resolution fail

Yeah, yeah I didn't blog all year. Things will change, I know I always say that but they will! For a start this can't really be a cycling blog given how little I get out riding so maybe the title will change. And the layout and colours will definitely change. Plus maybe it'll actually get some blog entries this time. Maybe.

back again

Over a month since I last posted. Back to uni and picked up where we left off, plus we have the new 1st years so a fortnight (yes a bloody fortnight) of events and mingling. Have been looking at far too many images of vaginas* and men's undercarriage is the next topic, roll on neuroscience.

*in a purely professional capacity you have to understand

Green is always grasser

Well that title isn't what I meant to write but I guess it can stay.

Reading blogs (cycling blogs not those torturous "how bad is my life"* blogs) is a great window onto pieces of kit you'll never own, approaches to fitness, bikes and bacon and different parts of the world. It's this last point that has my brain ticking over more than anything else, partly fuelled by a constant desire to travel but also because it feels like some blogs seem to exist within a dream world, a place where every street looks interesting and every dirt road is an adventure.

Exhibit A:


Just an ordinary street but there's so much crammed in there; a yellow fire hydrant, so much foliage, a boat and in the background some sort of offroad attack vehicle.

Exhibit B:


Doesn't that road just shout adventure? Ride along here and you may never come back. If you do come back you won't be the same person that first set out along here.

Exhibit C:


We don't have roads like that here. Full stop. Much less roads like that with such greenery alongside it.

Ah well one day, one day I'll set off on a ride in some foreign land and hanker for wet and dreary.

First couple pics from mod spot and last one from IF blog both of which are definitely worth a read.

*like this one for example

Das Schizel

Nice. This is how you make a proper bike team, check out the custom head badge. To the drawing boards weasels!

must stay a w a k....zzzzzzzzzzz

Leaving the house at half 6 and getting back 11 and a half hours later for minimum wage does not a happy boy make. Still, there's only 3 weeks and 3 days left....

Pass!

Results came out early, a text from a friend lead to a panicked takeover of Carla's laptop and heart in mouth I logged into my email. Pass. In fact I did far better than I anticipated. Thank fuck it's over. I'm not too manly* to deny I may have even shed a tear. This has been a long time coming, around 15 years in truth, but I've made it over that first fence, it's been hard, hellish at times but I'm on the other side thanks in no small part to the person that's picked me up and told me to man the fuck up when necessary, made my tea more times than either of us can remember and never begrudged me picking up a bike to go and flog the demons out of myself. It was nails and I could never have done it alone.

*Some if not many would argue I'm far from manly at any given moment

laziness

It's pretty bad when you can't even be bothered going riding. The sun is creeping through however so maybe I'll strap a set on and head out.