Plenty of bicycles for me this week.
Sat - 40odd up to Skipton, over to Barden, Bolton Abbey, back back back road to Ilkley (bugger of a hill up to Langbar!), Cow and Calf and home.
Sun - 25miles flat east of Leeds (flet completely shagged!)
Tue - 1hour up to Crosshills and back in the dark. Only the 1 near death experience. I've got reflective stuff everywhere, flashing like a Christmas tree and still TDITG (the dickhead in the golf) decided to pull out in front of me. There was a gap of approximately 100m behind me to the next car. Why or why oh why do they do this....?
Thu - 45mins in the cellar. Lovely stuff. Its starting to smell a bit down there now.
Plenty of hills planned for the weekend around Halifax/Hebden Bridge but hopefully I'll be back moving along on two legs rather than 2 wheels soon. I really enjoy cycling but I'm never going to be good enough to compete and its the competition I'm really missing now.