7.30AM, The sun was coming up.. it was a glorious morning, but a little cold. Make hay whilst the sun is shining, or so they say. So it was decided that today was the day for February's Imperial Century ride.
It didn't start so well. At the bottom of the road, I was slowing down and hit a patch of black ice. BAM.. Down on my side, Luckily it was a slo-mo fall so nothing really damaged apart from my pride and my pair of bibs which now had a small hole in the hip. Well that was a good start to the ride.
I was off to meet @
Trickedem of this parish in the village of Bean.. yes there really is a village called Bean. It's about 13 miles from home and not far from the massive Bluewater Shopping
Hell Center. So dodging sporadic patches of ice on the road and a few flooded lanes I arrived at the meet place a little before Tim. Had a quick check of the bike and found a thorn sticking in the tyre. Bowlacks was the expletive. But luckily, it had penetrated to the side of the tyre missing the inner tube. It was a bugger to get out though.
Anyway.. wasn't long before Tim turned up. He had a similar distance to travel, suffering the odd ice patch on the way also. I knew he had been working hard, as when he took his helmet off he did his best impression of a steaming kettle.
Tim was only on for half the ride today as he had other engagements and leaving him with his part of the route finding meant that we would be in for some hilly treats. Both up and down.
The country lanes were a bit mucky, a bit wet with a couple of floods to traverse and those naughty little ice patches made a couple more appearances.
Mereworth Chruch. Built 1744.
We called this place Frosty Hollow for the reason you can see in the pic
Them there sheep were a grazin'
Tim is never happier then when he is on his bike dragging himself.. and others up numerous hills.
Thought it would be good to actually get my mush in the pics for a change
Half time bacon sarnie snackage was at Ramos's Cafe in Strood. An excellent establishment for belly fullness. Lovely owner too who was really interested in our cycling and cyclists.
Tim left me in Strood, it was about the 50 mile mark. So made my way through the ups and down lanes of Kent. The roads had dried off and any ice had melted away. It meant I could push the speed up a little, but by this time the hip was a little sore. At 80 miles I popped into home to grab a water top up, a can of coke and a banana and set off again to complete the 100. Local roads, lanes, more roads and more lanes to Biggin Hill, once again a fair old schlep of a climb, long and gradual.
Stopped at the airport for a breather and to take a pic of the Spitfire and Hurricane.
Once Biggin Hill was peaked it was near enough all down hill to home. 10 easier miles.
On the way I happened upon a sportive. Must admit I was very naughty to be using the same roads as them and not even paying a penny.
So 101 hilly miles for the day. Up and down and up and down seemed to be the way. My thighs are feeling the burn, my hip is giving me jip. The sun stayed bright and the sky stayed blue. A great days cycling.