potsy
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Your ride today.... (part 1)
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My legs have gone missing, it was obvious from the start of the ride they were missing, it was one of those strange rides where I got better the longer it went on until about 3 miles from home when they deserted me totally and I slowed to a crawl. A good fixed ride with plenty of climbing though, 70 miles with a stop at the Lickey Hills country park visitor center, the climb to the vistor center started at the bottom of Hewell Lane, http://goo.gl/maps/SX85t
continued up Fiery Lane then right onto Twatling Rd then right at the top by the church, coming down I hadn't warmed up after the stop and was a bit stiff so I capped the speed at about 30. I got to almost to the top of the climb up Lea End Lane on the way back and couldn't roll the pedal over top dead centre had to dismount or fall off so I walked the last dozen yards of the climb. Another enjoyable good morning out on the fixed.
SatNavSaysStraightOn
Changed hemispheres!
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- ɐᴉlɐɹʇsn∀ 'ɐɹɹǝquɐƆ
Up and out on the mountain bike this morning - bit of a miserable day here on this side of Cheshire - that fine drizzle that gets everywhere. So up the converted railway and heading off down the steps again - got to the bottom of them thinking I was possibly being a touch too confident ploughing down them without the making sure the bike is 'planted' between each railway sleeper (4-6inch drops plus 2 * 90 degree turns), but I have now got the hang of them 
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Headed off towards Delamere Forest again, into the midst of chaos... it's all very well the forestry commission putting in a one way system on the roads (for the Christmas trees and grotto) but if they don't actually tell the mtb'ers who approach from the other side of the forest - i.e. those of us who have cycled there rather than driven there... well first vehicle we met on the single track road leading towards the station just so happened to be a forestry commission ranger vehicle and he was not giving me any room - so I stayed put (at this point we didn't know about the temporary one way system....) in the end the bikes won and he moved over but it was a case of only just and I was not going into the nettles/brambles for the sake of a vehicle - the next 5 vehicles were somewhat more helpful and moved over as we approached them. I guess we could have turned around prior to that point but we didn't know and there were no extra signs indicating it was currently a one-way system so we stuck with it... next week we will do our route in reverse I think!
Then that too much confidence from earlier found me on the ground. I had long enough to think "this could hurt" and remember to roll as I hit the ground. A big hole on a descent in the woodland was full of leaves and I simply didn't see it or know it was there, not helped by the fact I was looking at the next hazard on the route... got some superb bruises (yet again - assuming this is as a result of the hydrocortisone tablets I now have to take) but got up, brushed myself down and gingerly carried on. Decided to bale on last week's route (steep down hill, wet roots and now sore right arm, right ribs and left knee) just didn't appeal to me, so we did a 'fast and furious' around the white route instead... only we met an Irish wolf hound called Seamus part way around and simply had to stop to say hello
(we dog sit for an Irish Wolf Hound) so it wasn't as 'fast' as it could have been 
... Then a different route home to the 'planned' route - trying to avoid the Christmas tree chaos that has broken out, so back to the water splash (part of the bridlepath runs along a brook bed which has had that thick plastic grid stuff put down to stop it churning into mud - first time around you hope & pray it's solid - next time you know it is even when you can't see the bottom like today). All I can say is I think I did it too fast - I got soaked though oddly not my feet, but the back of my thighs!
Towards the end of the ride, I noticed pedestrians giving me really strange looks - at one point I had had to wipe the mud off my glasses to I could see where I was going... for some reason my bike was a lot cleaner than I was. Humph... time for a shower I think! http://www.strava.com/activities/98015108
EDIT: I did go and empty the hole of leaves so it was visible to others for them to avoid.
.Headed off towards Delamere Forest again, into the midst of chaos... it's all very well the forestry commission putting in a one way system on the roads (for the Christmas trees and grotto) but if they don't actually tell the mtb'ers who approach from the other side of the forest - i.e. those of us who have cycled there rather than driven there... well first vehicle we met on the single track road leading towards the station just so happened to be a forestry commission ranger vehicle and he was not giving me any room - so I stayed put (at this point we didn't know about the temporary one way system....) in the end the bikes won and he moved over but it was a case of only just and I was not going into the nettles/brambles for the sake of a vehicle - the next 5 vehicles were somewhat more helpful and moved over as we approached them. I guess we could have turned around prior to that point but we didn't know and there were no extra signs indicating it was currently a one-way system so we stuck with it... next week we will do our route in reverse I think!
Then that too much confidence from earlier found me on the ground. I had long enough to think "this could hurt" and remember to roll as I hit the ground. A big hole on a descent in the woodland was full of leaves and I simply didn't see it or know it was there, not helped by the fact I was looking at the next hazard on the route... got some superb bruises (yet again - assuming this is as a result of the hydrocortisone tablets I now have to take) but got up, brushed myself down and gingerly carried on. Decided to bale on last week's route (steep down hill, wet roots and now sore right arm, right ribs and left knee) just didn't appeal to me, so we did a 'fast and furious' around the white route instead... only we met an Irish wolf hound called Seamus part way around and simply had to stop to say hello
(we dog sit for an Irish Wolf Hound) so it wasn't as 'fast' as it could have been ... Then a different route home to the 'planned' route - trying to avoid the Christmas tree chaos that has broken out, so back to the water splash (part of the bridlepath runs along a brook bed which has had that thick plastic grid stuff put down to stop it churning into mud - first time around you hope & pray it's solid - next time you know it is even when you can't see the bottom like today). All I can say is I think I did it too fast - I got soaked though oddly not my feet, but the back of my thighs!Towards the end of the ride, I noticed pedestrians giving me really strange looks - at one point I had had to wipe the mud off my glasses to I could see where I was going... for some reason my bike was a lot cleaner than I was. Humph... time for a shower I think! http://www.strava.com/activities/98015108
EDIT: I did go and empty the hole of leaves so it was visible to others for them to avoid.
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BigonaBianchi
Yes I can, Yes I am, Yes I did...Repeat.
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- Iskele TRNC & Mordor UK
The alarm went off way to early for a sunday...the choices were
1) wimp out and stay in bed
2) join the club ride
3) jump on the turbo
4) Ride to littlehampton to meet some new friends who were walking there for cake and a chat
Option four was downloaded. I applied copius amounts of ralgex onto my dodgy hip and headed out into oblivion, otherwise known as Littlehampton.
This was my longest ride in three weeks, a shameful 20 miles there and back maximum. It was cold, and grey, and wind free for once down here.
The temptation to swim was completely non overpowering, but these guys were on hand in case I had changed my mind.
Let it never be said that southerners have no sense of humor...check out the dog and the naked women in the upstairs window, well to a cold hungry cyclist
with hip pain even a manequin doll looks inviting!
I wonder what adventure have been lived out on these boats?
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Well this chippy was closed so I had no choice but to venture into the portuguese cafe (where the owners all speak Spanish ..huh??)
and get stuck into this lot over a chat before heading back along the highway to hell!
1) wimp out and stay in bed
2) join the club ride
3) jump on the turbo
4) Ride to littlehampton to meet some new friends who were walking there for cake and a chat
Option four was downloaded. I applied copius amounts of ralgex onto my dodgy hip and headed out into oblivion, otherwise known as Littlehampton.
This was my longest ride in three weeks, a shameful 20 miles there and back maximum. It was cold, and grey, and wind free for once down here.
The temptation to swim was completely non overpowering, but these guys were on hand in case I had changed my mind.
Let it never be said that southerners have no sense of humor...check out the dog and the naked women in the upstairs window, well to a cold hungry cyclist
with hip pain even a manequin doll looks inviting!
I wonder what adventure have been lived out on these boats?
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Well this chippy was closed so I had no choice but to venture into the portuguese cafe (where the owners all speak Spanish ..huh??)
and get stuck into this lot over a chat before heading back along the highway to hell!
derrick
The Glue that binds us together.
- Location
- On the edge of London
A really good 50 miler with the club, nice bit of breakfast in Codicote and a nice ride back, had a little bit of racing thrown in aswell
http://app.strava.com/activities/98052589
http://app.strava.com/activities/98052589
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Yes its a name that makes me smile
Mattonsea
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- Location
- New Forest
Back from the Isle of Wight . I sportive bombed the Wiggle event . The ferry cost was £14 , so that's a bargain. 43 miles . elevation of 2400 feet. I bettered my time by half an hour, the Garmin read 3.30 hours. Lots of people were unregistered , just using the route and not the services provided. The roads were quite bad, speaking to a local rider the council have struggled to fix them after last winter.
It was a bit cold as we went inland but stunning views of the Needles . Great group of riders , no bike snobbery. Some great vintage cycles and no rubbish.
Now for a sit down.
It was a bit cold as we went inland but stunning views of the Needles . Great group of riders , no bike snobbery. Some great vintage cycles and no rubbish.
Now for a sit down.
Glow worm
Legendary Member
- Location
- Near Newmarket
I used to live in Barnt Green and Big Ron Atkinson's gaff was on Twatling Road!
T.M.H.N.E.T
Rainbows aren't just for world champions
- Location
- Northern Ireland
A quick lap of the Ulster CX MTB support race hosted by my club. Had no real chance to warm-up and aggravated a niggle.
1 lap wonder :/
1 lap wonder :/
Glow worm
Legendary Member
- Location
- Near Newmarket
Sparkling day here in the flatlands today. Just a short ride though on familiar territory for me along a few quiet lanes, tracks and paths.
Reach village green looked good in the sunshine..
This is not the place to come for hill training! The flatlands are not everyone's cup of tea, but I like it- and the hordes stay away which suits me perfectly. As a miserable sod, and a bit of a loner tbh, being able to ride for miles without seeing a soul is bliss.
Burwell fen is filling up nicely with water. Good for wading birds, though I saw nothing of note today.
Spent an hour or so on the new bridge over Reach Lode hoping to see short eared owls. They come over from Scandinavia every winter, though I saw none today. Maybe still a little early in the season. Lovely sunset though as I left the bridge..
And a bit further along (must have been getting dark as my hub dynamo light had switched itself on). I often see little owls sat in that tree on the right. Not today though.
Pools of mist had begun to form in places and when I got home and wheeled the bike round the back, the fields behind our garden had become covered in mist- looked beautiful, though my poor camera skills don't do it justice...
Only 12 miles for me today - must try harder!
Reach village green looked good in the sunshine..
This is not the place to come for hill training! The flatlands are not everyone's cup of tea, but I like it- and the hordes stay away which suits me perfectly. As a miserable sod, and a bit of a loner tbh, being able to ride for miles without seeing a soul is bliss.
Burwell fen is filling up nicely with water. Good for wading birds, though I saw nothing of note today.
Spent an hour or so on the new bridge over Reach Lode hoping to see short eared owls. They come over from Scandinavia every winter, though I saw none today. Maybe still a little early in the season. Lovely sunset though as I left the bridge..
And a bit further along (must have been getting dark as my hub dynamo light had switched itself on). I often see little owls sat in that tree on the right. Not today though.
Pools of mist had begun to form in places and when I got home and wheeled the bike round the back, the fields behind our garden had become covered in mist- looked beautiful, though my poor camera skills don't do it justice...
Only 12 miles for me today - must try harder!
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arranandy
Legendary Member
A sad and melancholy ride for me today. I found out late last night that an old friend of mine was killed in the police helicopter crash of Friday night. I rode about 30 miles with just my thoughts for company. Some sad and some happy about the laughs we had with our group of friends over the years. RIP Tony
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Wayne Tully
Senior Member
A cold 130KM club ride.
Bit eventful, after 25 KM we had a nasty off on a 20% gradient, I think he must have hit a leaf or something but I'd say his helmet saved his life.
He is OK though nasty knock from his glasses but everything is in the right place
HELMETS SAVE LIVES
Continued to Headcorn Aerodrome for a much need bacon sandwich and a coffee.
We had another off on some gravel, some quite nasty road rash but the guy got back on, fair play to him
We continued though Kent and into Lenham, about 10 miles out I got jelly legs, luckily my club guys are amazing and they pull me in, stopped for a Yazoo and a saveloy then headed up Hubbards Hill, through Eastling and back to Faversham
Bit eventful, after 25 KM we had a nasty off on a 20% gradient, I think he must have hit a leaf or something but I'd say his helmet saved his life.
He is OK though nasty knock from his glasses but everything is in the right place
HELMETS SAVE LIVES
Continued to Headcorn Aerodrome for a much need bacon sandwich and a coffee.
We had another off on some gravel, some quite nasty road rash but the guy got back on, fair play to him
We continued though Kent and into Lenham, about 10 miles out I got jelly legs, luckily my club guys are amazing and they pull me in, stopped for a Yazoo and a saveloy then headed up Hubbards Hill, through Eastling and back to Faversham
Mattonsea
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- New Forest
Thinking of you and your loss.
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