Just back from the Sat morn hammerfest, but this time I used my roadie, and even though my breakfast still came up, it was nice to be back up the front and attacking on the hills.
So until I get a BF PRP, Moulton or Swift, the R20 is relegated to:
Commuting, pootling and touring....

"Odd's fish, my dear, the man's a poet and he doesn't know it".
Can anyone name the movie and who said the quote?