While Sarah is sampling the delights of an increasingly autumnal Scotland, I’m keeping the cat company and making the most of some spring weekday morning solitude to play.
Having spent a couple of hours over the weekend re-juvenating Sarah’s hastily pre-trip discarded back wheel (new drive-side spokes; the old ones chain-mashed with a late-noticed loopy rim), I’m riding un-fat to test it. The dual-squish allows greater speed and fewer consequences of a poorly chosen line; not to mention a greater jumping confidence. Grins and the odd giggle with the last (no audience) are tempered by a few near hits as I forget that narrower tyres don’t suffer fast-cornering fools gladly.
The day is bright, and promises to be cooler than the recent few (overnight rain and a departed front). I explore a few less-direct options to the routine, and only complete the remainder relatively continuously when my stomach growls for attention.
The remainder a sampling of spring activity and colour.
Maybe somewhere different next week – or maybe just using the peace to ride the other way without risk of salmon-run global frustration?