It’s pretty remote out here in the Yorkshire Dales. Thankfully I’ve had a flocking good time Drafting team Black Sheep. Of course I seem to get Fleeced in the sprint and sometimes the roads are too rammed to get near the front.
bridging across to the breakaway:
A last cycle through SAS Campus while my badge still works.
A little time to reflect. A great place to work but I’ve got other plans.
Yes, I am the local legend of Settle Nipple. Nothing else to say.
Sadly, this weekends Tour de Femme charity ride was cancelled due to 7 inches of rain in short order.
On the plus side, there were chances to reflect on the role of the charity ride sweeper. Could this be enforced wheelsucking with free food at the end? Perhaps volunteer next year….
Anyway, at least I had chance to draft my fine family femmes and watch the water drip from my bottom bracket. Life is good.
Cycling with your partner is a dangerous situation that can have huge ramifications. In short, you must protect the illusion of your cycling mastery or you may end up doing dishes or dropping the kids at the pool instead of your Saturday warrior ride with the musketeers.
Here I am drafting mine, saying things like – I think I’ll retire or – we’re out of eggs. Distracting techniques that allow me to wheel suck 80% of the time and even choose the coffee stop location.
