It sure as hell ain't going "bikingly"!

Well, the view I had as I was pootling along on my bike on Saturday morning was nothing short of glorious. It was a cold, crisp Peak District morning, the grass was flecked with frost and I was flying, metaphorically rather than literally. If my verbal picture isn't quite enough, here's a photo.



Thirty minutes or so in, the numbers a looking good and the brisk breeze has just turned into a tail wind when I here an almighty crunching noise. After pulling over my rear derailleur is completely totalled, the spokes of my bomb proof (but clearly not rear derailleur proof) are pretty much trashed and cabling is strewn across the road. Despite an attempt to set the bike up as a fixed gear and ride home it was pretty clear my ride was over.



All this resulted in a slightly longer ride than I should have done today (having recommissioned the bike I had decommissioned about 5 days earlier. A mix of being slightly pissed off and some more remarkably good weather meant an hours spin turned into just over 3 hours. Ooops!

Plenty of photos to follow as I head to Bangor, Wales for my bro's birthday, assuming it isn't raining 24/7 as the current BBC forecast seems to suggest.