
Originally Posted by
Al Fowler
On Tuesday, dog training was cancelled so I decided to get the ribble out (as the roads had dried) and go for a late night blast.
The first mile was an absolute dream, I was doing 22mph on a newly laid patch of tarmac and I literally felt like I was out for a walk in the park.
I then made the worse directional decision of my life and chose to head towards Emmi's neck of the woods.
It was hell on earth!!!!! Traffic lights every flammin 100 meters and people driving so badly. I then had an even worse experience by hitting the centre of preston.
It was pure hell...Ive never been so scared of dying on my bike!
Never am I again...cycling through the centre of a city!!!!!!
Give me back my pitch black, totally empty country lanes any day.
Dazington..........can you please recommend me a suitable jersey for riding at night. I dont have any light coloured jerseys and had to wear a slightly too small white t-shirt.