Saturday is becoming something of a tradition in the Fat Lad household. Early morning we scoot off for the weekly shop, once back; a spot of lunch and then we scoot off to somewhere for a weekend pootle.
This week we were (on Mrs Fat Lads suggestion) on home ground for a Reservoir Raid. Various complications meant that Amanda and Mrs Fat Lad disappeared early and Phil and I carried on talking shit and pedalling away.
When we got back it was Mrs fat lad who noticed another broken spoke in my back wheel:
Bugger.
Now, what I should say is that I’ve been riding for a short while now (well, okay, 8 weeks) with a missing spoke. Take a closer look at that wheel (conveniently highlighted below).
That’s now 4 fecked spokes and I’m happy to be in one piece. I can hear stAn/Chip disapproving tones from here already……
Fat Lad
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