Spring. The time for the hard men and women of cycling to show their mettle; hit the cobbles, tracks and puddles of Flanders and the low countries. One day, I really must go. Yesterday's ride was a somewhat more modest affair, but with copious amounts of rain, extremely deep puddles that came up over my overshoes and very greasy roads it was my own little Spring classic. A 35 mile route with the only real test being a haul up and over Crocknorth, trying to stop the rear tyre from slipping all over the road. Absolutely the best ride I've had in a while.
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| Puddles over my feet |
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