Thursday, April 20
Well it was bound to happen…years of riding in these succulent boardies would eventually come to an end.
It all started with a small hole and a few tears (that’s “rips” as opposed to what comes out of your eyes). The material (both exterior and lining) was so thin that I couldn’t sew it up. I was out on a ride with adski somewhere out the back of sugarloaf/blackhill. I was pedalling standing up and sat back down when “rrrrruuuup”, my seat caught the small hole making it a larger one…the rest, as they say, is history.
