i had grandiose plans for this weekend.
unfortunately the derailleur tab on my boardman had other ideas. It is made from cheese-grade aluminium and had distorted beyond recognition. i couldn’t get the elliptical rings to clear the tail of the derailleur.
this means no time trialling until it’s fixed. i’d already put in a DNS on the road race so this weekend has been a complete write-off. I went out and got some base miles in instead, which has to be of benefit at this time of year when i’m mostly doing shorter rides. i shall do another longer ride tomorrow.
everywhere is jubilee fever, although it clearly means very different things to very different people. the middle-class rural enclave of Chew Magna celebrates with a genteel village fete and various mild activities. The 3 Lions pub in Bedminster seems to prefer a savage outbreak of rampant jingoism, washed down with 17 pints of wifebeater.