35 miles today. No wind..actually there's a 1mph breeze. Ironically i hate it when its like that, it means a headwind all the time, whichever direction you travel in. The workloads not so high, but its continuous. I'd rather fight a headwind then have the luxury of a tailwind.
Peterborough, head west, then south to Alconbury, over the A1 then back north home.
Does anyone ever kinda regret sounding off at someone ? Last mile or so takes me down a gravelly track. I could see a guy with 5 or 6 big dogs on the track, slowed down as i approached, slowed right down as i got closer, guy looks round, makes NO attempt to gather his loose dogs, i slowly passed on the other side of the track...and of course the dogs leapt straight across causing me to bump one of them and lose control a bit.
'Yeah, cheers for that'
'well you could have rung your bell further back' (i havnt got one and the crunchy gravelly path alerted him long before i was there)
'thats bull...you turned round and saw me from 20/30 yeards away and made no attempt to respect my right to be here as well'
He started to reply, looked a bit wistful....and i told him he's an idiot, a sorry for the lack of control of his dogs would have been nice.
An overeaction by me, not in what happened but my tone of voice...shoulda known i'd do it, i could see it coming.
Ah well, good ride anyway, suns out, its mild, 5 Red Kite and a bacon sarnie and tea once back. Magic.