Derailleured

I really wanted to take a photo during the bike maintenance course I was on this afternoon, but we were enough of a motley crew without my flourishing a camera while everyone else was struggling with their allen keys. It was a good course, though despite it being 'foundation' I spent a fair percentage of the time wondering what on earth the expert was on about.

Anyway my gears are smooth, my brakes are tight, my tyres hard and my stomach full. A fish supper was the only answer to a windy uphill ride home.