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And done. 7:36:54. Howling wind and rain, so much that it jet washed all the lube out of the chain and left the bike sounding like there was a family of mice living in the drive train.
A one point there were 20 riders huddled under a garden gazebo at the top of saddleworth moor, like penguins in the arctic, rotating the group to give everyone a chance to warm up in the middle.
Reminded me of this:
Originally posted by mike harding
So if you go 'cross Saddleworth Moor where the wind whips up from Diggle
And you think you hear thunder in the east
Its not thunder 'cross those hillocks it's the ghost of those two pillocks
Knocking buggery out of each other with their tambourines.
And done. 7:36:54. Howling wind and rain, so much that it jet washed all the lube out of the chain and left the bike sounding like there was a family of mice living in the drive train.
A one point there were 20 riders huddled under a garden gazebo at the top of saddleworth moor, like penguins in the arctic, rotating the group to give everyone a chance to warm up in the middle.
And done. 7:36:54. Howling wind and rain, so much that it jet washed all the lube out of the chain and left the bike sounding like there was a family of mice living in the drive train.
A one point there were 20 riders huddled under a garden gazebo at the top of saddleworth moor, like penguins in the arctic, rotating the group to give everyone a chance to warm up in the middle.
I've swapped out the rear cassette for one with some bigger cogs, gone from 11-28 to 12-32 in the hopes that it will give me an easier ride on the steep bits. Gave it a test run yesterday and it does seem to work.
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