I’ve got a proper post about this but unfortunately I also have a proper beer in my hand, so instead let me just say that’s about the windiest weather I’ve ever encountered in soft Buckinghamshire. Never before have I been able to trackstand by merely turning into wind and gurning.
And at about 4pm this afternoon, the sky turned inky black and rain battered the office windows. It was – frankly – rather frightening when contextually joined with having to ride into or through it. So I hid in the pub until the nasty weather had gone away which left a mere 30 MPH headwind to struggle past. In vein I looked for a fat bloke to slipstream but they were all inside eating healthy pies so I broke my own “don’t try this, you’ll die” rules and hung onto a bus for a while.
That was also quite frightening in an invigorating my life’s about to end kind of way.
Still apart from the 11 new fence panels, half a roof full of missing slate and the unknown whereabouts of a less than aerodynamic cat, all is well.
Because I have beer ๐
I thought it was great. That was of course, because my journey home, was in the same direction that the wind was blowing. Which highlighted one of the issues of riding fixed, you can’t just let god push you along.
Yet another reason to burn the heretic fixed gear. You’re just making it harder for yourself and that’s got to be wrong? Right ๐
But surely by that logic, Alex, you should sell all your bikes and buy one with an engine?
Off to Newport Velodrome Monday, woot! Fixies rock..
We’re not at home to reasoned argument here Barney ๐