In an unprecedented step over the last couple of weeks, the evil feline alarm had a fault and did not come to me until 08.18! Being a Sunday, there was much rejoicing until I couldn’t remember last night’s routine so that I could attempt to replicate it for tonight. I’m superstitious like that. I made use of our sheltered garden and got work cleaning the 2 remaining bikes in warm sunshine.
Master12s was easy and quick, the crosser less so. She had been the victim of wet roads and greasy grime had collected on the cogs so had a lengthy degrease and wash. I also adjusted the saddle forward as my posterior had a go at me during the week for it being in the wrong position. It was another perfect excuse to go for a test ride and sit in my peaceful spot while Mrs B2W reclaimed her position as roast chicken Alpha. Apparently I’ve been covertly challenging her spot but really, she can have it if it means that I can ride my bike in the sun.
It was a lazy Sunday ride but a short one as I had plans on a snooze after a late lunch to the tones of a famous Ashes draw on TMS. Only the English can celebrate a draw like that. Only the English can invent a game that sees no result over the course of playing for 5 days! But, as in riding a bike, it’s all about the journey, not the destination. Nap achieved, Mrs B2W and I then went for a walk where I showed her all of my secret trails and the dog found another pond to bathe in. Being part labrador, she has moved from proficient to expert with this.
With the noise from a garden party 2 doors down (which isn’t supposed to happen according to the lock down easing guidelines) I went for another short ride on the crosser to look at the sun set on another glorious day for some peace and quiet.
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