After a couple of days off the bike because of a wedding (and a subsequent hangover) went for a bimble today. Luckily I was in a coffee shop when the massive downpour landed but after it passed I decided to take myself to the Belladrome to grind out some steady miles to make a dent in my challenge deficit (I'm 96km behind schedule as I type this).
Within a couple of minutes of me arriving at the track, some youngins started to show up. Turns out that there's a Monday night coaching session and I couldn't have felt more out of place, an obese man approaching his fifth decade. It wasn't helped by their dreadful lane discipline - got overtaken up the inside by the youngins several times and they were all over the track - nor was it helped by the return of the hyper fit folk on TT bikes that I mentioned in a previous installment. As a result, I never came close to hitting a rhythm at all and gave up after a few laps and went to find some entertainment elsewhere. Took a turn up the punchy Queen's Park climb (https://www.strava.com/segments/2029835) where a woman walking her dog gave me a few kind words of encouragement to which I could only gasp "it's steeper than it looks!".
Honestly not feeling it at all, lots of niggling pains from old injuries, think a cold is coming on, and my rear hub started making terminal-sounding grindies - presumably from the downpour.
All in, 23 miles at 13.3mph, with 766 feet of climbing. Where did you go, mojo??
Within a couple of minutes of me arriving at the track, some youngins started to show up. Turns out that there's a Monday night coaching session and I couldn't have felt more out of place, an obese man approaching his fifth decade. It wasn't helped by their dreadful lane discipline - got overtaken up the inside by the youngins several times and they were all over the track - nor was it helped by the return of the hyper fit folk on TT bikes that I mentioned in a previous installment. As a result, I never came close to hitting a rhythm at all and gave up after a few laps and went to find some entertainment elsewhere. Took a turn up the punchy Queen's Park climb (https://www.strava.com/segments/2029835) where a woman walking her dog gave me a few kind words of encouragement to which I could only gasp "it's steeper than it looks!".
Honestly not feeling it at all, lots of niggling pains from old injuries, think a cold is coming on, and my rear hub started making terminal-sounding grindies - presumably from the downpour.
All in, 23 miles at 13.3mph, with 766 feet of climbing. Where did you go, mojo??

Will be reading this thread to keep my brain full of cycling loveliness!!








Needless to say, it is now on charge and you will have to wait until next time I ride or next time I am in the mood to take pictures. 
The remaining ones had been well picked over except for the top and bottom branches - it's an area very popular with dog walkers. I did pick some as I'd taken the trouble to get down there. But I won't be going back as the nuts are small and not of any particular quality.