So Helen bought a new bike (Gazelle) and we had a good day, and were meant to meet up for a picnic at the Domain, so three of us got out our bikes and set off from Te Atatu. Apart from a terrible squeak in my bike, which got so bad it sounded like I had a couple of geese trapped in the panniers, we had a great trip to the first stop at Pt Chev for a coffee. There we decided that I would go on down to Adventure Cycles near Western Springs, and see if we could rid ourselves of the noise. Dear old Bruce was willing and able - it was merely a broken spoke - and before long the three of us were hurtling forwards towards the Domain again. A very pleasant trip and much needed. The only I will say about the agony I found myself in at the end of the day, trying to get comfortable in easy chair with book, was that the lack of bicycle-specific exercise recently has worked havoc on my joints. A couple of panadol, some baking soda in warm water (for the lactic acid build up) and a hot water bottle and I am fully restored. Ready for the next trip.
