I know I bang on about bikers here in London not getting the whole riding through the winter thing, or at the very least complaining every time the temperature drops below 5 degrees, but I do have a confession to make. I’ve been off work for the best part of two weeks; during that time there have been many days when my wife has been at work that would have been perfect for taking the bike out for a spin; for no other reason than to just enjoy the ride. But I haven’t. At all.
I have very good reasons for not going for a ride. The first few days were taken up with sorting my new house out, my wife had asked friends around on Christmas Eve you see, and with only three days space from moving in day to guests arriving I had quite a bit to do to get it presentable. My wife was working of course so couldn’t help – so that was that, three days down, then we had guests and you can’t run out on them; can you? Then of course it was Christmas day and we had the family to stay for four days, so there was no way I could run out on the old folks was there? Then of course I started my 16k service so the bike has been in bits since then – so still no ride – and unless I finish the service tomorrow I’ll have no bike to do the dull commute into work on.
So I’ve wasted my time off and not gotten a decent ride at all over Christmas and the New Year – and it’s all my fault – sub consciously I suspect that I’m turning into a soft southerner. This is not a good prospect.
