And it didn’t stop till it got dark. Really could have do with those sunglasses right now and for the remainder of the journey, it was blinding and I was cycling into it all day. You know what really chaps my ass though? The padded shorts! All the padding just started riding up and bagging into the middle and my cheek bones were getting no coverage. Plus they were so tight and uncomfortable I really couldn’t see any benefits to them. There was a slight problem with the camel back too – the tube that runs down the shoulder strap for me to drink from was feeling the full force of the cold so every time I went to take a drink the first mouthful would be literally freezing. And those damn hills! They weren’t massive hills through here but they were hills all the same, it was just a constant up and down non-stop the whole way to Okehampton. Fucking hills, kiss my padded ass, both cheeks, right here!
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