I escorted a friend on a confidence-building bike ride today. She wanted to do a very easy ride to a cafe in Sowerby Bridge via the Calder Valley Cycleway. I didn't tell her that I was hoping to tempt her into doing a more exciting route back over a whacking big hill because I thought it would put her off ...
Tour de France fever is starting to build here in the Calder Valley, along which the pro riders will pass on stage 2 of this year's Tour. We have already had a bunch of nutters tow a grand piano up one of the climbs as a publicity stunt, and I manage to ride through another event involving scores of riders and 5 times winner of the TdF, Bernard Hinault, without even realising what was going on ...
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In case people somehow hadn't yet heard what is coming up in July, locals are dropping a few broad hints ...
The council is doing its bit too ...
They have even added hire bikes at the railway station! (I have not actually seen anybody riding one yet though ...)
Anyway - off we went along the cycleway. I soon noticed that the tarmac section after the railway station has been swept clean of years of accumulated debris. Then a muddy section further on has been resurfaced. It is only compacted crushed stone and a sand-like substance, but it is a lot better than what went before.
We continued through Mytholmroyd and on to the path that runs through the woods, parallel to the railway line. This too had been cleaned up, and workers were out putting up new fences either side of the path. It dawned on me that this effort is probably to welcome hundreds of cyclists to the valley and get them in to Hebden Bridge and Mytholmroyd when the TdF comes through and the roads are closed.
So, there I was tootling along, explaining all this to my pal, when
BANG! I rode over a big twig which got flicked up into my front mudguard (a Crud Roadracer) and it did what it was supposed to do - sacrificed itself rather than jamming my wheel and sending me over the handlebars. Good job Cruddie, but - oh, bugger!
I stopped and removed the dangling remnants of mudguard from my bike, and put them in my bag to dispose of them when I got home.
As we proceeded along the Cycleway, we discovered that a section was closed so council workmen could use some heavy machinery in safety. More infrastructure improvements! If only we could get our roads and cycleways maintained like this when we were
not expecting a world-class sporting event to hit the area ...
So, we had to get off the Cycleway near Brearley and take to the Rochdale canal towpath sooner than we normally do. I was on my road bike so I was concerned that it might be as rough and potholed as it was last time I was along there, about a year ago. Nope - those pesky workers have been out improving that too - *gasp*!
How's that for a nice offroad route! (Spot the bluebells ...)
Even the steep, normally muddy and gravel-strewn slope off the towpath onto the backstreet leading into Sowerby Bridge had been resurfaced. It is now tarmac with little cobbled strips across to act as speedbumps.
We arrived in SB, and had our cafe stop. It was very pleasant there in the sunshine (apart from the traffic noise from a nearby A-road). My pal said that she had enjoyed the ride so far and didn't want to head straight back.
Aha - my opportunity!
I suggested a longer, more scenic alternative - ride back to Luddenden Foot, cross the busy A646 and then climb up steep(ish) Solomon hill towards the village of Midgley. She was a bit worried about the hill, but agreed to have a go. In fact, she managed to ride up the first half and then walked the rest.
We decided to extend the ride further by detouring up the Luddenden valley to Booth, then climb up lovely Jerusalem Lane, before hairpinning back to the left and descending into Midgley.
On the way up Height Road beyond the village, I beheld a fearsome sight ... I don't like to worry
@potsy, but the scourge of Highland cattle seems to be spreading!
From the summit, it was a rapid plunge down Birchcliffe Road back into Hebden Bridge.
I enjoyed riding even slower than I usually do and watching someone else exceed their own expectations. My friend was a bit sore and tired by the time we got back, but I think tackling 25 km (15.5 miles) including a big, steep hill is a good effort for someone who hardly ever rides a bike!