Got my September metric half in last night after bike bud being hot and cold all day. Will be over, won’t be over, getting in car, not coming.....
I went last night as I was in an annoyed state and a bike ride is cheaper than bail money.
I had a marvellous ride and took the Genesis as I wasn’t really sure where I was going to go. I sort of made the route up as I went along. When I had passed Postwick, and on the DNR cycle path, I headed to Plumstead, then Blofield Heath on a whim. The joy of no bike bud right there.
I just kept riding straight over junctions as I knew where I was heading, even in the pitch dark. At Woodbastwick I took a quick shot of The Fur & Feathers pub sign, headed on to Rackheath instead of stopping there. Posher clientele at night and figured some scruffy cyclist would be horrific for their delicate sensibilities.
At Rackheath, I got back on the ‘pedalways’ route and carried on round, past Spixworth up the little cul-de-sac (for motor vehicles) having forgotten it’s a popular dogging spot - sped up a bit there and kept on at a bit of a pace. Was going to say ‘at a bit of a lick’ but didn’t want to give you all the wrong idea.
Took a wrong turn at St Faiths but it was fine as on roads that I know exceedingly well plus it missed out the spooky Scooby Doo woods. Easy ride back home and it was ace.
Unsure, at this time, about the 100km ride. Harder without a cycling buddy. One gets coffee the other stays with the bikes, easier for routing etc. I do find, after 18 months of living and working alone, that longer rides are better with other or others. I have lots more of September left to work something out. I do know that bike locks exist. I have several. It’s just nice to have company on a longer ride.