To Kallang and Seletar, 66 km. We cycle past a big flat frog that must've once been a big fat frog, until something ran over it. Gentle Giant shrieks at the sight. This is the first time this year I've cycled with her. Today is like a reunion of the Fellowship of the Spins; all but one are present. But things don't feel the same anymore with the passage of time. I end my ride early - lack of sleep takes its toll.
Tech note Yesterday, for the first time ever, I have my wheel trued. But it still isn't true to form. It got bashed out of shape from last week's Subaru race. And I couldn't find my favourite mechanic; the entire shop is gone, until I managed to find it today at Upper Thomson Road. His "kung fu" is still the best. My bicycle is a mess; it has taken me three hours to clean the bike and the spills at home. Wheel out of whack, frame scratched, body bruised. Was it worth the experience?
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