Went for a rather pleasant (if a tad chilly) ride out to Maraetai tonight and decided to come back home over the Brookby hill for a bit of fun. (Well, it's my idea of fun even if it's not quite up to the "fun factor" of others ). Snort, darned fresh seal in several places, mainly on the Clevedon side, with lashings of that lovely gravelly stuff. Now what's it called again? oh yeah, gravel. Mmmm mmmmm. At least it wasn't pot holes and deep gravel, but still the strewn and scattered type which can suddenly appear just round that corner.
There were a few new patches on the side from Brookby too, but the worst ones were in the Clevedon to Brookby lane. The downhill side wasn't too bad...
Apart from that it was great to get out for a bracing ride, midges committing suicide on my visor, tips of my index fingers starting to ice up, but still lovely.
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