The conspiracies of life
Since coming back from the Antipodes, life has conspired to keep me off the bike. And I’m not just referring to the un-spring-like weather. My road bike had developed a mechanical issue that took a few weeks to sort out. It would seem that my high mileage over the last 12-18 months ground a few bearings in the rear wheel to dust. Convinced it was the bottom bracket, I had that changed…..only to find that the problem persisted. But now it’s sorted, and it sounds as sweet as the day I bought the bike.
But then, along came a debilitating chest infection that had me lying low for the best part of a week, waiting for the course of antibiotics to kick in. I reckon the source of infection was the re-cycled air on the plane coming back from Ibiza. I have no proof, of course, but I am reliably told that ever since smoking was banned on flights, the air on board a plane is now re-cycled much less than it used to be, so becoming a more likely source of spreading infections than in the smoking days. This, of course, is not reason enough to reverse the ban, but…………
A glorious 90km ride today, that took me out to Brixworth in Northamptonshire, where there is a stunning example of a 7th century Saxon Church.