuscated a few things, but I think it's like this.
The guiding spirits of missions to Mars are Wallace and Grommit, Wile E Coyote and Nick Park. All of the work is done a top-secret research lab somewhere in the Surrey Hills where they have a big sandpit with red sand. Because Martians are real all the material sent into the sandpit has to be very carefully cleaned. Wallace, Grommit and Wile E Coyote are the brains of the missions - they do things like design big bouncy beach balls and bits of string which unfold unsupported in space. Nick Park then creates them out of plasticine and asks TimO and his colleagues to post their rockets so that the beach balls and bits of string can deliver them safely into the sandpit.
Rereading that, I think I must be a bit zonked. Or perhaps I've misunderstood some key points. Perhaps Agent Hilda, who I know was hanging on Tim's every word, will report back later.
Meanwhile, both User13710 and Wanda2010 had maiden uninterrupted Beacon ascents (chapeaux, ladies); User13710 reports elsewhere a frankly scary 49.7mph maximum (she says rain might have got into her computer, but watching her shoot downhill I believe her); Team Fast left for London soon after breakfast and are probably close to home by now; Team Slow, led by StuartG and Redfalo, and including Wanda2010 and Andrew Br led shortly afterwards. I'm afraid I wimped out - the route was too easterly for me and had very few possible bailout points, and my second cup of coffee didn't revive me. Instead I headed up to Croydon with the rocket scientists, went straight back down to the platform for a London Bridge train, did my regular commute across a bizarrely empty central London and just about stayed awake to home.