Tomorrow, Maurice and I set off on our own mini adventure.
I’m used to riding my beautiful angry blue handlebar-ed Mira up and down speedy country lanes – or (making attempts at) smashing up dual carriageways (though this year they’ve been more twisty country lanes – why is that??) on Roo-be-Roo the TT bike – usually paying little attention to much other than pedalling.
Now: For something completely different.
We’re going “Touring”.
I’ve had to specifically purchase items that I’m sure are designed with the sole purpose of making ones bike slow. The offending items have been fitted to my bike, namely a rack and panniers – and the whole caboodle has been taken for a little spin.
I’ve been informed the bike will feel a bit funny at first, but actually Dulce felt quite ok. She wobbled a bit when I got out the saddle but still felt smooth and I didn’t feel in danger of wiping out on the corners.
The plus side of all the anchoring devices is that Dolce and I are now a totally self sufficient unit. Lovely Dulce (my 21st birthday present, first road bike and the start of a beautiful relationship with cycling) and I have some nice big pockets, and effectively we have everything we need stored to live a very simple life of rolling along, sleeping and eating, for a week (ok – with the help of Maurice who carries the tent to go with my poles ;-p) :
And… I think that’s it.
The bike now looks like a wonderful vehicle for making my bum look smaller: