Why am I here?


Why am I here? Not in an existential way, just why am I here on blogger?

My intention is to record good stuff that I do - bike rides, baking, making and visiting - and the silly, clumsy stuff too.

Watch this space and I apologise in advance if my updates are a bit sparse. I never was much good with diaries...



Wednesday, 23 March 2011

I were right abaht that saddle though

Oh dear, nearly two weeks since my last update and there's very little to tell you.
Weight loss minimal, been off sick for 3 days with some crappy virus that made me lose my voice but the important bit is..
I got the bike finished!!!
After a minor headset catastrophe (as in, the one I had was not complete)  - and I thought I was going to have to go for a hardcore off road ride with the girlies on the Halfords hybrid bike. That could have been interesting, but as it happens I got her finished in the nick of time.


My precious
And as it also happens, because of illness - not all of it alcohol related - I baled on the ride, instead opting to ride the 28 miles home from Bakewell because I woke up ridiculously early and I am crap at being quiet.
I mailed J before I set off and then just as I got to the other side of Bakewell he texted to see whether I wanted picking up. I was actually quite prepared to ride all the way home - I wouldn't have set off in teh first place if I hadn't been - but he offered and I was ill... I made it to the other side of Calver, half way up that big old hill, when he got to me.
I went back to bed for the rest of the day. Poorly and almost mute.
I had Monday booked off as holiday so I (stupidly?) went for an 18 miler with the boys and Bimbenstein was great.
See...


At Wyming Brook, waiting for the boys.

 She is a much more suitable size for me and even though she's going to take some getting used to with different gear ratios etc I don't think near-silent gear changes and not kneeing myself in the boobs is ever going to get old... The only problems were a pedal crank that insisted on coming loose and the fact that I had put one of J's old but expensive saddles on because it was to hand and I think it was designed for little boys with slender bottoms, because my fat bird arse was killing when I got home.

As painful as it is, I think the saddle that says Windie on it is going to have to go on the bike. It's like it was made for me. In more ways than one...

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