A chilled early morning roll out. The roads were still wet. It felt more like a Ride of the Falling Leaves rather then a midsummer spin.
The route was 'experimental.' We ended up getting lost.
Bloody Strava was playing silly buggers. I reckon it was about a 50km round route taking in Lawford and then over towards St Osyth.
Remember: If Strava didn't record the ride, then you didn't ride it, right?
The road bike held up well. I carried out some 'mechanical fine tuning' the day before. The magic of WD40 never ceases to amaze me.
We passed an old boy en route once, twice and then a third time. Maybe he was lost out in the Badlands as well?
I admit to keeping my distance from Anna. She was leading once again. Sorry, love, but I still don't trust you with that wibbly wobbly de-cleating action.
And that was Sunday to be honest.
Back on the bike again tomorrow.