I was running late leaving work, been trying all morning to drink enough water to keep hydrated but it felt like I was on a losing battle, working in someone’s loft changing a tank in this heat you could count as inhumane torture, sweating more than I could drink…now there’s a lovely image.
Skipping my breakfast so I could finish early, first thing I did when I got home was wash the bike which was still dirty from Sunday’s gruelling P.M.C.R.C, 5 hour H & H. A quick change of rear wheel and a casual once over it was straight in the van, down the motorway for the 35 minute drive to Bagshot.
    
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