The Closet Obsessive

It's a common fact that cyclists are an obsessive bunch of freaks at the best of times (latest kit, lightest weight, best eppilation technique etc, etc, etc) and I consider myself to be no different to any other. Well, actually I do consider myself to be slightly more obsessed than your average obsessed obsessive and, if proof were needed, this picture is it. For the last 4 weeks I have toiled, no I HAVE SLAVED over this f**king mdf monolith! For a man who has an issue putting air into his tyres somehow I had the bright idea that I would save money and prove to myself that I was a real man and build a cupboard. So drill, screw, sand, swear, drill again, screw some more (the cycling gloves came in handy to protect my delicate palms), swear, sand, swear, swear, chisel and SWEAR I did until you see what you see today. It's raw (like my nerves) and unpainted but it is solid and I genuinely think it will still be standing next week. And so, at least until the big arrival (Thursday is the due date!) I can now say that I will return to my forte of cynical scribe and never, EVER, pass a Homebase without a chill running down my spine. (PS - I have been up to some cycling stuff, some REAL GOOD cycling stuff, which will be revealed later this week)