After my grand declaration
mid life crisis of commencing riding by bike to work, I have started to see a flaw in the system.
You see, on day one I set off full of enthusiasm.
Managed to cross the road in one piece.
Then as I crossed over a bit of dirt track (which I like to call my cross country stretch of the trip)
and a dirty big branch from a gum tree fell to the ground literally metres away.
I nearly fell off my bike.
Then with grim determination I continued.
Sadly it was a case of going
"too hard too fast"
very soon I was buggered!
By the time I got to work, my legs were like jelly and I couldn't talk for at least 5 mins.
A veritable record for me!
Anyway, hair check was ok and I had a leisurely ride home, all good.
by the tail gating old man
on a gopher!!!
Not good at all.
My ego is dented.
I am driving the car!
(Hopefully it will be raining and no one will know I wimped out.)