Last nights Handicap kicked the stuffing out of me. I was straight to bed after that.
I'll take 1/2lb of that spinach please Soarer, and I've ordered a juicer and an ultra sport Continental tyre.
If that doesn't work, the tyre gets juiced. I have a sneaking suspicion I might be out of 'gains' now, and predict my progress will be a little more torturous and hard earned....a day I have feared since I returned to my turbo.
Might find myself wheeling out the 'picking a kitchen' or 'rescuing a bird stuck in a tree' excuses before too long, if Camlo doesn't pop in here and grass me up.
Your return to your turbo placings has been earned the hard way. I've been in the same place for a year. Normally stuck as Billy no mates in the midfield while Bill, Aaac, Rick, Bob and others leave me standing and Randy and co getting a bit closer. I've tried staying with Bridgy but he is just a touch faster, maybe with you in the midfield mix we can work together to make the gains, although I expect you still have gains to make, I'm not sure I have unless I find some other vice to give up, or start using gels.