It’s always wet and at one point I’m cycling at 9km/hour on level ground because my chain is slipping all over my rear cassette. I can’t apply any pressure what so ever. To add to it all, we’ve got wind and my feet are soaking wet. Seriously. What saved my a$$ this day was the sweet pair of Swrve knickers I have. Kept the chill at bay.
And of course, we are racing against night fall. What’s new? Jason gets a little irritated with my Tropic of Cancer photo shoot. Literally we have 20 minutes to no light.
Funeral
No need for words
My babe.
Ahead.
Always....always...
...getting chased by rain.
Tropic of Cancer looking South.