Penultimate Cross town Commute

This morning was the penultimate short commute across town and as I warmed my bike and got my stuff ready to go I realised that I'm not looking forward to the daily commute on the bike as much as I thought I would. I think if we were in full summer mode and I didn't have to worry about expensive servicing or a bike which isn't a spring chicken I wouldn't be thinking twice and loving it. Next week, expect a blow by blow account of the A34 as witnessed by a cold, wet, skint Weasel.

On a happier note, Dean's bike passed its MOT this morning. High Five! Fingers crossed mine will sail though as easily over the next few weeks.