Boris Bajic
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Boy the younger, who is almost thirteen, was off to a friend's house (18 miles away) and wanted to ride. I went with him and we had a nice run through the Hereford/Gloucester borders.
There were little spots of rain, but nothing much. He loved it; I loved it. On the climbs he was up over his bars like a miniature Pantani.
Then, on my way home (alone) the clouds just pissed on me with everything they had.
Standing water was everywhere and cars were passing me stupidly close.
One car (3 Series coupe, but I won't say the marque) passed me at mirror distance on a pissy wet 30 mph descent into a corner and then braked to slower than my speed.... right in front of me.
Two sections of road had been resurfaced and there were chips everywhere...
And weirdly... I loved EVERY MOMENT of the ride there and the ride back.
We all like a moan sometimes, but even in ghastly winds and pissy rain and with too many myopic drivers out there.... sometimes it is just heaven. Which it was today.
My legs feel like iron (not in a good way), but my heart is singing. I do like a nice bike ride.
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There were little spots of rain, but nothing much. He loved it; I loved it. On the climbs he was up over his bars like a miniature Pantani.
Then, on my way home (alone) the clouds just pissed on me with everything they had.
Standing water was everywhere and cars were passing me stupidly close.
One car (3 Series coupe, but I won't say the marque) passed me at mirror distance on a pissy wet 30 mph descent into a corner and then braked to slower than my speed.... right in front of me.
Two sections of road had been resurfaced and there were chips everywhere...
And weirdly... I loved EVERY MOMENT of the ride there and the ride back.
We all like a moan sometimes, but even in ghastly winds and pissy rain and with too many myopic drivers out there.... sometimes it is just heaven. Which it was today.
My legs feel like iron (not in a good way), but my heart is singing. I do like a nice bike ride.
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