Bleary-eyed, again woken by the blasted trio of cockerels (cockatrices?) held captive in the pub's menagerie next door, I decided it'd be a capital idea to venture forth, again sporting such ludicrous vestments as I and other certainly certifiable lunatics are wont to wear. I took the rubbish down, taking a moment to glower grimly at the avian annoyances and then hot-feeted it (I used both, see) up the alley and round the Pally. 'twas brillig and soft underfoot. Or was that the stuffing in my trainers finally giving way?
Besides which, here's more telemetry and, oddly enough, a damned lie that I managed over 10mph in the course of my puffing and wheezing. Stupid electronica - never trust bits and bytes, only sharp, controlled licks. Of speed. Ahem.
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Si
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The telemetry logs are really cool. I wish things like this had existed back when I was cycling to work every day up Mt Stromlo. I kept reams of timing logs for my daily trip and had to transcribe it all into spreadsheets for plotting. You know a cool toy like this might even encourage me to go and get some exercise if only there was a single hill within about ten miles of here.
RJS
Hurrah ... he's back. Bout time, you was missed!! Mind you, now all I can think about is licks - controlled or otherwise ;)
All the best. Hope training goes well.
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