Season's end?
It feels like this summer has fallen off the edge of a cliff. Our regular group of weekday evening club riders is dwindling and I don't blame those who switching to indoor training or minimising their cycling for the next few months. It does feel a little early to be hanging up your cycling shoes though. On Wednesday we had a testing ride featuring a triplet of punctures and temps barely clinging on to double figures (C). As we were fixing the first two punctures in tandem down a dark country lane, I heard a bang akin to a small calibre revolver. Luckily it was just a botched puncture repair attempt, not someone overcome by despair. At one point a kind (!) Audi SUV driver pulled over and offered to put his hazards on to keep us safe. We must have cut a pathetic site, I said aloud. Soon after I gulped down a gel to keep energy and mood up. Scott would have made it back with a gels, I'm sure. Could probably use them for fuel too. Just as we were warming up we suffered a t