If anyone got the number of the truck that hit me while I was asleep last night can they let me know?
Seriously, I feel like i've been squeezed through a cattlegrid with a steamroller and then left among the dead leaves and hedgehogs all night before getting peeled out this morning. Last night's storm force winds and lashing rain were enough of a force to contend with. Savage enough to even get through the "so hot I've never warn it before even in double figure zero temperatures" Showers Pass softshell and turn my Gore Tex trousers so heavy it felt like I had a dead man hanging off each knee. Then at the far end of a mental super techy top to bottom of the big hill as many times as possible ride my adjustable post gave up the ghost. At the bottom of a ten minute tarmac climb. On a 38lb Nicolai. On mud tyres. Into the wind. Forget MTFU, this was TNTBIT (Try Not To Burst Into Tears) territory. Being forced to stand up into wind so strong you could only side breathe front crawl style and it was a two gel fight back home, with a serious % of slog and trudge.
However knackered I am this morning though, hoping the physio can fit me in at short notice I've a dirty great grin on my still gritty chops. The techy descents Steve showed us were amazing. The prototype Panaracer Soggy Froggy tyres I was using were impressively surefooted in insanely greasy conditions and the boys were on as brutally good form as ever. Post is working OK again now I've cleaned it too.