boab, grumping well... Hope you found some string, before becoming a bike park
Ah haa, evidence that I did manage to ascend on the bike...
I think it was the only time- I walked EVERYTHING. Shedding considerable lard since the Anfractuous has not helped my 'climbing ability' one jot.
The birthday-present-from-my-dad reflectives are doing a fine job in the picture, too.
And no, I never did manage to sort my trews, and although I stayed firmly near the rear, there were still far too many riders who may have seen far more than anyone wants to of my milky white backside. My sincerest apologies.
Note to self: You are not hard, and you are not a man. You are a gurl, and should not attempt to take a fixed wheel bicycle west of Cambridge.
Many (many) thanks to LWaB for pre-start fettling which allowed me to have power for the ride. And many (many many) thanks to Chris S's #2 Son who permitted me to steal the fettling bits from skippy.
Lovely lovely soup at the end, unmissable. But I think unless I man up a bit over the next 12 months (I may have muttered the verbotim phrase 'training') I will be taking gears next year.
O, and +1 for the new start. Beech trees in the morning was all win.