Once a year a small group of us get together for a bike ride. Rather than trying to set a PB on Strava the aim is to leisurely make it from A to B whilst taking in the sights. There's always a range of gear, some riding bikes that have gone across the alps and some riding a rusty bike they found in the garden shed.
This year we took a train to Ipswich and rode 75.8km to Saxmundham in Suffolk. For most of the group this was the longest they had ever ridden.
This is a post about Time Travel; about the thrill of propelling oneself into the future and returning moments later bursting with stories and brushing frosty spacetime scum from your sleeves. I wanted to cover this in a recent talk, but somewhat ironically, there wasn’t time. It’s important though, time travel. And you’re already doing it. I just want to help you do it less dangerously.
At the start of this week the Many went on an adventure to Essex to climb ladders, shoot arrows at each other and reflect on the past year. We also discussed collaborative user testing, unconscious bias in the workplace and the future of work. We concluded the week by LOL'ing at illustrated Twitter typos and eating our collective bodyweight in Tayyabs curry.
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