A sunny afternoon tempted me away from my desk for a gentle mooch around local back roads on the '98 Explosif. I'd pushed quite hard on a run last night so focus was on just turning the old legs over and airing out the lungs.
It was breezy but lovely to be out. One thing that's developing rapidly on our dirt roads during this dry spring is that traffic tends to hammer stretches of the gravel into a series of sharp corrugations. If you can't steer a line through them, these can batter you and your bike quite severely, shaking your fillings loose and rapidly sapping your momentum -- not to mention your will to live. Local MBT'ers tell tales of critical bolts shaking themselves loose entirely.
Suspension doesn't help much and large or small wheels don't seem to make much difference. A friend who lives at the end of a long stretch of dirt road has virtually given up riding because the corrugations have reached such an extreme state that negotiating them is a huge disincentive.
Anyway, today's low-stress pootle meant the corrugations didn't get me down -- at least it's dry and warm!
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