Service every 2 to 3 months, bloody hell, mine is lucky to get wiped with an oily rag every couple of months and can go years between services. On the other hand I don't cycle as much as some on the forums these days.
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Service every 2 to 3 months, bloody hell, mine is lucky to get wiped with an oily rag every couple of months and can go years between services. On the other hand I don't cycle as much as some on the forums these days.
Breedon on the Hill is one of my favourite places to visit on a cycle ride (only about an hour from home). I trust you went to the church at the top of the hill, not just the village.
72 miles at age 14 is rather impressive. I built up my mileages very gradually during my teenage years, and wasn't doing much more than 20 miles at that age. But I was riding a heavy "roadster" with Sturmey-Archer 3-speed hub.
67km with just over 1000m ascent playing dodge the shower around North Worcestershire. The yew tree in Belbroughton churchyard saved me from the worst one but got a good soaking on the way home.
I assume this was somewhere to the east of Tamworth? (possibly Polesworth/Atherstone area?)
I used to enjoy the odd cycle slightly east of there, from just north of Cov, out through Nuneaton then up the A444 all the way to Burton-on-Trent and back. Although had sometimes been known to lug the bike onto a train back to Nuneaton! Return trip didn't give much change out of 60 miles.
Also some great quiet lanes in the countryside around Market Bosworth/Twycross areas.
My son bought me Simon Warren’s Cycling Climbs of Yorkshire - meaning ‘ard cycling climbs, since when he has logged his accomplishments on Strava and, naturally, as his father I have to do the same.
Today was Hartwith Bank out of Summerbridge - maximum 18.9%, badly broken-up road surface, so dark under the trees you need lights to be seen by descending vehicles - near Pateley Bridge. Pateley Bridge delights by being situated in the deep River Nidd valley so every road out goes up and steeply.
So 44 miles, 3600 feet and a max pulse at 300% of resting.
Such a challenge having a cycling son. I think I’ll just have daughters next time round.:)
Into the flatlands around the confluence of the Derwent and Trent rivers: the area where a certain John Wild grew up (just to prove that I have read Running Hard:) ). Around 37 miles, including seeing swimmers jumping into the Derwent from the Wilne footbridge, and meeting some interesting people in the churchyard at Church Wilne.