A month into the new year, and most of my recent cycling activity has been only fit to report over here, and accompanied by jolts of pain as my confidence exceeded my skill.
On Sunday morning I repeated the trick on the road, catching the pedal of my Holdsworth fixie on a curb and launching myself onto the street, much to the amusement of my 11 year old niece.
Not all the outings on the Holdsworth have been so painful.
A couple of weeks back I had a bi-modal expedition, catching the train to New Lynn, then riding the Butter Chicken loop from Swanson to Titirangi. I resisted the tempation to catch the train home again, navigating a route through Mt Roskill that avoided the misery of Hillsborough Rd, but also every bakery from New Lynn to Otahuhu.