It's Just Like Riding a Bike

I need to stop waiting until I am completely shattered before blogging (reader, he will not stop).

Aside from what felt like the 100th zoom call of lockdown with all the in-laws, today was a day for doing things that I hadn’t done in a while, that I used to do a lot.

It finally stopped raining, so I removed my old tyres, scraped out all the old dried up sealant, and spent an hour swearing as I struggled to put my new tyres on (I really don’t know why I’m so bad at it).

Steady as she goes

It felt great to be back on the bike, great but a little unfamiliar. Going from riding at least twice a day to not once in 12 weeks has taken it’s toll, but I’m sure it will all come back to me.

It reminded me a little of when I got my first bike as an adult, maybe 4 years ago. I was so unsteady it was laughable. There were moments on my first 2 or 3 trips out that I wondered if something was wrong with the bike.

I rode it where I like

After jumping on the bike I had to decide where to go. So fucked off across the Tyne and up to the Ouseburn and papped my pub.

There were crowds of drinkers with supermarket beers lining the banks of the burn and some that had invaded the beer gardens of closed pubs. So I didn’t linger.

Next stop was Almasty Brewery to pick up a 6 pack then a turn around to begin the climb home.

Tasty Beverage

The beer was good, which was never in doubt.

But not as good as the ride.