Stood on top of one of the famous peaks today. Bike in hand. Rain closing in
behind, woefully underdressed for the weather, bleedin' knackered. With only
the downward sprint home, we quickly refreshed and set off.
Mental note to self. A helmet may stop me from killing myself, but landing
on a stony path at crazy per hour will make a real mess of the social
calendar.
All the more reason not to fall off then.