The 'perfect' week.

It's been a while since I've had one of these. In fact, this is the first one all year.

Many years ago a racing friend of mine defined the 'perfect week' as one in which you never have to start your car. I've had many perfect weeks in the past, but not lately. Between the rainy early season we had, and obligations relating to a certain loathsome piece of rental property, I have had none at all this year, until now.

So, counting tonights ride home, I'll have ridden to/from work every day this week, as well as the Famous Tuesday Night Fights in Plaistow, and a few extra miles on the way home last night, for a total of about 160 miles for the week.