
I am clipped in tight.
The traffic moves too slowly.
I am falling over.
The traffic moves too slowly.
I am falling over.
Just over a year ago, at 41 years old, I decided to venture into the hobby of road biking. A good friend, who has quickly become a biking mentor of sorts, suggested that I keep an on line diary of my trials and tribulations. So I started noting them here. However I reserve the right to jot down any other nonsense that might spring from my subconcious.
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