the stupid one
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Yesterday was a lovely day for cycling - dry and still. I, however, was feeling unwell, so had to wait until today.
Today was a less lovely day for cycling - still dry, but colder and a lot breezier. 35 km of headwind to start. And at about 15 km I got my first p*ncture of the modern era. Back tyre as well. Luckily, I found the thorny culprit and was able to pull out that part of the tube and patch it. First time I'd used those Park Tools self-adhesive jobs.
Stopped at Net's café for coffee and bara brith.
At about 30 km my lack of experience with Park Tools patches showed its ugly side when the tyre went down again, so this time it was wheel off, new tube in, and a bloody fight to get the wheel back on. It was easier than last time I tried, that's the best I can say.
Such a relief when the route turned north-eastish and the headwind disappeared, though I was a bit knackered by then. I'd set my mind on continuing to Ellesmere Port though, then continuing to Eastham Village before cutting across to Willaston for a twilight break at Hadlow Road Station. And then back onto the Wirral Way in the dark, always exciting.
Got home unsure of the km/miles conversion, so I was prepared to ride up and down the road for a bit to make 50 miles, but I checked on my iPad at the front door and discovered I didn't need to. Thank goodness for that.
Took me seven hours all told, I didn't pass a grown-up on a bike all day. I'm not fast, but I am persistent.
The big reveal exposed fabulous hat/helmet hair!
Today was a less lovely day for cycling - still dry, but colder and a lot breezier. 35 km of headwind to start. And at about 15 km I got my first p*ncture of the modern era. Back tyre as well. Luckily, I found the thorny culprit and was able to pull out that part of the tube and patch it. First time I'd used those Park Tools self-adhesive jobs.
Stopped at Net's café for coffee and bara brith.
At about 30 km my lack of experience with Park Tools patches showed its ugly side when the tyre went down again, so this time it was wheel off, new tube in, and a bloody fight to get the wheel back on. It was easier than last time I tried, that's the best I can say.
Such a relief when the route turned north-eastish and the headwind disappeared, though I was a bit knackered by then. I'd set my mind on continuing to Ellesmere Port though, then continuing to Eastham Village before cutting across to Willaston for a twilight break at Hadlow Road Station. And then back onto the Wirral Way in the dark, always exciting.
Got home unsure of the km/miles conversion, so I was prepared to ride up and down the road for a bit to make 50 miles, but I checked on my iPad at the front door and discovered I didn't need to. Thank goodness for that.
Took me seven hours all told, I didn't pass a grown-up on a bike all day. I'm not fast, but I am persistent.
The big reveal exposed fabulous hat/helmet hair!