De-Railed

I headed out on the new bike, but realised within a short distance that the derailleur must have suffered a major blow during transit. Fortunately I avoided springing all the spokes when I changed gear on the first hill.    I dumped the all singing-no dancing new ebike and got back on my trusty 25 year old Orange E3  for a shorter ride. The image shows where, in the distance,  the oomph of the ebike would have taken me.    There was a bonus as I met my friend ML on this shorter route,  and we had a good natter. She’s also a regular river swimmer at my favourite spot.  

Later I left L a little de-railed at (another!) party. The birthday boy’s family is lovely, I’m sure she will have a good time.