There had been a heavy rainfall this morning, judging by how wet things were outdoors. But the phone said a dry day and I believed it, though when I saw the bike in all its Monday muck that belief took a bit of holding on to.
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First thing Monday morning this saddle was 283 miles old.
Ten miles older, where has the shiny gone??
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Down the hill and around the bend, pedal along parallel to the beach until the new bridge is reached. It is a popular stretch of road, in dry weather at least. Lots of folk around, some on bikes, some happy joggers and some people using the exercise machines that the council (?) provides all around the area. Turn a corner and there is a set of physical torture equipment, a lot of it being used and by all age groups too. Yeah, younger outnumbers older and I guess there is a majority of men using this stuff. Never been tempted.
There was a plan for today’s ride and for a change the plan was followed. Cross the bridge, onto the mainland, and turn right. North and a lot west. Under the old bridge, Ponte Hercilio Luz to award the Sunday name, and there is another cycle path, just inland from the beach. At the end, carry on along the road in front through a jumble of houses and small businesses until a T junction is reached. Right is to the beach, but the bike don’t float. Left to the main road and right again. Pass the naval college, still wondering where they keep all the ships, and carry on for a while. This road is fair busy, when I saw a road off half right, I took that. Peace! Having glanced at the map last evening, this road was the closest to the sea and eventually would meet the main trunk road north, BR 101. Just as the day’s mileage clicked to twelve this road was reached, and I decided to turn around.
So, allowing for navigational errors, it should be a simple ride home. Back through the bit I had just ridden, was about to turn off the camera and saw the two scrap collectors. This area has a scrapyard or two, I had seen another bloke pulling a cart. Just did not put the two together, never thought. Still, home is in that direction, so keep pedalling. Back to the busy road and a left turn. One more left turn and found a one way street going the wrong way so rode three sides of a square to reach where I wanted to be. Back along the beach road, old bridge, new bridge and then Beira Mar on the island. Another crossing of the main drag via the footbridge, along the road to the left turn up the two ramp hill home, which still defeated me but this time at least half a dozen pedal turns, and one foot already unclipped.
A grin for twenty four and a smidge miles and about 1300 feet up. Bigger grin for the shower to come, it was a warm ride.
The map may explain better
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