It's that time of year when I realise just how far behind my promises I really am.
Yesterday's lyrics were familiar, but then again I did see Jools Holland (almost namesake) a few weeks ago. Today's seem familiar too, but a Google shows me to have the wrong Spanish Harlem era worm. Yup, era worm.
Alehouse, road bikes hate gravel, they don't even like rough roads. They are harsh and sharp and pass on all the vibrations from road surfaces. But on a smooth dry road they are very fast. Flat bar commuter/hybrid bikes have got more give about them. My old touring bike with a lightweight steel frame is so much nicer on the bum and hands, this is sounding like an advert for Nivea.
-Never buy a road bike for someone else, they are so VERY personal, you've got to get over the tough love before you really enjoy them.
-A hybrid is the modern tool on offer for most people, and it's good at what it says.
-An MTB is designed for tough terrain, and as a result is quite heavy.
Think of it like this:
-A hot hatch GTI with rail hard suspension and razor sharp steering.
-The car you could take shopping.
-A farmer's Landrover.
LMH: Big bonus points for the mahoosive training run of the weekend.
I've pretty much canned all training this week due to an annoying cold. I swam Monday. Bike Saturday in the pissing rain (great idea, that was), canned tonight's swim and have not even done any singing practice. Too much talking is a challenge.
