Rode at lunch to Picaroons and had lunch. Went to the office and worked from there until the evening. Out and back.
Out.
And back.
See above.
All that time on a bicycle with wheels spinning | earth spinning | mind spinning and one has time to think.
Most of it was along the lines of:
“….this frame is a 58 – yeah – 58, I think yeah, that’s what I remember. I wonder what a 56 would feel like? I mean given I could get roughly the same reach and stack with seat post & cockpit adjustments. I wonder. Like what if I could take this exact build and put it on a 56 – what would that feel like? This is a 58 right?…”
So just run-of-the-mill one-with-the-universe type-stuff.
It had been raining and dark all day and when I was done with work the rain had stopped and the clouds were breaking a bit. I decided to get out for a spin to let the wind blow through my head.
Wound up on the flats with around 30 Canadian Geese hunkered down for a respite. We stood there for about 40 minutes and watched the clouds break and the sun come out.
Although I suspected they might know, they said they weren’t at liberty to confirm or deny rumours of the pending apocalypse. They did say that it was gonna be what it is. And we agreed that was fine.
