PeteXXX
Cake or ice cream? The choice is endless ...
Why do I/we take such sadomasochistic pleasure in riding against 40MPH headwinds, in lashing rain & hail, freezing weather and grinding up hills more suited to mountain goats than humans on a velocipede? (and dragging others along, or being dragged along, so just so we share the pain?)
Stupidly, I actually enjoy riding in the most atrocious weather and conditions, and even enjoy struggling up a hill (though not necessarily at the time!)
Or is it just me?
Stupidly, I actually enjoy riding in the most atrocious weather and conditions, and even enjoy struggling up a hill (though not necessarily at the time!)
Or is it just me?
