I had planned a ride back from the coast today. I had to go over anyway so I went by train and hopped off at Seamer. Just up the road from Scarborough.
The plan was to go south a little towards Bridlington, cut inland and go west and then go north up through Malton and make for Helmsley. Take the back quiet roads shadowing the A170 and grind my way up White Horse Bank and make for home via Ouseburn.
Well...that was the plan.
It started off ok and I got about 6 miles into the planned route from Seamer, turned south and uphill at Flixton. About half way the climb up my gears started jumping and slipping. I stopped, fiddled about and could see nothing wrong but adjusted the cage throw anyway. I just about managed to get going and BANG it happened again. It's around 12% or 13 % at that point and I almost had an off. Brake grabbing to stop a slide backwards.
Even more pointless faffing about and I was off again, a few yards on and low and behold more slipping. This time though when grabbing the brakes..........the rear was just loose. WTF.
I thought maybe the cable had slipped. If only. One of the brake blocks was missing.
I'm glad I didn't actually set off.
I realised that when I grabbed the brakes before to stop slipping back, being push in blocks, one had obviously been pulled out.
So the next 30 plus mins were spent scouring the tarmac and grassy verge for a blue/black bit of rubber about 50mm long.
Did I find it ? Not a chance. I was well and truely f***ed. So a quick rethink of the day and the first thing to find was a bike shop for another brake block.
Back down the hill to the flat-ish A64 and a careful but dodgy, front brake only ride of 16 miles into Malton. I found a bike shop just by wandering in the right direction. My luck was changing.
I fitted the block easy enough but with slipping gears there was no way I was going to do a hilly route. Instead I took the flatter and more straight forward route back to Leeds pretty much retracing the route of Scolly's ride out to Scarborough we had done the other week.
I had my breakfast before setting off, an apple on the train, and a banana whilst fitting the new brake block. Having wasted so much time already I didn't bother with any lunch in Malton. Mistake. By the time I got to Pockington I was rapidly running out of steam. Never mind thought I , I'll just press on to Cawood and Ma B's cafe on the caravan site.
Well yes but it was another 18 miles.
I made it ok but by this time my thighs were on fire and I was desperate for food. As I rounded the bend in the road what did I see..................the blinds were down.
I pulled in anyway and fortunately the door was open and, result,
They were open. A cheese and pickle roll, a salad and then a scone with jam and cream all washed down with tea I was feeling OK again. I sat for a half hour in the sun and then headed off for the last 25 miles to home.
Not the best day on a bike to be sure but the weather was lovely and despite everything I enjoyed it.
Including the ride to the station first thing it topped put at around 85 miles. with about 2700 ft of up.
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Edit: I really wanted to go through the village named 'Thwing' Never made it though
Another time then.
When I do I hope they have a village pond, with a swan, swimming on the pond .
Being able to genuinely say The Thwing swan swum well, well swum Thwing swan would be quite something, and quite difficult too.