Whatever that means
The legs were less putty-like than I’d expected though it was another solo dawdle into work without the poorly TFP. Lunch was a quick jaunt up to Evans to see if they had a particular fat-tyred bike and it turned out they did so that was ordered. Early December. So there’s plotting and planning to be done for the Spring – some short runs, some longer and then the Great Glen Way in May. The idea of losing the weight of the bike seems rash but necessary.