“Some days are diamonds, some days are stones”. Which I’m sure is an ancient platitude, though I can only recall it as the equally uninspiring John Denver song - released long after his halcyon days and marking the beginning of his angry, gun-totin’ neigbour period. Possibly it was the release of that album that drove him to it.
Notwithstanding my being a bat at the best of times, riding in the dark is a dud. Riding on the aero-bars in the dark is even more unnerving, and the chances of “a down” from hitting a hole or rough section of road are really elevated.
It’s staying dark quite late now, worse with any cloud cover, and it will obviously be exacerbated with the passing weeks to May.
Crazy morning ride – pot holes, lights packing it in, flat tyres. Argh!
Still, we are all in one piece, and boxing on. Contador on the other hand is having a significantly worse day. Mind I am stunned that he would take clenbuterol as it has been detectable for at least 15 years now – even in small traces..
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