I rode a bike!

Today was my first proper ride of the year today, and the first proper ride on the Singular Peregrine. Nicky wanted to do another 17 miles before the end of the month so after procrastinating with the aid of toast and coffee for a few hours to avoid the rain we ended up heading out along the cycle track towards Saltford.

Leaving the track at Saltford we headed up the Double Gravity climb, looped round through the back of Keynsham, picked up the cycle track again and then headed into town to top up the miles. We arrived back home after 20.5 miles in pretty much two hours dead just as the rain started again.

The Peregrine worked superbly now that I’ve fettled the brakes a bit more, it still weighs a ton but thanks to that it was fantastically stable on the downhill bits of the route. Despite woolly socks and toe covers, I still ended up with cold toes though.

The Beat – Komedia, Bath

It’s not often you see a band fronted by a father and son, but Ranking Roger and Ranking Junior (you’ve got to hope that they never get interviewed by Jonathan Ross) did sterling service keeping the capacity crowd entertained. They played all the crowd pleasing favourites including a particularly good cover version of Rock the Casbah dedicated to the original rude boy, Joe Strummer.

All in all a fantastic night despite the preponderance of bass early on in the set.

Fairport Convention – Wyvern Theatre, Swindon

An early departure for Swindon to ensure we’d be in time for a meal in the restaurant before the 7:30 start.

The support act, Dark Horses were good, and were joined on stage by Fairport for a rendition of Si Tu Dois Partir. Fairport then continued on their own for an hour before the interval which was followed by another hour of Fairport. We were entertained with plenty of good tunes and some witty and self depreciating banter. The finale was the obligatory Meet On The Ledge with Dark Horses joining in on stage.

All too soon we were back on the M4 heading home again.

Going carbon

The Lemond now has almost a full compliment of Campagnolo Centaur components fitted. I bought it with Centaur hubbed wheels, and quickly replaced the Veloce brakes with the Centaur equivalents. Following the purchase of some pre-enjoyed parts, it now has carbon Centaur levers and a matching rear mech, leaving just the Veloce front mech to let the side down.

The hand me down Veloce shifters and normal Centaur mech will probably make a move to the cross bike at some point provided I can source a Campagnolo spaced, Shimano splined cassette.

#173 – Trainspotting

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life . . .

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?