Yesterday morning got a phonecall from the offspring at college. "Forgot my
keys for my bike locks..."
BAH. Teenagers!
Anyhow, it was windy out, so I thought I do the run up to college on
Norbert, him being of the 'bent persuasion.
It was a headwind up to Fakenham. Indeed, it was so blowy, I had to pedal on
the downhills just to keep going. Halfway there I developed my own personal
raincloud. I did not have my waterproofs and Norbert did not have mudguards
on the front and he is still with knobblies. The result was I was
splattered, head to foot, with rain & mud. On the outskirts of Fakenham, I
developed my own personal downpour, of sleet, so bad I could not see more
than five yards in front. To top it all, everytime I tried to go into the
big chainring, the chain was lifted straight over the top of the chainring.
I was wet through, chilled to the bone, muddy, oily and in a bad mood. It
took me an hour and a half to do the 13 miles. BAH!
I dripped puddles of muddy rainwater on the floor of the office at college.
I got some very strange looks from the office staff.
The one positive was my thoughts that on the way home, at least I'd have a
tailwind.
But no.... the wind died down somewhat on the way home. My personal
raincloud stayed with me. The chain fell off another two times. I got more
oily from sorting out the chain. I got even more wet, even more cold and
even more muddy.
I was not a happy bunny.
I have never been so knackered and so cold on a wheeled thing. I was chilled
to the bone. As soon as I got home I tore off my cold, wet and muddy attire
and went for a soak in a warm bath. For the rest of the day my legs *ached*
Guess I won't be fit enough for the Etape 06 then!
Cheers, helen s