Hard work

The cycle home at the moment is a bitch.

I'm still waiting for my fancy new bike to be delivered (since my last one was stolen... Note to the robbing bastards: I now have extra locks on the shed, and the bench is locked to the drain pipe, so you won't be able to haul your fat ass along with my bike over our wall any more... without wakening me up, at least. And I now sleep with a meat cleaver under my pillow. Just in case.)

My neighbour was kind enough to lend me his bike. Which has sat unused for two years. Outside his flat. To put it mildly, it's a beast. A broken beast (he'd the the first to admit it). And it doesn't go very fast, especially given the energy you expend making it go forwards.

Looking forward to the new wheels.