Very sorry to hear that it's impacted on your cycling. May the weather gods shine on you with blue skies and warm sunshine.
It's looking like this week and next gets much warmer so hopefully you can throw a leg over a crossbar soon.
Tales from today's commute....
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Very sorry to hear that it's impacted on your cycling. May the weather gods shine on you with blue skies and warm sunshine.
It's looking like this week and next gets much warmer so hopefully you can throw a leg over a crossbar soon.
TC99
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What a nice post. I'm getting back. I did the London to Brighton last year on my Brompton, that was good. I aim to be back on the cycle soon.
HLaB
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Sorry to hear that. I had an op, chemo and also underweight because of it which has wrecked me bad enough but I escaped radio! I hope you are on the mend 🙏
TC99
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Left work knackered and unwilling into the once more cold, pretty brutal headwind.
By the time I'd reached town I'd at least warmed up and gained a little enthusiasm; these both buoyed further by slowly winding my way past a delivery dickhead over Magdalen bridge.
Out north on the usual convoluted route to the park; stopping at M&S to rummage for bargains. Seemed the only things reduced were the sandwiches; which turned out to be my only purchase in the name of the homeless bloke outside... This after much anxious deliberation over whether to buy him one at all / what filling to get after he expressed no preference / whether I'd be judge by providing a yellow-stickered item.. he appeared happy and grateful for his eventual all day breakfast and I went on my way.
Those I passed on the tow path on the way back into the city were notably more cheery and civil than usual. A short, crap session on the rings was had once I reached the park but it least it was something and I felt tangibly better for a bit of a stretch.
Down the back of the railway line to Botley, bumping into my sound upstairs neighbour outside the supermarket; who embarassingly I didn't recognise at first.
After a bit of a chat scored some reasonable bargains and headed home, getting low-level cut up on one of the roundabouts by the business school by some muppet coming from my left as I wanted to go straight across / right. Pillock ended up parked on the roundabout behind another vehicle on the exit and I managed to thread between the two; deploying a well-aimed "you f*cking dickhead" as I passed.
Now with the wind on my side I smashed it home along the tow path, again amongst very pleasant, accommodating people.
Now back home with some cracking jungle on waiting for my £2.61 melt in the middle smoked haddock fishcakes to finish cooking.
If I felt this good all the time, life would be so good...
By the time I'd reached town I'd at least warmed up and gained a little enthusiasm; these both buoyed further by slowly winding my way past a delivery dickhead over Magdalen bridge.
Out north on the usual convoluted route to the park; stopping at M&S to rummage for bargains. Seemed the only things reduced were the sandwiches; which turned out to be my only purchase in the name of the homeless bloke outside... This after much anxious deliberation over whether to buy him one at all / what filling to get after he expressed no preference / whether I'd be judge by providing a yellow-stickered item.. he appeared happy and grateful for his eventual all day breakfast and I went on my way.
Those I passed on the tow path on the way back into the city were notably more cheery and civil than usual. A short, crap session on the rings was had once I reached the park but it least it was something and I felt tangibly better for a bit of a stretch.
Down the back of the railway line to Botley, bumping into my sound upstairs neighbour outside the supermarket; who embarassingly I didn't recognise at first.
After a bit of a chat scored some reasonable bargains and headed home, getting low-level cut up on one of the roundabouts by the business school by some muppet coming from my left as I wanted to go straight across / right. Pillock ended up parked on the roundabout behind another vehicle on the exit and I managed to thread between the two; deploying a well-aimed "you f*cking dickhead" as I passed.
Now with the wind on my side I smashed it home along the tow path, again amongst very pleasant, accommodating people.
Now back home with some cracking jungle on waiting for my £2.61 melt in the middle smoked haddock fishcakes to finish cooking.
If I felt this good all the time, life would be so good...
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Ok my curiousity's piqued, What's a 'jungle one'? Googled it and I only found an e-scooter, but I don't think you'd want to eat one of those for your tea.
Sorry; should have been "jungle on"... currently hooked on the early-2000s dnb / jungle (argue amongst yourselves as appropriate) present in / inspired by video games of the era
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