My boy rode the short version (14 km) of the Wirral Bikeathon this morning, while I drove him and his friend and two bikes to the start, waited around for them to get back then natter with their mates for forty minutes, then drove them home again. I couldn't let that go unchallenged so . . .
I'm a fair weather cyclist, and fair weather doesn't include the burning sun and mediterranean temperatures we enjoyed/suffered today. I had an afternoon siesta and went out at about half past six. The new chainset and BB are making quite a difference, unless I've had a mysterious pro-style surge of fitness. I felt good, pedalled more and coasted less, didn't stop for a break, and was still going strong when I finished.
From Woodside to Eastham the Wirral Circular Trail takes all kinds of twists and turns and tracks and side roads. I couldn't be arsed, and I wanted to get home before it got too dark, so I used the A41 for that stretch. Sunday evening traffic was light, too.
At the end of Eastham Rake I decided I was bored of the Wirral Way so I turned right and stayed on the roads, except for the always-thrilling Landican Lane.
The new saddle didn't cripple me, either. I reckon the metric century is getting closer.