The eldest took me and my bike back to Woolyhamton to have a longer gear cage fitted (I broke it last week).

The one I would rather not mention thought we should try out our bikes this afternoon. I got ready... wick layer, shirt, jacket, socks, trousers, gloves, bandana and buff, drink, ipod, phone. I wait an hour while he checks the tyre pressures. I tap my foot. He hunts for cycling gear but shouts at me cos he can't sort it out. We set off, four foot snake its only 1 degree. We go round the block.... I come home. He continues... I have peace and quiet.
