Another cold morning, but the birdbath was still holding water rather than ice. OK, I will pedal.
Once out of doors, it did not seem so very cold. Maybe I was determined to fool myself, an easy task. So, a bit of a wander around Holbeck and out from there heading towards the mostly rising roads to the clock at Oakwood. Traffic was not light for some reason, until well on the way up Roundhay Road. My imagination cannot invent any sort of reason for this, temporary traffic light slowdown or similar? By the time I turned left onto Princes Avenue the density of traffic ( I am saying nothing about drivers ) was about average. Much more fun to ride, though still not exactly on a level road. Despite having ridden four or five miles, I still had little idea of the rest of the route. No matter, but it would be an idea to have open country around me at some stage. Thought for the morning that continued all the way along Street Lane, ‘oh look, the A 61! Let’s turn right!!’ sort of stuff. Undecided is not the best way to ride, for me. But it stayed that way, travelling north towards Harrogate until the lights at Wigton Lane came into view, prompting me to turn right once more. And pedal all the way to Slaid Hill. Turn right and when the lights allow it turn left along Shadwell Lane, which unsurprisingly leads to Shadwell. Keep on Main Street for a while and eventually Gateland Lane appears on the right.
A short stretch of fields on both sides, almost open country. It has been a bit chilly all the way along so far, and most of the rest of the ride is going to be downhill. Usually downhill at the end is good but when it is this cold? Ride the temperature you have, I suppose. Anyway, Gateland Lane turns into Whin Moor Lane, which then reaches the A 58. Turn right yet again for the long descent that is always fun. Riding the fixed means keep on pedalling and I twiddled as quick as I could. Lack of practice had me spinning out at about 26 mph. Not too bad, the fastest I have ever managed, in two years, on this gearing ( 46 x 20 ) is 28 and a bit. Bottom of the hill, another right turn to reach that clock again. For once those awkward lights at the lower end of Easterly Road let me through without having to stop. It is quite a steep pull away from these for the first few yards. Hmm, I remember a different junction here. Not far now to home, and only the recurring roadworks of St Peter’s street to add some variety to the ride to cross the river and zigzag through a corner of Hunslet to reach the streets that lead to home. Eighteen and a half miles, a lot less climbing than it felt like and a grin on my face. Surprisingly good ride.
A small map for a short ride,