I was knackered before last night's ride and to be honest two hours of trying to keep up with The Fun Hoover was never going to improve that!
As we headed off down the road towards the woods Baz asked me to look at his arse. No we've not developed tendancies in that way! His tights didn't feel right and I confirmed the buffoon had put them on the wrong way round! Once we got off the road he stopped to quickly reverse things and got away with surprisingly little p*ss taking considering....
On the initial sections of singletrack I was behind The Fun Hoover who had assumed the lead. After a few minutes I realised I was blowing big time keeping up with him and reined it back in order to not be absolutley knackered after a few minutes!
It worked for a while with The Hoover having to keep waiting for me and those behind me. Unfortunately I stopped to remove a stick from my rear mech and those that passed started keeping up. I was therefore playing catch up and struggling for the rest of the night.
The trails in the woods are bone dry and super fast at the minute. It's a shame I'm not!
