It's not just you Anthony, its definitely doing something special. And so is the Cow Parsley!Quote:
Originally Posted by anthonykay
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It's not just you Anthony, its definitely doing something special. And so is the Cow Parsley!Quote:
Originally Posted by anthonykay
Cycling in to tomorrow's strike action will make it 51m worth of riding in this week, and the risks are just as they were last year. Nearly got taken off last night by a left turner who had not indicated; i'm sure he thought it was my fault as i accelerated onto the roundabout matching him yard for yard, but probably didn't understand i have to get a run at it like that, because if i set off from standing i couldn't get up to speed quick enough to avoid the cars coming toward me.
Llani, how big is your garden, or how small is your mower? Is it a fisher price mower, the one with the balls that bounce around in the perspex window?Quote:
A chilly end to the day too, when after 5 hours lawn mowing, I decided to give the legs a spin.
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Originally Posted by mr brightside
Not my garden Mr B but some of my neighbours. That’s why I’m always knackered at this time of year as I’m on my feet all day mowing/strimming grass.
My garden is like a jungle, a similar case to the cobblers children that have no decent shoes!
Managed to fit in a road ride today at 26 miles and 2200ft, was going quite well for me and felt ok, been struggling a bit lately.
Best was that my achilles didn't hurt all ride, I stopped trying to run and even walking for several months now but riding has been a bit of a pain with every turn of the peddle. Miraculously no problem today so hopefully back on the mend.
Another 25 miler today, but feeling it on the final few miles of hills to home.
Brought my total for the week to 101 miles and 9500ft, my aim is to be able to sustain the 100m a week by mid summer. It might take a while yet (it's the constant hills not the miles that knacker me after time), but Ive been slowly creeping up since mid March.
Well done Moley . Keep at it.
Just a regular 34 miles (2400 feet) to Bolton Abbey, Burnsall, Grassington, Cracoe, Rylestone etc. My bike knows the way and I just have to keep her upright. Really this route just follows the River Wharfe and the tourist honey pots passing which I feel so superior and holier than thou as I ride past the full-to-bursting car parks.
But then today - my cup ranneth over as, descending to Bardon Tower, I recognised a skinny, tall, athletic rider on a scarlet steel frame (?), climbing the hill wearing a kaleidoscope Mapei top and, I think, not wearing a helmet. Clearly a man who challenges convention thought I. On thinking about time and place it seemed to me that said rider might have been taking his normal three pints of pleasure in the ale houses of Appletreewick. But I cannot say.
Having checked I was on the big ring I was delighted to exchange pleasantries across the broad highway and then off we sped to our individual destinies.
56m in the dales today, en route to get tanked up with refreshment at the craven arms I had cake at the Washburn heritage centre and a sarnie at parcevall hall. Near barden tower I glanced across the road and happened to spot a veteran gentleman in a vintage 70s jersey that looked like Graham Breeze, but his face was obscured a bit by the wearing of a bicycle helmet. At the eleventh hour I decided it was GB and shouted a greeting. He was moving quite slowly and I wondered if a mechanical malady or wardrobe malfunction had occurred; hopefully I didn't bugger off into the distance leaving him stranded like Brett did.
At the parcevall hall tea room my Reynolds 853 Raleigh frame was being admired when I came out. The young man stated that he was, "getting good vibes from it". On the way down craven cross I hit a bump at 35 and got a scary moment of rear wheel bounce.
Obviously downhill :)
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Originally Posted by mr brightside
Still so crushed... veteran?... that today I could not leave the house for agonising between Mercatone Uno - Bianchi - Girmi or St Raphael - Geminiani - quinquina. Eventually I settled for my reserve top - a plain yellow one. To even own a yellow top might be thought presumptious or worse - but I only bought it in a Sale as a reserve top.Quote:
Originally Posted by mr brightside
Anyway after all my angst I only had time for a 23 mile ride although I did find almost 2000 feet of climb. On the winding descent down to Eastby near Skipton a BMW overtook me (ha!) and then had to keep braking for all the curves so I found myself doing 38 mph rather too close to his rear bumper. I did think of giving him a cheery wave to encourage him to get a move on but then thought he might decide instead to suddenly test his brakes and I might find myself joining him in the front passenger seat by way of the rear view window to continue the conversation.
Even with newly-sandpapered Campagnolo brake blocks.:)