"Three Thousand Six Hundred"

Elvis & I on Leith Hill tonight just moments after reaching my goal of 3600 miles.


That's it! I did it! All done! And with just four days left to go before my goal deadline. In fact, I could have finished yesterday or the day before, but with a slightly longer ride to finish. But I noticed the 27th coming up and thought I'd let my obsession for the one and only numeral nine get to me yet again.
I'm happy that it's over too. The goal I mean. When I first set the goal back on Jan 1st 2007, I didn't really know wether I could achieve it. I very basically calculated what I might have done the year before (2006...the year I was on treatment for Hep C) and I think I came up with about three thousand odd miles and thought I'd try and beat it. The exact figure 3600 came about because that would be my age (36) in 2007 too...plus I don't need to tell you all about my Love affair with the number nine;)

So really, I wasn't entirely sure if I would clock that many miles at all by the end of 2007 and when August eventually arrived and I was up to 2700 odd miles, only then did I think it was reachable. I know that 3600 miles isn't that many miles for a whole year and I am sure some people cycle that every year of their lives just by going to work and back. But for me it was a challenge. For one thing it was mostly all off road. And also, I'd say half of it was cycling up hills...not to mention the hundreds of miles of mud and wind and rain too. And not wanting to complain, all the hundreds of miles of pain also. The pain in my right elbow and both ankles have kept me company for a fair few of those miles let me tell you!
Plus there were a few falls and a cold that threatened to bugger things up near the end, but after my last fall back on Friday 14th December, where I was cycling on just a normal piece of road very near to my house and on my way to meet Ian by Richmond Gate at Richmond Park, I thought that I'd better slow down and take it easy a little. It wasn't as bad as the two times I fell onto my knee up in the hills previously, but it could have been so much worse! I was going too fast into a 90 degree bend in the road by Teddington Studios and my front tyre slipped on the wet tarmac of the road and down I went with a wallop and almost slid into a car coming in the opposite direction! It did hurt at the time and I even managed to wreck my watch which I had only just bought new batteries for the week before. And my left hand still doesn't feel right where it slammed palm down into the road. And I still have a scab on my left hip where it slid across the icy asphalt.
Anyway, I got up and painfully continued with my ride completing 25 miles in the end. I was just happy that I didn't slide into that car and that my joints were ok. But, it also made me think that I needed to slow down a little and think about the dangers I was putting myself in every time I was going out on my bike...especially in the winter and mostly all at night and alone! So after one days rest, I decided to really take things easy and not go anywhere where I might fall and to slow down in the ice and this way I might just reach my goal. Two days after the fall I went out more or less everyday to make sure that I did. You can see from my "My Cycling for December 2007" post (will be posted on Jan 1st 2008) just how much I was going out. Not particularly long rides, but long enough and as you can see they were all mostly alone too. Which meant that I wasn't under any pressure to keep up or lead etc (but they are much more boring alone!). I even managed to get a ride in on the beautifully moonlit night of Christmas Day itself (see photo below).

Christmas for me this year was alright. This time last year I was coming to the end of my treatment for Hep C and although I was having a relatively fine time on it, I was still thinking a lot as to wether or not it would work. So this year was much better not just because I was not on tx anymore, but mainly because my 50wks of treatment worked just fine and now I am cured of one of my viruses. I did however, have a terrible mouth ulcer during this Christmas period being at it's worst on Christmas Day and Boxing Day! It has cleared up now...It isn't often one can say just how wonderful the drug Thalidomide is.
So onto my ride tonight. The ride where my trip computer flipped over to three thousand six hundred. When I set out, I had approximately ten miles to go and thought that a ride around Richmond Park just wouldn't do. So in the car the bike went and Elvis & I made our way to Leith Hill as I knew that a single loop of the hill is about ten miles long and would be quite nice if I finished by the tower...which is exactly how it turned out. I was alone and took my time not to have any accidents up there. The trail was absolutely water logged from recent rain and in parts the trail was simply a mud bath! The exposed tree roots were as slippery as ever and to make matters more interesting the temperature during the ride was at a steady 12 degrees! Shouldn't it be freezing cold at the end of December, at night and in the middle of the English countryside?
It was a nice ride in the end, albeit quite muddy, but with no falls, no crashes and no broken spokes either. I started my night ride at the trail that leads up to Leith Hill tower from High Ashes Farm, went up to it passing it by, down the rock, rooty slope that I would use as the setting for my photo at the end of the ride, past what has to be the highest cricket pitch in South East England, down past Deliverance and into a very mucky Waggledance. Next was Summer Lightning and all her roots, twists and turns. At the bottom of SL brings you out by the medieval ancient boundary that is Wolvens Lane, which is a total mud bath at this time of year. Then a little road section that winds it way up and down to a tiny village called Broadmoor, then back into Leith Hill forest and onto the long and slow rooty, muddy trail back up to the tower. I was all alone for the entire ride. No other humans at all...pure bliss. I was spooked though when a lone bunny rabbit decided to run out in front of me, almost finding himself squished under my big fat knobbly tyres! And as I said earlier, after just over ten miles for the day and three thousand six hundred for the year, I was back up by Leith Hill tower, where I then went and found the spot where I posed for my very first photo for this blog back in August 2006 (it's still there if you want to look). It is literally yards away from the tower down a rather steep, rocky, rooty section. I set my camera up and took several shots and ended up with what you see above.
I don't think I will set a goal for next year, but I will continue to log my trips and mileage. There are a few decent length rides planned for next year already in between my normal rides and no doubt their details will be posted here.

Me and my back light in Richmond Park on the beautifully moonlit night of Christmas Day.


Happy New Year my blogging buddies:)



Jasonxx


Update; Today, as I was washing my bike I discovered yet another broken spoke nipple on my rear wheel from Thursday nights ride! So, free of charge, Nirvana Cycles in Westcott have said they will replace all the alloy spoke nipples with stronger brass nipples. Sounds good to me:) Brass nipples indeed!
In fact, I took it in this afternoon (Saturday) and got a call at six saying they are already done. Brass nipples here I come;)








(C) JPT 2007.........3600.7 miles. YAY!!!!!!!!!

"Little Boy Dead"

Dead lorry, yellow lorry...


Wow-wee! Just look at his new bike all shiny and sparkling clean. He can't take his big flying saucer eyes off of it's brightly coloured frame. The spokes on the wheels go round and round in the scorching mid-afternoon sun like two Catherine wheels side by side on Bon-fire night. The sun is almost directly behind him and pushes him and his long shadow down the road like a space rocket and it's pilot. The untouched tread on the bikes tyres buzz along the hot tarmac, sounding like giant bumble-bees on a mission, as they give the little boy the grip he needs to look so bloody cool!
All of this reflected in the shops giant spotless glass windows that line the little street where he is just the proudest young boy in the universe. With his smile stretched right the way across his glowing face, his pupils dart here and there over the surface of his new bike and then back across to the shop windows, where he can see himself in the reflection. It's just like watching a video. He's so excited to be free, with the wind in his hair and all the pedestrians dotted along the pavement watching him go so fast. He reminds me of myself when I was a young boy.

I can see the look that is plastered across his face is very special indeed. He is alive. He is free!

He soon runs out of road to travel on. To escape.

He has to turn around and go back the way he came from. Back towards the sun. He brakes. The wire cables invisibly slide in their little black tubes as he pulls the silver brake lever until he comes to a squeaky standstill. The brake pads haven't worn in yet as everything is still so perfectly new. He notices several other little boys by their parents side standing on the pavement, staring in awe at his brand new machine. He looks back at his bike and feels the thing under his bottom and in his hands. The weight and the sparkle are intoxicating to him and he is very happy that it belongs to him and no one else.

He looks back up the road and squints where the sun is staring right at him and makes his eyes become a little watery. A few yards away a giant lorry slowly exits a side road and makes it's huge heavy way onto the same road as this boy and his bike. He hears the lorries massive engine as it slowly rolls towards him and looks back at it and is again blinded by the suns reflection in the lorries windscreen. The boy decides to cycle alongside it and maybe race up the road a little way. The lorry is very slow moving and very noisy. He Loves lorries and engines. The roar and vibrations, and the fumes and giant rotating rubber clad wheels. The hissing of air brakes and the low thunderous rumble of the engine as the driver changes gear reminds him of the sound all the monsters in the world might make if they were to roar all at once. So exciting!

Soon the two machines are side by side and it is just the boy and the lorry now. Nothing else matter besides this wonderful partnership between two very different machines and their operators.
The lorry with it's most powerful engine, numerous wheels and long metal body. The driver of this beast unseen as he shifts from gear to gear in his effort to pull this monster up to the end of the road. And the boy on his brand new bike, sleek, light and almost silent but for the humming of the tyres. He pedals hard to keep up.

The lorry obviously has the better speed and very slowly begins to pass the boy by. Gigantic wheel by gigantic wheel appear at the boys side and then disappear and are then replaced by yet another set of humongous wheels. The back wheels of the lorry are fast approaching and the boy can see that his efforts are useless, and afraid of being outdone by the lorry completely, he pulls his bike up onto it's back wheel in an attempt to end this race in style.

The young ones amongst the bystanders are amazed at the sight of this manoeuver...until it seems to go wrong! Badly wrong!

The boy and the bike have gone back too far and the bike reaches a point where there is nowhere else for it to go except all the way over. The look on the boys face changes instantly to one of absolute fear as soon as he realizes that his wheelie has gone terribly wrong and he is now expecting to feel the hardness of the roads surface as he lands on his back. His eyes close, teeth clench and his hands let go of the bikes grips as he waits for the inevitable impact of body on concrete.

But it is much much worse than that!

He has failed miserably and little does he know that this exact moment in time will be the very end of his very young and beautiful life.

As he hits the road he rolls slightly to the left and towards the undercarriage of the lorry. The huge set of wheels at the very rear of the lorry are quietly rolling along the hot tarmac still. The noise of the engine being an age away down the street now. The invisible driver none the wiser as to what is happening.

The boy still has his eyes closed and teeth clenched as the heavy wheels of the lorry roll over and onto his little head! His bike bounces the other way into a clear part of the road and comes to a standstill resting on it's side. The driver knows something has happened by now and stops instantly, the big black monsters that are the wheels tyres come to a standstill on top of the boys completely crushed head. The lorries brakes hiss and clunk. The light colour of his brain has been forced through his completely smashed skull and has found a new home on the scorching hot tarmac of the road along with a pool of dark red blood, increasing in size by the second. His body is completely lifeless as the onlookers begin to fill the street with screams. He doesn't even twitch. His life has gone away from him in an instant. But to many, including myself, he is still on his brand new bike, riding up and down the wonderfully sun shiny street.

I walk over to him. I am the only one that approaches him. I kneel down by the life-ending wheel. The heat emanating from the lorry is uncomfortable and the sound of tiny clicks and ticks and intermittent hisses coming from the lorry almost deafen me. The boy is unrecognizable to me as the mess of brain, hair, blood, skin and skull fill my vision. I look over to his frozen body, sprawled lifeless under the lorries rear end, and slowly follow it back up to where his smiling face should be and try my very hardest to envisage where his eyes might have been just seconds earlier.
It's all gone! Everything has gone and now he is dead! Just like that.

As I stare into the small mound of young human gore, I suddenly get the urge to feel him...to hold him and really feel him and his little life and his memories in my shaking hands. I lean over closer to him. My knees hurt as the weight of my body press down onto the hardness of the rough road and dig into my skin and bones. I put my hands gently into his wrecked brain and scoop up as much as I can. He is quite hot still and feels so alive. I close my eyes as I bring the boy closer to my face and smell him. He smells fresh and clean, as if he is still alive. But as I open my eyes again, I can see that he is just a bloody broken mess and drips gently through my fingers.

Just a body.




Jason








(C) JPT 2007.........3505.3 miles. (94.7 miles remaining)

"Hell's Darker Chamber"

"Decades" By Joy Division

"Decades" is the longest ever song Joy Division wrote in a studio (6.08 mins), it comes from their second and final album "Closer" which was first released back in 1980. It was recorded between March 18th - March 30th in my home City of London.
"Decades" is also the very last track on the album. It was originally going to be called "Cross of Iron" but was changed just before the album was recorded.

Ian Curtis, Joy Division's lead singer and writer of all their songs committed suicide on May 18th, 1980, just days before they were about to fly out to America for their first ever tour of the country.

The dark lyrics and sad, very depressing tone of this track shows you just how ill Ian was.

Although not my favourite Joy Division song, It is still a truly beautiful song, and reminds me of what happened to me and many other's like me as very young men (& women) trying to live within some very difficult times.

Also, you may find the first line of the song familiar. It is where I got the title for my Blog from.


"Decades"

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hells darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our hearts lost forever,
Cant replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?





Jason








(C) JPT.........3381 miles.

"Interpol & The Dead, Dead Cold of Night"

Jac at Interpol's Alexandra Palace gig on 30.11.07.


Seems the plague cannot be avoided after all. Who am I trying to kid? Dodging germs and family members & friends whom I think might have a 'germ'. Opening my Mums front room window less than one inch on a Saturday night to let out any bad things that might get into my body and kill me. The same thing goes in my car, in my flat...even though I am all alone. If the window is open even for just a few millimeters, means that I won't catch a cold or even worse flu or a terrible chest infection...then death!

It doesn't really work does it? It's all in my mind isn't it?

I have behaved in this way ever since I was first told of my HIV infection back in 1987. You ask any one of my friends and family and they will tell you just how paranoid I am about germs and the like. My mum used to joke that anybody getting in my car with shower before they did so. The first thing that I would (and still do) is to look see, upon entering a house, whether a window might be open. If it isn't open, I will then open one just a few millimeters and then I find that I can relax a little better. But if it is a house where I don't feel comfortable about opening a window then I will just sit there worrying the whole time, breathing in such a way that won't let the germs in...and if god forbid I hear that someone has a cold in the same house a me, my mind explodes and I can't breathe nor think straight and all I want to do is leave and breathe in the air out in the street!

It really drives me mad sometimes. I'm not as bad as I used to be in the earlier days/years of my HIV infection, but it is still there with me, this bloody paranoia of getting a bug that I can't fight off and kills me dead!

So, I have this thing going on right now! I woke up yesterday morning with the sorest throat ever and a runny nose to boot. And this morning it is, I'd say, twice as bad as it was and I am beginning to ache over my body and I feel hot. It'll all be over in a week or so won't it? Or I will be dead by Christmas!

O.C.D Heaven...

I'm sorry if I worry you, but this is how it makes me feel inside my head. I know I will get better soon. I got a similar thing just after I finished my Hep C treatment and it went away after a bit. But it still made me think terrible thoughts.
I'll keep an eye on my chest and temperature and that is all I can do. I am most certainly not one to go to the doctors about it, like the majority of people do when they get a bug, clogging up the doctors waiting rooms with snot and germs, coughing and sneezing all over the place, infecting everyone else in there. The doctors can't do anything anyway! I have never gone to the doctors when I have a bad cold. I sort it out myself with stuff to relieve the symptoms and just rest indoors and stay away from everyone. Unless of course I think I might have a chest infection, where I will completely bypass my local GP and shoot on up to the RFH and see my HIV specialists.

I was hoping to visit Ros up in Kidderminster during this week (today to be exact) and Helen too, but won't be now as I really don't want to pass this on to anyone else! Especially this close to Christmas and so soon after Ros (& Helen for that matter) came out of hospital. Sorry girls! Sorry for being such a germ:(

It just occurred to me that my goal of 3600 miles for the year on my bike might not be accomplished now. I am up to 3320 miles at the time of writing this (Tuesday 4th December) and need to complete 290 miles by Jan 1st 2008! What with two knee injuries in the last month and now this poxy germ, I think that it might be a little difficult to complete. That'd be just over 10 miles per day, everyday until Jan 1st, starting tomorrow! Doesn't sound like much come to think of it. Is it possible? I don't rightly know, but what I do know is that I am going to do my best and reach my goal...or die trying!

It doesn't matter if I don't reach my goal does it? I mean, it's only a number right?

The photo is of (as if you hadn't already guessed;) my best (female) friend Jac. I took it on Friday night inside Alexandra Palace in North London. We met up with a couple of friends (Phil & Rob) to see a band called Interpol. Jac & I have seen them before a few years ago. The gig was alright, but the venue was far too big and the place was pretty full! We much prefer much smaller venues where you can almost (if you really want to) touch the band members. But it seems that Interpol have gotten a bit bigger over the years what with three albums under their belt now.
Jac disappeared for half an hour, making her way down to the front in the 'Mosh pit', whilst the others and I stood at the edge quite happy just to (discreetly) tap our feet to the beat.
They played some of their older stuff which I prefer and Jac's two Faves also..."Not Even Jail" & "PDA". My fave "Stella Was A Diver and She Was Always Down" wasn't played! Oh well. But, you can hear it below and see a rather nice video for it too, all at the same time...



Ok, what do you say to a 7ft man who, halfway through a gig, stands directly in front of you and blocks your view and goodness knows how many more, completely? Exactly! But not Phil. He reached up and tapped the man on the shoulder and motioned with his head to move somewhere else...which the tall man did and then strangely proceeded to walk right to the edge and face directly away from the band and play with his mobile phone. Strange or what!



Jason








(C) JPT.........3337.8

"My Kayaking for November 2007"

Just me doing a hand roll in my little slice of orange this month.


Seems I managed to attend all four sessions at Ealing Pool this month, although for two of them my knee was swollen and on another I injured both my thumbs trying to pull somebody else's splash deck over my cockpit (fnar! fnar!) and it being too small pung back and bent my thumbs back a bit...they still hurt now! I was upside down at the time (entering a capsized kayak, fitting the splash deck and rolling back up right) and holding my breath for well over a minute as I was doing all this...that's my excuse anyway;) I managed to complete the move btw, but the kayak was half full with water!


Thursday 1st November 2007 @ 21:00pm, Ealing Pool, 90mins, I was all alone more or less tonight, Lee couldn't make it, Ian was sick and James didn't come either, Owen was there but was teaching someone to roll, the new guy (Paul) who drives the Bentley Continental GT learned to roll in just two sessions. Seems like a nice bloke.

Thursday 15th November 2007 @ 21:00pm, Ealing Pool, 90mins, I missed last weeks due to a fall on my bike and damaging my right knee!, Lee & Ian, more hand rolls.

Thursday 22nd November 2007 @ 21:00pm, Ealing Pool, 90mins, right knee ok now, but left knee puffy from a fall on Tuesday night in Swinley Forest on my bike, Owen filmed Becky & I performing synchronized hand rolls, Ian.

Thursday 29th November 2007 @ 21:00pm, Ealing Pool, 90mins, tonnes of rolls, very tiring!...but fun:)



Jason








(C) JPT.........

"My Cycling for November 2007"

Me, Elvis and my car...that has no name, in the car park at Swinley Forest in November 2007.


Two knee injuries this month (see 6th & 20th) on different knees! You know, if I had three knees, I'd have injured the third one too. Otherwise, I survived November despite all the rain and mud and very slippery roots etc! You gotta do it though ain't ya.
I'm getting close to the end of the year now and my goal of 3600 miles seems a long way off when I look at what is remaining in one lump sum, but in reality it is only just over 10 miles per day until Jan 1st 2008 (I have 280 miles left to complete). Will I do it? Will I have another injury to prevent me once and for all? Will the cold that I have got last too long and help scupper my chances? Or will I do it by the skin of my teeth? We'll see my friends, we'll see:)


Friday 2nd November 2007 @ 19:30pm, RP, 16.15 miles, av 13.9, max 24.5 mph, 1hr 9 mins pedaling, mild, clear & dark, temp 14, wind 3. Total 3169.40 miles...(2776 miles Cateye)

Saturday 3rd November 2007 @ 12pm, PH, WW, Phil, 10.43 miles, av 8.1, max 24. 9 mph, 1hr 17mins, Phil got attacked by a very big dog in the middle of Winterfold Woods, sunny, dry, mild, temp 16, wind 6. Total 3179.83 miles...(2786.8 miles Cateye)

Tuesday 6th November 2007 @ 20:00pm, LH, Lee, James, Paul & Gerry, 9.74 miles, av 7.5, max 21.4 mph, 1hr 17mins pedaling, I had another fall all because I couldn't get my foot out of the pedal in time! Ouch!! dark...think I might have to swap back over to my V12 flats for the winter, dry, mild, temp 9, wind 9. Total 3189.57 miles...(2796.5 miles Cateye)


Sunday 11th November 2007 @ 18:30pm, RP, 14.21 miles, av 12.1, max 23.3 mph, 1hr 10mins pedaling, cool & windy, knee seemed ok'ish on the ride but my ankles were playing me up because of walking funny because of my knee and my knee was quite sore after I got back home. Total 3203.78 miles...(2810.7 on Cateye)

Monday 12th November 2007 @ 18:45pm, RP, 15.85 miles, av 12, max 25.5 mph, 1hr 19mins pedaling, cold, dark, clear, Ian's first time on bike since his ankle injury at the end of July! Temp 4, wind 5. Total 3219.63 miles...(2826.6 miles on Cateye)

Wednesday 14th November 2007 @ 18:45pm, RP, Ian & Andy, 17.37 miles, av 11.5, max 21 mph, 1hr 30mins pedaling, clear, dark & cold, temp 4, wind 3. Total 3239 miles...(2844 miles on Cateye)

Saturday 17th November 2007 @ 10:00am, Swinley Forest, Lee, Matt, James Rix, av 6, max 22 mph, out until 13:20pm'ish, I managed to loose my Cateye trip computer somewhere during the 6 mile ride. The weather was cloudy and cold, I wore my full length Gore bib for the first time, then when I dropped Lee off at home at 2pm I went back out alone and did one lap of RP from my flat. Temp 5, wind 0-7. Mileage in RP was 14 miles. Total 3259 miles.

Tuesday 20th November 2007 @ 20:00pm, Swinley Forest, Lee, Ian, James (Battle), Jerry, Paul and Peter, new Cateye sync'd with total mileage starting Jan 1st 2007, 8.34 miles, av 5.6, max 14 mph, 1hr 28 mins pedaling, back to car at 23:10pm after a very wet, slippery and muddy ride!, I had my flat pedals on and managed not to fall off because of being clipped in, I did fall off though and hurt my left knee during a steep decent and managed to do the splits and heard my knee crack (it didn't actually hit anything)! It's sore but I can walk, Ian's front derailer broke off and his chain snapped, James accidentally stepped on Ian's bad ankle, Ian fell off too but landed on his feet...he was using a very weak headlight to see with...so credit to Ian for not falling off more, James's tyre blew...we thought we had been shot at! His trye had a breach in it and his inner tube came through and exploded! We replaced it and it happened again after about 20 mins...hence the delay getting back to the cars. Everyone survived the ride...mostly;) Wind 9, temp 8. Total 3267.34 miles.

Friday 23rd November 2007 @ 19:00pm, 17.52 miles, RP, Ian & Owen, av 10.5 mph, max 22.2 mph, 1hr 40mins pedaling, dry & cold, Ian had a new light which was very good (Exposure Enduro MaXx) brighter than mine!, my left knee still hurt a little and was still puffy, saw a Badger run across the trail which was cool, we just about made it in time to Richmond Gate before they lock up for Deer culling!. Total 3264.8 miles.

Sunday 25th November 2007 @ 18:45pm, 18.22 miles, RP, av 12.9, max 25.2 mph, 1hr 24mins pedaling, cool & dry, moon looked full, saw another Badger running ahead of me on the trail behind the Royal Star & Garter building on my way to RP gate...he kept stopping and looked over his right shoulder to see if I was still coming, Knee still a little sore...nearer the back of the knee now, did one and a third laps starting at RG back to RG then back on myself and made it back to KG (Kingston Gate) at 8pm just before locking time, temp 6, wind 9. Total 3283 miles.

Tuesday 27th November 2007 @ 20:30pm, Swinley Forest, 8.88 miles, Lee, James, Paul, Jerry, Peter, (Ian was celebrating his Wife's Birthday so couldn't come) av 7, max 19.7 mph, 1hr 15mins, Paul had very minimal lights after his main lights were full of water! he did very well not to fall off more than he did and not kill himself in the process!, a spoke in my front wheel snapped out of the rim but was still fine to ride back to the car, it was dry and quite mild but still rather damp in there. I took my bike (Elvis) back to Nirvana Cycles in Westcott for repairs and a service for the Winter. £109 in total...new chain, new granny ring and middle ring, new cable set for the gears and a new rear cassette upgraded to an XT. Got Elvis back on Sunday. Total 3291.9 miles.


See you next time...



Jason








(C) JPT.........3319.7 miles.