Not for the first time, the phone was forecasting thunderstorms around here. Not for the first time, I was disappointed. A few light spots of rain on a couple of occasions during this morning’s meander around the flatter local roads and that was it. No dramatic stuff at all . . .
Riding the fixed today, hence the flatter roads already referred to. Not too flat, with 1400 feet of climbing, says my garthing. Not many steep ones riding around anticlockwise, hmm, have to try it the other way sometime. First, the nosey through Holbeck so I could see if Victoria Bridge really was clear. It was, normal service resumed. The breeze was a little brisker this morning, and provided a welcome shove through Hunslet on the way to John o’ Gaunts. The roads were pretty quiet, a non working day for many. Take the left turn for Woodlesford and the drop past the station, this takes the road low enough to go under the bridge that supports the railway line, if you turn left at the end.
Across the canal and River Aire and start the two step climb into Swillington. This road continues to rise all the way until Garforth, with a background of Hook Moor wind turbines, comes into sight. Second exit from the roundabout here, to ride around the northern side of town to that big roundabout across the M 1. Riding most of the way around that to take the A 656, which eventually reaches Castleford and even further south. Not for me this morning though. There is a left turn for Micklefield, take that and once in the village go left again. This eventually reaches the B 1217 about a mile away from where I passed it at the previous roundabout. Turn right, although straight on works almost as well, ride to Lotherton Gates and turn left for Aberford.
I ride this way so often I should know every bump and ripple in the tarmac, I bet both bikes do! Anyway, along here I saw my first cyclists of the day, two pairs either side of the hill crest. To the road end and turn right, up the hump of Main Street and seeing three more riders travelling in the other direction. Turned left onto Cattle Lane and just glimpsed another cyclist at the top of the rise. There is a left hand bend further on where the road starts to rise again and I caught sight of the rider again, going well fast indeed. Not me, heave up the hill, the road undulates for a distance and then drops nicely to cross Cock Beck, a prelude for the climb into and through Barwick.
Scholes looks as if it is preparing for a scarecrow festival. If it is Bonfire Night they have made the dummies for this might just be a bit early. Are there still real scarecrows in fields? Suppose I have seen a few, as well as the kites imitating errr kites. Must be more attentive, instructions to myself. Leaving the village behind, across a bridge that no longer has a railway line under it, the junction with the A 64 is next. Turn left, ride a short way and turn right onto Thorner Lane. Skeltons Lane and Red Hall Lane reach the A 58, where I turn left to see how fast I can twiddle down the big hill. The spreadsheet reckons 150 rpm, the legs say too fast. But there was enough in the legs to manage the last few miles home, thirty and a bit miles, complete with grin.
The map,