Whatever that means
Soaked on the road into work. Got there just in time for it to stop. But the failure of any water to penetrate the Carradice means that I can probably go for something less bulky than the big doubled over dry bag that I’ve been using as belt to the saddle bag’s braces. An envelope sort of thing made of some waterproof ripstop nylon. We’ll see how that goes.
Ellen does another fine stand-in. Still rocking the Pedal on Parliament t-shirt with a milk moustache too. Ah, if looks could fully capture a daughter’s future disdain for her embarrassing and pain in the arse Dad.