The new season always starts with a bang, literally, thanks to Bonfire Night (or Guy Fawkes Night). It’s the time of year when the skies explode with loud, dazzling fireworks—a spectacle I unfortunately didn't partake in this year, as I was working.
But before all the pyrotechnic noise, we had a different kind of joyful chaos: taking our grandson, Atreus, to his first ever Hallowe'en party.
And what a riot it was! This little “Spooky Dude” (check out the jumper!) had the time of his life. He was all smiles, dancing among the other costumed kids and even befriending a giant Stitch (not exactly traditional Hallowe'en fare, but he loved it!). Nothing truly beats the sheer wonder of seeing the world through a young child’s eyes.
On the cycling front, the start of the season has been cursed. The cycling gremlins struck hard. It began with a front tyre puncture—my first in a very long time—followed by the same tyre going again the next week, and then the rear one the day after that.
My rear wheel has always been a pain; it holds the tyre so tightly that changing it is a struggle. Out of sheer frustration, I ended up taking the rear wheel from an old bike I had knocking around and, after a quick cassette swap, fitting it to my current steed.
That fixed the puncture problem, but it turned out that mechanical grief was only the first chapter of my autumn cycling saga...
...a saga that took a much more serious turn and which I'll tell you all about in my next post.
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