Ride 15 0f 100
First ride for over a week now, the sun was out and "most" of the sheet ice now gone, a late start meant that the sun was already warming the world, there was a brisk breeze in the air, very few people about, a few runners, the trails mostly rideable but wherever the trail was in shadow there was a menacing sheet of glassy ice. I managed to mince along the edge of most of them, only taking one tumble.
My mind was occupied by the thought that I was riding to somewhere with a purpose in mind rather than just riding for the pleasure of riding, I was meeting some friends who I hadn't seen for over a year, and we were meeting in a pub, for beer and food.
The route took in CS woods, and thankfully there was no CS action around this lovely morning, its as flat as a witches tit around here but the tight twistyness makes up for that, and wide bars add to the fun.
The pub was ace, the people were ace and now I'm home and bathed in both the literal and metaphorical sense, looking forward to tomorrow's ride.
Thursday, 31 December 2009
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Shortest ride ever
Ride 14 of 100
heavy snowfall on top of freezing rain, it was pretty bloody obvious really
200 yards in, right turn, bang, off, right knee and elbow
700 yards in, slight incline to the left, bang, off, left knee and elbow
1 mile, dog walker, bang, down, took a while to get up, trying to conceal my laughter
1.1 mile, straight line, frozen puddle, front wheel fine, back wheel popped through the ice and slid out, right knee and hip
time to play the card, slowly pedaling home, watched in amazement as a car slid straight into the back of a parked car, couldn't, didn't dare stop
home, safe, slipped on the pavement, inside, wet, sore and laughing.
heavy snowfall on top of freezing rain, it was pretty bloody obvious really
200 yards in, right turn, bang, off, right knee and elbow
700 yards in, slight incline to the left, bang, off, left knee and elbow
1 mile, dog walker, bang, down, took a while to get up, trying to conceal my laughter
1.1 mile, straight line, frozen puddle, front wheel fine, back wheel popped through the ice and slid out, right knee and hip
time to play the card, slowly pedaling home, watched in amazement as a car slid straight into the back of a parked car, couldn't, didn't dare stop
home, safe, slipped on the pavement, inside, wet, sore and laughing.
Friday, 18 December 2009
Ridiculous to the sublime
Ride 13 of 100
After last nights blizzard I awoke with eager anticipation of crisp virgin snow trails, I was not dissapointed, hardly any people tracks, a few fox tracks and the clearest sky ever, deep royal blue, complete with shooting stars and planets.
An hour in and my light disturbed a starling roost, must have been a few thousand of them, enough to make me stop and stare, on and under the canal, passing by a red mondeo with the engine running and all steamed up, I instantly had a flash back to the hanging man but was pleased to see it was a couple of (very) early morning doggers !.
By now the sky was lightening up and work and a hot shower beckoned, coffee and porridge, ready for another day at the office.
After last nights blizzard I awoke with eager anticipation of crisp virgin snow trails, I was not dissapointed, hardly any people tracks, a few fox tracks and the clearest sky ever, deep royal blue, complete with shooting stars and planets.
An hour in and my light disturbed a starling roost, must have been a few thousand of them, enough to make me stop and stare, on and under the canal, passing by a red mondeo with the engine running and all steamed up, I instantly had a flash back to the hanging man but was pleased to see it was a couple of (very) early morning doggers !.
By now the sky was lightening up and work and a hot shower beckoned, coffee and porridge, ready for another day at the office.
Thursday, 17 December 2009
Snow
Ride 12 of 100.
Met check I take it all back.
Set off from work at 4.15, not hopeful of anything other than a short ride home, got to the turning point and I could see the snow rolling in over the hills, left turn and almost instantly into a white out, yes a real bona fide white out, in Cheshire, at sea level, a white out to rival any I've ever had on Ben Nevis or Snowdon.
I had to stop once I got to the river, laughing at the absurdity of this, I couldn't see where the trail was and the river wasn't.
The music had to go, I was disoriented enough already, got to the motorway bridge and decided to stop and sit it out, yes thats "sit it out" in Cheshire, at sea level, you've every right to disbelieve me but it was truly astonishing.
Got going again soon and apart from the joy of riding in virgin snow there was nothing to report.
Happy.
Met check I take it all back.
Set off from work at 4.15, not hopeful of anything other than a short ride home, got to the turning point and I could see the snow rolling in over the hills, left turn and almost instantly into a white out, yes a real bona fide white out, in Cheshire, at sea level, a white out to rival any I've ever had on Ben Nevis or Snowdon.
I had to stop once I got to the river, laughing at the absurdity of this, I couldn't see where the trail was and the river wasn't.
The music had to go, I was disoriented enough already, got to the motorway bridge and decided to stop and sit it out, yes thats "sit it out" in Cheshire, at sea level, you've every right to disbelieve me but it was truly astonishing.
Got going again soon and apart from the joy of riding in virgin snow there was nothing to report.
Happy.
No Snow
Ride 11 of 100
Met check you failed me once again.
I hate you.
and I hate the bivviers for going without me (despite the fact I couldn't go) and then teasing me with fabulous pictures.
The long way to work, didn't see a soul, The The on the headphones.
There before I knew it and not a single profundity to share.
Met check you failed me once again.
I hate you.
and I hate the bivviers for going without me (despite the fact I couldn't go) and then teasing me with fabulous pictures.
The long way to work, didn't see a soul, The The on the headphones.
There before I knew it and not a single profundity to share.
Coffee
Ride 10 of 100
Wet wet ride home, cold calfs and cheeks and ears, drive train grinding itself into rust, brake pads screaming at chain reaction "get some more, get some more now", an hour and thirty minutes later and home.
Park bike in kitchen, wait for entirely reasonable "how do you expect me to cook around that" comment later that night
Scrape off waterproofs, empty boots of muddy water, put helmet on top of boiler.
Wince up the stairs, start bath, get undressed (remember to bring hoover up before she gets home) get into bath and wait for chillblains in legs.
Twenty minutes later, put coffee on stove and spy unopened packet of toffee muffins.
You can guess the rest.
Wet wet ride home, cold calfs and cheeks and ears, drive train grinding itself into rust, brake pads screaming at chain reaction "get some more, get some more now", an hour and thirty minutes later and home.
Park bike in kitchen, wait for entirely reasonable "how do you expect me to cook around that" comment later that night
Scrape off waterproofs, empty boots of muddy water, put helmet on top of boiler.
Wince up the stairs, start bath, get undressed (remember to bring hoover up before she gets home) get into bath and wait for chillblains in legs.
Twenty minutes later, put coffee on stove and spy unopened packet of toffee muffins.
You can guess the rest.
Monday, 14 December 2009
Bats and Dalmations
Ride 9 of 100
Cold wet sleet tonight, would have been soooo easy to turn right and head and home, but I was as cold as I was going to get and was enjoying the spinning of my legs, so left turn at the lights and onto the mud.
My headlight was picking out the bats flying to my right but didn't pick out the Dalmation that came looming from the left, almost ran him over, no sign of the owner but then it was pitch black.
Fleet Foxes on repeat in my head, no thoughts of any great significance tonight, peace.
Cold wet sleet tonight, would have been soooo easy to turn right and head and home, but I was as cold as I was going to get and was enjoying the spinning of my legs, so left turn at the lights and onto the mud.
My headlight was picking out the bats flying to my right but didn't pick out the Dalmation that came looming from the left, almost ran him over, no sign of the owner but then it was pitch black.
Fleet Foxes on repeat in my head, no thoughts of any great significance tonight, peace.
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