Today I rode to the stupormarket at the top of the hill. I was wearing my SPD sandals, which I haven't yet fitted cleats to – this is good, because the black bike, that I was riding, does not have SPD pedals. There are three sets of traffic lights on the way there. They were all red (of course) and as I put my foot down at the first one, there seemed to be a very slight draggyness in the sandal-pedal interface. Fair enough, it's pretty much first time wearing them, and they do have a fairly heavy treaded sole. At the next light, the resistance was, and at the final set, at the top of the hill, more again. A couple of hundred metres further on, I got to the supermarket, locked bike up, went in. Click! Click! Click! goes my left foot, which is my putting-on-the-ground foot. The bolts holding in the cleat cover were loose and one was protruding about 5mm. But being a utili-tourer-once-audaxer, I have tools, albeit not with this in mind, but it's just a 4mm allen key. More fortunately, because this is the posh stupormarket in the quietly posh part of town, there is a nice bench outside. And on the way home, the lights at the bottom of the hill were green; yeay momentum!
