RIVINGTON AFTERMATH
(unofficial)
What a day - never known such a rate of attrition! Gav doing his back in, people calling in sick in the morning, mrlee showing up like death on a bad day, Kiran's forks exploding in the car, Martin sporting just three chainring bolts and I, happy in the knowledge it'd be a sociable jaunt, turn up on the super heavy monster only to find it's just me and the NW whippet, no wonder I ache today
I suggested that the carvery we passed on the road in looked excellent and very reasonable but to no avail.
So we slogged on through the arse deep bogs, clenched across ice-slippery slabs and skittered down evil root fests. Great, manly stuff! Cracking views all the way out to the coast too.
Then I snapped a cable and Captain 46t tore the flange of a perfectly innocent rear hub, and so the carnage was complete, Kiran got the flask of soup out and I tried to dry my sodden feet on an old sheet as I'd left all the towels at home
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