MeCycle

Up in yonder wild hills of Surrey, there was no way I was going to do anything as daft as cycle in to work. For three reasons:
a) the roads are 0.8 cars wide. 1 bike + 1 car = not passing each other
b) I am not in the same shape as I was at age 18, where I cycled 10 miles to and from work (total). Guildford is 15 miles from the Home for the Bewildered.
c) I had no bike

Today, however, is a different day... (and a different country... with different local terrain...)
I am cycled in to the orifice!

Not without some worry about stamina, it must be said. I'm nowhere near the fitness level of Casper (the current interest), so the slope up to 大野 from "Chou-den" got the better of me 80% of the way up. Thereby leaving my legs a little jelly-like for about a mile afterwards.

Nonetheless, with leaving the hice at 0755, I got here at 0830, feeling rather pleased. Somewhat Parf Daddy-like, I'm wearing special gear on my top half; however, I now realise that the point of an exercise hoody is to get sweat out. And onto whatEVER it is you're wearing over the top of it. I'll be kinder to the Diesel jacket in future.

Right, best get on with it, what! This may be the first visit to the "oversite" (old name) in many months, but can't talk now. Got some sciencing to do!

Fire! *twirls moustache*

Watch out Lance Armstrong! Your radiation-modified muscles can only hold me at bay for so long...!!

じゃね