Spokes ...

My husband just arrived home with a muddy bike, a big pile of wet clothes, a satisfied grin and an unusual gait. He rode in a 107 mile/172km bike race in Pennsylvania and New Jersey today.

At the end he was listening as some serious riders were saying they had clocked up 5,500 miles of riding over the Summer. As a recent convert from a fixie, my husband had only ridden 170 miles on his new bike before the race. It will be interesting to see if he can walk down our 3 flights of stairs to make our morning cup of tea tomorrow!