Not a sly reference to some kind of fire-sale in the ShedofDreams. I mean like that’s going to happen. It’s more like a black hole. Stuff goes in, nothing comes out.
No this is more end of year admin. With predictable hilarity, I’ve attempted to justify the many and varied examples of the modern bicycle residing in the shed. This time livened up with a spreadsheet (calm yourselves down there!) summarising my bike rental scheme going back 20 years.
It makes sobering reading. Even to me. And I’m sober already. Thanks for that January.
I’ve also updated the choice, or at least less grizzly, cuts from last years stream of consciousness. Some even acknowledge a world outside of Mountain Bikes. I’ll try and nip that kind of seditious postings in 2020.
First ride of the year tomorrow. Proper ride anyway. I don’t count going nowhere in the shed. It’s like cabbage, I know it’s good for me but it doesn’t mean I have to pretend it’s real food.
On that happy note, time for a non alcoholic beverage and some YouTube escapism where the sun is always shining and the dirt is always dusty.
That’s as close to a resolution as I’m getting to this year.