Bought and fitted a few other bits for the bike, so I had to have a trundle out to be sure. Really, to put things right. So, that all worked well and if I can download the video editor onto this laptop there will be moving pictures also. Watch the space below.
Thus far I have only been brave enough to tackle one descent ( declive, I think ) from the apartment. So I descended again. Over the flyover, the ever tightening right hand bend and eventually onto the cycle path towards Beira Mar. Then, for the first time, cross two very busy roads, by means of a footbridge, and turn left in the direction of Lagoa da Conceicaon. I may just have spelt that correctly. After passing Parc de Santo Jorge the direct road starts going up. Steeply so. Climbing that, and descending the other twisty side, are joys to come. Until that day dawns, I will settle for the right turn on the road leading to a municipal park which I did not quite reach. The ride was punctuated by those stops you need when you just have to adjust that. NOW! So I turned around, having had enough of spanner interruptions, allen key and screwdriver too. Back to base still had the odd episode, not least when I took a wrong turn and spent what seemed like an eternity working out how to find me again. But it all worked out, the last ascent took me two or three metres further than last time, so all is good eleven and a half miles further on. A new squiggle, oops, map.
And a video
23rd April 2018
Just a repeat of the Beira Mar ride today, pass the bridge and ride on until reaching a Plaza Hotel where the road became distinctly urban, though quiet enough. Urban around here means a pretty poor road surface and usually narrow lanes as well. What were once called catseyes in the UK have a whole new dimension of solid here, and they are large also. Large enough to stop drivers crossing them at all, which means close passes are the order of the day. Not really a worry, I have yet to encounter aggressive driving while I am riding the bike. Twelve and a half miles in the warmth of the Brazilian sun. Lucky me!! Oh, lucky twice over, no mechanical gremlins today.
Thus far I have only been brave enough to tackle one descent ( declive, I think ) from the apartment. So I descended again. Over the flyover, the ever tightening right hand bend and eventually onto the cycle path towards Beira Mar. Then, for the first time, cross two very busy roads, by means of a footbridge, and turn left in the direction of Lagoa da Conceicaon. I may just have spelt that correctly. After passing Parc de Santo Jorge the direct road starts going up. Steeply so. Climbing that, and descending the other twisty side, are joys to come. Until that day dawns, I will settle for the right turn on the road leading to a municipal park which I did not quite reach. The ride was punctuated by those stops you need when you just have to adjust that. NOW! So I turned around, having had enough of spanner interruptions, allen key and screwdriver too. Back to base still had the odd episode, not least when I took a wrong turn and spent what seemed like an eternity working out how to find me again. But it all worked out, the last ascent took me two or three metres further than last time, so all is good eleven and a half miles further on. A new squiggle, oops, map.
And a video
23rd April 2018
Just a repeat of the Beira Mar ride today, pass the bridge and ride on until reaching a Plaza Hotel where the road became distinctly urban, though quiet enough. Urban around here means a pretty poor road surface and usually narrow lanes as well. What were once called catseyes in the UK have a whole new dimension of solid here, and they are large also. Large enough to stop drivers crossing them at all, which means close passes are the order of the day. Not really a worry, I have yet to encounter aggressive driving while I am riding the bike. Twelve and a half miles in the warmth of the Brazilian sun. Lucky me!! Oh, lucky twice over, no mechanical gremlins today.