I dont mean after a broccli, cabbage and swede lunch, washed down with High Five. I meant a Hooley, blustery, windy, Mork and Mindy, invisible hill, bit blowy.. Bloody great going out .. flying along as if the chain has fallen off. staring at a stupidly high average ....turning around to come back... and then grovelling like a twat trying to retain as much of the average that you have managed so far. The horrible feeling of watching the tenths dropping off as you gnaw on the bars bars..until you arrive home and end up with the usual average speed anyway. King for a little while...
Headwinds.........fuckers....Now go find some friendly KOMs that match the wind.
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