Showing posts with label John Chambers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Chambers. Show all posts

Saturday 10 February 2024

Super Clarty Super Fun

 

Glenn Johnstone
Playing on my Silverback Synergy Fat Bike

Everything pre-sorted the night before for this mornings mini adventure. To be honest when I checked the weather yesterday I wasn't sure I would be heading out for a ride with John & Peter, I'm getting soft in my old age.

I messaged John telling him I would have a look out my window early on and make a decision based on A. The weather and B. If I could be arsed. Anyhoo I was up relatively early, peered out of the window and thought it didn't look bad and I felt up for it.

I had already chosen my weapon of choice, and as such had fitted the tendons to my Bartlett Tendon. I had decided to take my Silverback Synergy Fat Bike. My other bikes are in need of some TLC, my old Ibis is a bit of a dog and needs pulling out of the shed and servicing. My Sandman Hoggar, which I love hasn't been used in a while either. Not sure I would have got all the way around on that bike, as man the Surly Tires fitted drag like hell.  My Orbea Gain gravel bike wasn't suitable for where we planned, so it came down to the trusty Silverback Fat. You see now that I am down to 6 bikes it's very clear I need to restock my stable so that I have a choice dependent on conditions and what I intend to do LoL.

And to that I am still on the fence about a Santa Cruz Heckler SL and recently I have been looking at an Orbea Laufey H-LTD 2024 which is an analogue 29'er.

Orbea Laufey H-LTD 2024
Orbea Laufey H-LTD 2024

As I mentioned the tyres on My Sandman I may as well tell you about the Shwalbe's fitted to the Silverback. These are absolutely terrible in the mud, how I never fell off today is just pure luck as I was sliding and loosing traction all over.

On to todays mini mud fest. Well 9:00 am arrived and no John or Peter. There I was waiting outside and trying to see up the bank, the fog becoming thicker in the 10 minutes I stood waiting. John then called saying Peter had a puncture in his back wheel and was on trying to fix it. I took the time I was waiting as an opportunity to go across over on to the green opposite our house to clear up a black bin bag which had been left by some scuffy git, the contents strewn all over the grass, empty beer cans and pizza boxes and other various bits and bobs of rubbish. Ern came out to help and  gave me a pair of gloves and one of those picky uppy thingies. After completing my community service John rang again saying Peter had now tried fixing the puncture 3 times, but it just kept going down.

Time to call on the services of Super Ern. Ern and I had a quick rummage in our shed and found two 29'er inner tubes, jumped in Ern's car and headed up to Peters. After inspecting his tyre and wheel and handing Peter one of the new inner tubes he went about installing it. "What do you mean Peter you don't have any tyre levers"? Peter then tried using two spoons. Upon going to inflate the tyre "Psssssssssss"! "Ok lets go down to ours and try the other tube down there as we have more gear"  

Yay it stayed up

Down home Ern removed the tube Peter had just put in, Peter must have nipped the tube a there were two small nicks... Damn spoons. Ern and I then had a go at putting in another new tube and although it was a faff and really hard to get the tube in without being nipped, the tyre appearing to wide for the skinny little rims, we eventually managed and the tyre stayed up. Moral of the story "get some tyre levers, oh and a track pump".

Ok we were off, heading down the street and going up to the farmers trail. 

Heading to No Place and then Beamish.

Farmers Trail 

Glenn Johnstone

Me and Peter coming up the muddy farmers trail

Going into Beamish Woods and having a little play. I took John & Peter to where the jumps and berms had been put in. Quite a bit of pushing up the hills as they were slippy as hell with mud and  roots.

Glenn Johnstone
Pleased I put my long Endura pants on today

Glenn Johnstone
The Stream was pretty high today 

John

All the fallen leaves looked pretty

I had a quick bash at coming over one of the drop offs and John who was acting camera man with his fancy Apple phone got some decent shots today. 

Beamish Woods

Glenn Johnstone
Love not acting my age

Useless Fat Tyres with no grip at all

Following on from Beamish and having traversed the trail at the top of the woods, we then got on to a off road section that would bring us to the main road, and we headed as if going towards Sunnyside. I was pretty tired, however just kept plodding away, until we got back on ayet another off road trail that would take us towards Tanfield Railway.

A little plays in the puddles at this point.

Nowt like playing in puddles

Glenn Johnstone
Don't think the old dears where impressed with me playing

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Peter having fun

Once opposite Tanfield Railway's car park, we headed along the Causey Arch Road and to the picnic area and took the trail towards Tanfield, riding along past the Industrial estate and  up on to the C2C and from there home.

This burn was hand dug out and is really steep at yon side

I said my goodbyes to the lads and when I got home was he my bike. Ern and I had a Quick Look at my Race Face dropper seat post as it had been sticking throughout my ride, then. went indoors. My dad had got me an allay breakfast. I had a  lovely hot shower got me clothes back on and the wolfed down the breakfast which I was really ready for.

A very enjoyable ride, even if my old bones are slightly aching a bit.

Saturday 27 January 2024

First Ride Out of 2024 Prosthetic woes and time to reflect.

Proper enjoyed the first ride out of 2024. Yes it was a tad chilly, yes my prosthetic leg was constantly coming loose and annoying me, and yes I had to wear a pair of gigs because my eyesight has continued to get to the stage where if I don't wear them everything is just a blur.

I went out for a ride with my long time pal John and he introduced me to one of his friends Peter. We had discussed earlier in the week via WhatsApp where to go and decided a short venture up to Hownsgill Cafe would suit us. John hasn't ridden for about 6 months and whilst I have been riding everyday, it's generally just 30 minutes or so indoors on my turbo trainer.

Usually my prep for heading out is a case of rushing around in the morning and trying to find things I have always mislaid, however lthe night before I had prepared my stuff, so this morning was a nice relaxed, well semi relaxed, as I was aggravated and stressed over my leg not fitting sort of morning.

I had made sure my Orbea Gain eBike was full charged. Deciding to take this, as it makes life a little easier, especially as I wasn't going to be wearing tendons on my Bartlett Tendon Knee. I am down to my last 2 shouldered studs for the cams, as I have been finding they have been snapping for some reason. I didn't want to risk snapping the last ones, until some replacements have arrived. So not taking my Fat Bike and therefore having to fit the tendons and cams, was the plan. As we were just going to be riding mostly on the C2C route and no muddy woodland trails. Ern (my Dad) has measured the shouldered studs and been able to source a place on line to get some replacements, almost £60 for 10, so quite expensive So hopefully I get out with tendons on soon. I have sold my `Specialized Turbo Levo and would dearly love a new E- mountain bike, it's just they are expensive and what with having my current leg issues I think I am going to have to put future plans on hold.

A nice steady ride up Durham Road and onto Wear Road and John's, yes I cheated slightly and had the bike on Level 2, however apart from coming up the bank I didn't have the bike turned on throughout the rest of the ride. I met John at his house and he introduced me to his new wee dog "Bruno", he is a Pomee something or other breed, definitely doesn't look like a Bruno, `I think `I am going to call him Frank. Nobbling after Peter rode over and John introduced us.

  

Glenn John and Peter
Glenn, John and Peter


We had a quick ride to Asda so I could get a few quid outdoor a breakfast then off we went heading to Consett . As we rode up towards Consett in certain areas single file, it gave me time to think, of how much I enjoy just being out in the fresh air and try to reflect on yeah things are not great prosthetic limb wise, nothing is fitting and a lot of stuff needs replacing. I have just been back to the Disability Services Centre, this is where I get my NHS funded bits and bobs. I attended yesterday to take delivery of a new socket.

I am currently on wearing it to see if I can get away with it. So far the jury is out, it feels uncomfortable compared to my old socket. When I fit a seal it feels like I am being pushed out of the socket and when I sit down I lose the vacuum seal which keeps it on. Im feel like Bambi on Ice walking. It is soooo! stressful and frustrating, I just want to get on and do day to day normal stuff, however at the moment almost every thought from getting up to going to bed is based somewhere around " Aww F@$king hell this poxy leg" or lack of it. So many people take for granted just being able to climb stairs, run, dance or even trip up but be able to catch themselves. I can deal with having my leg amputated, it's the fact of when my prosthetic leg doesn't fit, it just brings me right down. Anyhoo getting back to the reflection bit, I just thought "Glenn count your blessings, your out, your trying to make the best of a bad situation, and give yourself a little credit, you haven't given up". Maybe I am getting a little better at not being So hard on myself all the time.

  

Glenn on the Orbea Gain

My prosthetist from the DSC rang me in the afternoon following my visit to inform me my Rheo XC microprocessor knee is about buggered, so she is ordering me a new one, and would I also like a new foot. "Sure what ever you think best" I replied. Just a shame I cannot get a new Bartlett Tendon knee and socket from the NHS, as both of those need replacing. 

I can't imagine not being able to ride, it is so much of who I am, it has kept me going, given my opportunities and I have met so many awesome people through cycling. Being disabled... weird as I have just subconsciously stopped typing whilst writing this sentence and thought to myself " What I'm disabled ? I don't think of myself as disabled, I am just different". Yet being different is very expensive. Again it makes me realise how fortunate I have been in the past to be supported by various people and companies.

Moving on I guess I am going to have to look at approaching various foundations fort grants and doing a lot of saving if I want to continue cycling.

For the time being it's going to be a case of trying to prolong the life of my worn out bits n bobs, with replacement bolts and possibly some Gaffa tape to keep my leg attached LoL.

 

Parked up at the cafe



Anyhoo back to the ride, we ended up at Hownsgill Cafe, each of us ordered the full English breakfast and a cup of coffee. Not badly priced I think, I don't go out much for meals so not sure of the current cost of stuff, but £5.70 for the breakfast and £1.60 for a coffee which certainly hit the spot on a cold morning seemed like a good deal.

  


The ride back was as pleasurable as the ride there, a little easier coming back I would say, with some good craic, so all in all a canny morning.

 

Me and Peter

I couldn't be arsed to get my phone out and take pictures, so relied on John to send me some snaps through. John is like Inspector Gadget what with his new fangled Apple Watch and phone Lol.

Cheers John for the few pics.

The End.



Saturday 13 August 2022

A Wee adventure in Myrtle to Druridge Bay.

 John and I had thought about heading out for an overnighter, taking Myrtle on a kind of road trip, just for a few days. Thing was that we had left planning a little late, and as I explained to John, Myrtle hadn't really been on any far-flung road trips since having her fuel starvation issues sorted. I am pleased to say, that this does appear to have been remedied by the fitting of a fuel regulator and a Facet electric fuel pump, which my dad very kindly installed and plumbed in. In mentioning the Facet fuel pump, I do also have to say "Man it's loud". I can hear the bloody thing "Tick, Tick, Ticking" away, hopefully when I get around to fitting the sound deadening and rugs this will quieten things down a fair bit.

  

Myrtle 1965 VW Bug
Myrtle looking all shiny

Oh! And as John and I, had talked about wild camping, which isn't so bad when taking the bikes, as you can go covertly, when thinking of taking a small car, it's a little bit harder to be inconspicuous, so Scotland would have been the best option as you can wild camp, within the law. I did a little research, and you need to apply for a permit for Loch Lomond and the Trossachs, however if we were to go over to the Forests of Galloway there is no permit required, it's a canny old trek, especially in an old car, and we would need a lot more planning.


I know I have posted a lot in the past about all the problems my dad and I had with Myrtle's suspension. I lost count of the amount of times Myrtle was up on stands with her wheels off and both my dad and I removing, and then replacing, her various suspension components and then measuring stuff. Anyhoo you know what I think was the cause of all her suspension problems? In fact, I now know. It was a faulty Air Lift manifold. I bought the complete setup from Limebug, brand new and had it fitted by professionals, however the car never felt right from day one. It always rode, how can I put it, "Wonky". It wasn't until a few months ago, upon having to use Myrtle for work as Tango, my beloved Wee Smart car was off the road for repairs, that I started getting an error with the driver's side, rear bag not fully deflating, when using the remote control. A long story short I contacted Air Lift, sent a few videos and within about a week I had a brand-new manifold. Now that the manifold has been installed by my dad and I, Myrtle has been spot on, and I am no longer stressing about every time I come to a speed bump, or in having to worry about her looking and feeling "Wonky". Now when I get in Myrtle and I check in her glove box, looking at the Air lift controller her pressures all remain where they should be, and she goes up and down, on the touch of a button.


My dad and I have been out for a few short trips in Myrtle now, mainly going shopping or to pop to Costco for fuel, over at the Metro Centre, and she has driven spot on. So I was quite confident taking her for a drive up as far as Druridge Bay yesterday
 

I awoke relatively early with the plan of giving Myrtle a wash and trying out this new Meguiar's Hybrid Ceramic Wax that I had looked at on YouTube and then bought from Costco. I quickly read the instructions which are pretty straight forward, wash the car, rinse the car, apply the wax whilst the car is still wet, turn the hose on again, and allow the wax to spread over the car, then using a micro-fibre duster dry the car and buff up the paint work. I am actually quite impressed with the stuff, it's so easy to use and Myrtle was all washed and polished and gleaming in under an hour. Apparently the first application is the most difficult, and then you can just use a liberal amount of the wax as a top-up. Any water on Myrtle no just beads off her, and she feels slick, and looks glossy.

 

Meguiar's Hybrid Ceramic Wax
Meguiar's Hybrid Ceramic Wax Good Stuff This


Myrtle done, I popped up to Stanley for a quick haircut, then came back home and got sorted ready to go and pick John up. I popped my cooler box into myrtle and the vintage boom box Ern and I made which was connected to my Mp3 player which had loads of songs on for the day.


Once I had picked John up we headed to Stanley and Home Bargains and bought a few bits and bobs for the day then we were off, following directions using Google Maps on John's phone.


The A1 North bound was as frustrating as ever. Even though it was stop start for a while and a very hot day, Myrtle never flickered, she just kept plodding away. She did stall on two or three occasions, however that was more to do with me and still not having the semi-auto clutch control down.


The drive on the lonelier country roads with the windows down was awesome. It can be really pleasurable just to drive an old classic car with no mod cons, you know a simple dash, with one clock, no air con, no electric windows and the sound of a little 1200 cc air cooled motor plodding away, yeah not for everyone I know, but for me, now that Myrtle is running sweet, it's a relaxing experience. John and I also noticed just how many people smile as they see Myrtle, well most, I mean you can get the odd irate driver who has to be somewhere that is really important, and you know getting that one car space ahead of you will make all the difference.


Once at Druridge Bay, we discovered it was really busy. I had to park Myrtle on the grass and there wasn't any great opportunities for photo's, hence not many here. We took the cooler box and headed down to the beach.

  

Druridge Bay Beach
Druridge Bay Beach sea fret coming in

John and Me

Me on the beach
 

It started out really hot and then a weird sea fret blew in. We decided to have a walk along the beach, and before long you couldn't see more than about 20 to 30 meters in front of you. 


It was like walking through a cloud. In fact, that was what it was, as we soon discovered we were quite wet. I am not sure how far we walked, however it must have been canny far, as it felt like it took ages to get back to the trail where the steps took us off the beach and past the Highland Cows, which we had seen in the field as we approached the beach. I was thinking to myself, "poor things, they must be so hot", what with their long fury coats.

Poor cows must get so hot
 

We then had a walk right around the lake at Druridge Bay, it was a lovely stroll. 

 

Druridge Bay Lake

At one point, two robins came within about 3 feet of us and sat perched in a tree nearby. They appeared unfazed and sat as if waiting to be hand fed. I have never actually seen a wild bird this used to people. One of them actually sat whilst he/she had their picture taken, which John captured, such a pretty, happy looking little bird. We continued our walk around the lake and then headed back to Myrtle.

  

Pretty little Robin
 

   

Walking around the lake trail

Myrtle started first click, and we were soon on our way back home, again with no dramas. Myrtle plodding away, showing between 50 mph and 60 mph on her clock, which I think was more like 40 mph to maybe 50 mph, lol. She is what she is, not a supped up race car. Now she is more like a reliable tortoise that will get you from one point to another. And so goes another mini adventure.

Ooh! I did have one little problem. I think when we have fitted Myrtle’s steering wheel on, or the steering column, that the indicator stalk mechanism is getting stuck as I put weight on the steering wheel, like say turning a corner, Myrtles indicator tends to come on unexpectedly. My dad was on the case upon my return when I told him, he loves working on the old girl LoL


Thursday 28 July 2022

Getting lost in Beamish

 I had no real plans for my days off, so it was a lovely surprise when my mate John Whatsapp'd me to ask did I fancy a tootle out on the bikes.

Glenn  Johnstone Farmers Trail
Farmer's Trail
 

I message John back telling him I couldn't be faffed with attaching my Bartlett Tendons, so I would be using my Orbea Cyclo X bike, so we would have to plan a route taking this bike and not one of my mountain bikes. John was happy with this, he just wanted to get out for a little while.


As I went to sort my gear out, I couldn't find my Race Face shower jacket. It's a handy thin bright Orange stowable pullover type affair. I then recalled I had left it in the back of Grandma my Bug, so I had a ride down to her garage, opened up the garage and grabbed my jacket from her boot. Whilst I was there, I started Grandma up, just making sure her battery wasn't flat. I have to take Grandma to the dent doctor on the 5th August as she has managed to get a dent in her... I hasten to add AGAIN! In exactly the same place. This was whilst she was sitting up in our backyard having her new brakes fitted just the other week.


Anyhoo gear sorted I had a leisurely ride up Durham Road, using my Orbea Gain on Max assist, level 3, as well... I can.

I didn't have long to wait for John, as he had been dropping his daughter off at school. I told John I had forgotten my bike pump and that on the way up, my tyres felt a little soft, so we headed back down to mine and I retrieved my pump and put some air in my tyres.

Then we were off heading for the Farmer's Trail, to No Place and then down into Beamish, passing the top end of Beamish Museum, dropping down to the Museums farm and past Beamish Golf course. We turned onto the trail opposite Beamish Hall and continued up through the woods, till we came to the road that can either take you to Sunnyside or Lamsley. We headed Left as if going to Sunnyside, however detoured along another trail and headed for Hedley Hall Woods and the car park.

John and the Woodsman
John and the Woodsman

John taking pictures
John taking pictures
 

Going through the car park, we were soon on the newly constructed pathway at Hedley Hall Woods and followed a route to where I wanted to show John the sculptures that had been installed. We then did a spot of off-roading down a trail that was rather overgrown, so much, so I ended taking us a different way to what I had planned, as I couldn't see the trail. I also fell off at one point as the undergrowth was so long, and I lost sight of the trail and went down a dodgy bit that was obscured. I wasn't going fast, so no harm done, and both John and I had a laugh about it.

Glenn Johnstone
Glenn

Glenn Johnstone
Undergrowth got a lot thicker

Glenn Sculpture
At one of the weird sculptures
 

Finally, I figured out where we were, we had done a large loop and actually came out at the pond we had not long ago passed at Beamish. We rode a little further, then I saw what looked like another nice off-road trail, amongst the trees. It was the sculpture trail, sure I have been on it before, so I led John up that way. It wasn't long before the trail became more difficult to see which way to go, as the undergrowth crept in, and before long we were off pushing our bikes. The tress then started to get thicker and the terrain muddier and steeper.

 

Duck

Glenn Knackered
 Knackered after all this fighting with weeds and pushing

Low tree Branches
Low tree branches

Glenn Johnstone
John thought we were going for a ride, not a hike

I just appear to have this knack of getting us lost close to home. More pushing ensued, and we were both bad laughing as we were trying to avoid getting nettled, plodging through mud and then there were the really low tree branches and the slippery slopes both up and down. I kept getting my prosthetic foot snagged in the under growth, so the majority of the time I was tripping all over and in a constant battle to get anywhere. Eventually we came to an area after climbing a rather large bankside and John said "It's a dead end, no one has been this way". As I got to the top of the bank and surveyed the area John was right, the plants were like waist high and I couldn't see a path. Sod it I am not going all the way back I thought, so I spurred  us on, and we made our own kind of path.

Man with a spade
Man with a spade
 

Yay! We must have been going in the right direction as we came back onto a trail at the top of yet another steep bankside, and we were back in Hedley hall Woods where we had already ridden.

Finding our way and heading back home was easy now, and that's what we did, a nice spin along the Causey Arch on the new tarmacked path, well until it ran out. Then up towards Shield Row, and we got on the C2C all the way up until the turn-off for Iceland at Stanley.

John popped into Gregg's for a couple of Gregg's dummies, mind you, he came out with a bag that looked like it would last a week. And that is another mini adventure completed.

Tuesday 8 February 2022

First outdoor ride of the New Year 2022

 Normally I would be keen to get out and about on my various bikes, regardless of the weather, however in reality over the past couple of years, yes as long as that, I just haven't been going out quite as much. I mean, the whole covid situation had a lot to do with it when I found myself having to shield for around 9 months, and by then I had become quite used or should I say addicted to just jumping on my road bike, which is set up indoors on my cheap Tacx turbo trainer. It's warm, I can watch TV or listen to music and when I am finished no requirements to wash a dirty mud strewn bike.

Of course, this has not been the only factor in my lack of enthusiasm. I am really struggling with socket fit, so each ride is a fairly uncomfortable one, and for some reason I had been snapping a lot of tendons on my knee and also encountered another issue with my knee that I have never had before. This is that the bolts that fit through the BTK Cams shear off every now and again. I can only put this down to me having a G2 BTK frame and using G3 tendons and cams. With the G3 tendons being slightly longer, I am wondering whether my riding style is not maybe as fluid and causing a "snap" at the top end of my movement. That said, I wouldn't trade my BTK knee, after using various incarnations of the design since 2009, it is this piece of equipment that has kept me going.
    

Jimmy & John in South Moor Park

Anyhoo this blog is actually about going out into the real world for a ride, something I have really missed. My friend John, who I don't get to see all that much because of other commitments, messaged me asking me if I fancied a ride out with him and a friend of his, called Jimmy. I am still currently off work, due to socket issues, and so I was in two minds. You see, I have been brought up from a little wee lad to believe if you were sick, you had to stay at home and couldn't play out. I have my mam to thank for that. If ever I was off school, no way was I allowed out, it's kind of stuck.

The previous week I had had a chat with my boss from work, and she advised me to do what I could when I could, as well it's good for your mental health, so I agreed I would head out with John and his mate Jimmy. I prepared all my gear the night before, this meant reattaching my cams and tendons on my BTK knee. Being wary of the 4 bolts, I made sure I used my small torque wrench. It's a most excellent piece of kit, I love it's small form factor. It is made by "fwe" sure I got it at Evans Cycles some years ago. It uses small torque sockets which go from 4,5 to 6 nm.

fwe mini torque  wrench

Great bit of kit

The following morning I had a ride up our bank towards Stanley and met up with John, Jimmy soon coming along and John introducing us. A quick discussion on where to go, and we were all off, deciding to head over towards Chapman's Wells, with the possibility of doing the Lanchester Valley to Consett loop and then back home. I informed the boys I wasn't sure if we would have time, just I had to get back as I had been invited out to lunch by one of my old work friends and another work friend, somewhere over near Cramlington, a place called the Snowy Owl.

 

Doesn't matter where you go always got to get off and lift bikes over a style or gate

Splashing through the icy puddles

Jimmy enjoying himself

More puddles to play in

Weather wise, it was pretty chilly, with frost in the air and the various puddles we encountered covered in ice. I have mentioned this before I am sure I love either the sound of the braking ice as you ride over it, or in the autumn and the sound of dry leaves as you ride through them. It's the little things when you are out and about that can bring you joy. Sights, sounds and smells of the great outdoors.

Nice being out in the fresh air
 

We encountered quite a few frosty and icy puddles on our little, what turned out to a be a 20-mile ride. We also discovered lots of damaged and up rooted trees, from the storms we had not so long ago. There was a huge tree that had fallen in South Moor Park. It must have fallen across the path and the council had been down and chainsawed it into large sections to make the path accessible.

It's funny even as we get older get a few lads together, and you can see the child in them, as we each took turns to ride through the iced up puddles, crunching through the ice and splashing up the cold water beneath.

It can get really windy blowing down the valley

As the morning went on, the weather became a lot milder, the frost disappearing and the ice melting to make the Lanchester and Chapman's Wells trails that bit muddier. We turned off at Hurbuck Cottages, instead of going all the way up to Consett and I took John and Jimmy up the long up hill winding back road, I think it's called Gorecock lane towards Greencroft.

 
Riding along from Maiden Law

From there back along to the Morrison Road ends and back to Chapman's Wells. A nice climb up the farmer's Trail, and we were at the top of Wilka's Bank and followed Wagtail Lane to the Bridleway that leads down to South Moor Gold Club and from there a ride through the Font and John and Jimmy said their goodbyes when we arrived at my house.


My pops was coming out of our house and very kindly helped me with my bike putting it on charge for me. Not enough time to clean her. As I got indoors and removed my sweaty gear and put various bits and pieces away, I noticed a big box at the bottom of our stairs...Yay my Ukulele had arrived.


Proper enjoyed this morning's ride out and pleased to say apart from my Fitbit cocking up, and my mobile phone dying, it's old, nothing else went a miss. My Specilazied Turbo Levo appears to be working fine now that the TCU has been replaced. I am now going to try and make more effort to get out riding outdoors, prosthetic limb dependant, as upon getting back I had a few new very sore areas.