I'm walkin'. Yes indeed, and I'm talkin'

From the rooftops I see houses, I see counties that border sea.
In the distance foreign mountains, one of those rivers is calling me.

There's only four ways to get unraveled. One is to sleep and the other is travel.
One is a bandit up in the hills. One is to love your neighbor 'till
....his wife gets home

Some kind of vague travelblog, about this n' that, and whatever else I may encounter on the road.

Saturday, 13 June 2009

Weapon of choice

Another day closer, but still as unprepared. I had my last training ride on friday, which went well but wasn't really as long as I'd have liked. Anyway, can't complain now, it's done. I just need to get through 5-a-side tomorrow without picking up any injuries.

I really have to knuckle down and get out the maps. I need a route planned for the first leg (Land's End to Manchester...or thereabouts). I'll think about part two while I'm at Glastonbury.

Notice the stylish wear n tear on the handlebars and ever-present rust stains.

I thought a bit about sorting the bike out, maybe fixing it up a little, a few replacement bits etc, but then realised that I've done between 1500-2000 miles over the past 15 months and haven't needed to change anything. So, a puncture repair kit is all that's required. Other than that, I'll just take my chances.






What a piece of junk!










She'll make point five past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid. I've made a lot of special modifications myself (the pannier rack, mostly).

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