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h, summer.The timetoride
lots and spanner less.Unless
it rainsall day, in which case
there’s oftenthatsudden
mysterious urgetocarryout the service
the old ruin suddenly needs,and maybe
fitanewpartortwo,maybeatyre.
Maybe the chain’s slack?This is likely,
giventhe somewhatexcessivedamp of
the early summer.
Thereisalsothatmysterious guilt /
cussedness thing,wherebyIsometimes
justfeelcontraryanddecide thatthe
roads aretoo busy inCornwall and
Devoninsummer, so whynot do some
spannering andavoid the queues?The
answertothatWhyNot? is easy,too.
Because this entireyear so far has been
frustrating–seriously so–inthe oldbike
spannering department. AndasIdonot
enjoyendlesslygrousing,you’vebeen
treatedtothe oddridingreportand a