Utility ride today; insurance bods bollixed up the car insurance (causing it to expire
) and I wanted to sort it out face to face rather than on the dog & bone as it wasn't entirely straightforward. Nearest office is in Cambridge, so I rode to Ely station, hopped on a train to Cambridge North along with the bike, and cycled to where I needed to go - start and finish on the road, the middle bit on a very nice cycle path along the river and along Midsummer Common.
The chap I needed to speak to was tied up in a meeting, so with a couple of hours to kill, hopped back onto the bike, rode to the Grafton Centre and popped into
Decathlon to look for a crank extractor and a new pair of shorts - well, the 3/4 jobbies. Annoyingly they didn't have what I wanted on both fronts.
The food court was closed for redevelopment, so sat on a bench in the sunshine and noshed down the flapjack and banana I'd brought with me before riding back to the insurance place. Got it all sorted no problem.
By then I was getting a bit peckish and I had the horrors for a McDonalds, so back into town, this time to the marketplace. Not an empty rack anywhere in sight.
Wiggy therefore joined the multitude of bikes locked to the railings of St Mary's while muggins trotted off for a Big Mac, a brew and a sit down. I had thought about an ice cream as well, but couldn't be bothered to stand in the queue, and, as I hadn't brought any lights with me, there was that need to get home before the light faded.
So back on the bike for the return leg to Cambridge North. Missed the turn off for the cycle path and ended up riding through Chesterton instead. Thanks to the timetable shenanigans, had to hang around for half an hour for a train back to Ely instead of 10 mins. From there is was the usual ride home, but I didn't even bother attempting Fore Hill, as by then my knees were already protesting a fair old bit. No shame in getting off and walking.
The drag up to Orwell Pit was also hard going, but just about had enough left in the tank to get me home.
Roughly 22 miles in total, which included lugging a backpack containing two locks along with all the other necessary gubbins. Cycling in Cambridge is a real blast though and I'd definitely do it again - far easier than taking the park & ride. Though my knees, quads and calves are certainly letting me know I've put some effort in today...
As an aside, my route took me past Light Blue Cycles, so I stopped to ogle up the very nice bikes in the window display.