Talking to others about losing the desire to ride after a long season and with the weather turning grim I figured it’d be good to get out for a quick spin to test the motivation. I’d fixed the Powertap squeak (amazing what actually using grease on axles can do) and adjusted some other bits so the bike was actually working well for a change.

Didn’t even make it through the first hour. Got a bit frisky on a windy descent (ok, an S-bend after a small downhill, we’re not talking Alps here) and binned it on a greasy corner. Bollocks. Knew I should’ve changed those squared off tyres. I’ll get to them next time.. yeah right.

Beat the bike back into shape and carried on, missing a bit of fabric from my knicks and gilet and probably some carbon and alu from the bike (cheapest way to lighten your ride). Climbed the next hill and then remembered I’d left my glasses on the wall where I’d leaned the fallen steed (the bike). Returned, grabbed them and carried on slightly angrier for another couple of hours. It was actually pretty good. Then I took a wrong turn up some stupid climb in High Wycombe only to reach the top with the front tyre making a pfft pfft pfft noise. Arse.

Switched tubes out and decided I’d had enough so made the turn for home. Luckily I’d left my lights fitted to the bike because I was out for quite a bit longer than expected.

So, in summary, motivation is okay but my karma has clearly been chewed up and spat out – much like my Lusso knicks. Ahh, bikes are great! 🙂