Why wouldn't my legs work when I got up at 0545 this morning?
Hmmmmm, I'm running out of bikes to rob bits from fast, multi coloured spokes and wheels. A new rear mech and hanger would probably be good.
The North Wales is a bike and leg wrecker.
Top weekend with top blokes, many thanks to Jim for planning and execution (mainly of my thighs), Craig for erroneous smells and general frivolity and Duff for his tenacious, never say die attitude and sharing his sleeping mate with me (whether I wanted it or not).
The taxi was nice ehh lads (the Range Rover sport not the people carrier back).