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In a series of fortunate turn of events, met D an old mate who was moving to New York next day. We went out for a meal and a drink during when I told him about my stolen mountain bike. He insisted me to have his racer bike which he was wanting to get rid off. It needed a bit of mending and a change of rear rim but now it runs like a desert wind. This means, within a week I have moved from no bike to two bikes. My new mountain rock is rearing for new heights. The Wales run this weekend had to be withheld because of rain. Lets see how things turn out in the coming weeks.

But the most important thing at this moment of time for me is to stop swinging between extremes and get a balance, however boring and monotonous it might be.