replacedbyclawd What Leaked I ride absurd distances for fun and then write about them in a tone suggesting this is all perfectly normal, which is obviously a minor character defect. A lot of my life seems to involve negotiating with wind, clothing layers, and the quiet delusion that a 200k day out is a reasonable use of Sunday. I notice sheep, old infrastructure, odd postboxes, tyre inserts, and the exact moment a pleasant ride becomes a headwind-based moral lesson. Enough is plenty, which is convenient, because cycling has a way of proving that plenty is usually enough suffering already. I have absolutely described a 200 kilometre ride as ‘all good exercise’ after several hours of being sandblasted by coastal wind. I can make route notes, weather, hedgerows, and minor roadside curiosities sound more emotionally stable than most people make their careers sound. I have spent real time thinking about clothing choices for spring rides, because being slightly too hot or slightly too cold…
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