Wednesday, what a wonderful day for a ride! Fair weather, some breeze for cooling purposes and a bike waiting to be used. To top it all, May Day is celebrated properly here, it is a real holiday.
Down ‘orrible ‘ill, across the flyover and the big bend leads around to the bike path along Beira Mar. This end of it is quiet, there is a Honda dealership, closed for the holiday, and a media consultancy of some type, also closed. So nothing to attract people. A bit further on, cross a couple of rivers, and things liven up a lot. People are out on bikes and scooters and just plain feet. Rather more busy than usual. Ride along, carefully. There are two car parks along the way, and between these is where the crowds are. Then things become less busy, as the old bridge is approached. With a low level video to show very little . . .
The plan for today was to stay on the island and ride some way further along the road that might just lead to Lagoa. Sort of ride out towards the airport and turn left. Before the left turn that does this, there is the end of the cycle path and a video of the variety of ways to define the edge of a usually rather busy road hereabouts.
After gutter study, on I go in roughly the same direction. On a bike, this means riding through Jose Mendes, which is good as most of the traffic uses the tunnels through the hill, where bikes are not supposed to go. A bit of a right fork as the road underpasses the tunnel roads leads to a road that runs parallel to the main airport road, through Costeira, again little traffic along here. Reach the point where both roads join up and there is a not so very visible left turn onto SC 405 which sort of goes to Lagoa. I think. The road surface, for the few hundred yards I rode along it, is appalling. Forget this for a game, go ride along the airport road and see what that offers. A better road surface, but going nowhere once the football stadium is reached, except the airport.
Yet another turn around and return home. The SC 405, and a left onto SC 406 will take me to Lagoa, which is a very nice place to go to. The direct route from home, Florianopolis, has to climb a lot of a hill and the road twists and turns quite a lot. And the Lagoa side is steep indeed, could be a long walk up . . .
Might just suffer that horrendous road surface, for the fun of riding that hill. Anyway, today was almost twenty five miles and about six hundred feet going upwards. Big grin half way up two step hill lasted all the way home.
The map . . .