A 33.33 miles (possibly I did switch off my Garmin before reaching my drive) - max speed 33 mph., climb 2,300 feet - jaunt round the honey pots of North Yorkshire - Bolton Abbey, Burnsall, (Hebden), Grassington, Rylestone (of "Calendar Girls" fame!) to see how many visitors had defied the cold weather to enjoy their Bank Holiday; and the answer was quite a lot. Scores of cyclists out, notably in groups and mostly friendly.
Because I know these roads so well I tend to "switch off" but today as I paused to answer my phone a rider on a Bianchi went past without any acknowledgement. I wasn't expecting genuflection but I have read too much of Dr Hutch not to then chase him down and teach him the courtesy of the road. But I softened and just caught and swept past him with an extravagant and warm spirited acknowledgement. On would think Italian bike dealers would have some form of vetting system though: right sort of school, fluent Italian, island villa. Anyway I comforted myself with some "slam it in the big ring and give it some welly" sector PBs.
After all, cycling is like fell running - it's all in the head.
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