After my accident on Tuesday, I have been hanging out sans cycle, getting itchy feet (time for a bath perhaps) to get out there again. I had to cycle across London this morning to take it into Evans to be assessed. The sales bloke looked at my bike and said, “That looks a bit screwed!”. Thanks Sherlock, never would have worked that one out without your infinite wisdom.
Besides all the waiting, I have been maxing out my credit card sorting out all the rest of the gear I will need for this outing. For a three week period of using human power to travel, this journey is sure costing me a lot!
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Cool. It took almost a day to find this info. Thanks, great job. 🙂