Final stage

The previous post was about how yours truly and his steed were wired into the Matrix to establish what sort of cyclist I am (other than a large one) and what sort of shape my bike was in. Final results of the analysis resulted in the pilot being fitted out with new shorts, shoes, and t shirt rather than a new body and the bike got new pedals and a squirt of oil rather than the recommended new chain, rear cassette, front ring and front wheel (which I have managed to buckle in 250 miles) last night saw the two machines being "cleaned" and prepared for hanging off the back of the Land Rover.