Having sold another bit of my former ebike conversion a trip to the Post Office was required this morning, the one good thing of it relocating into WHS is that it has Sunday opening. So off on the new ebike greeting a neighbour at a good distance and thinking I had forgot something, but no the parcel was in the rucksack along with my normal glasses so continued forth.
As opposed to taking the normal commute route along a path to another road where the Defy hit the deck on ice the other week I stayed on the minor local road. Due to some somewhat mysterious road works that means the more major road is completely closed, including its footpaths, all traffic to the western end of the housing estate is diverted onto the minor one but it was still reasonably quite. Once on the open part of the more major road I turned onto the cycle track that parallels it, a left then almost immediate right turn which, with a wall alongside and a metal post in the middle to avoid, all too often requires a foot on the ground to balance the bike right for the necessary clearance and today was no different. Took care to keep a distance from walkers; two lads appeared wearing masks and their seemed to a lot of cars in the, now closed, swimming pool car park.
As I cruised rather than clambered, being on the ebike, up the short sharp grade, that cycle route planers seem to love to include, to the crossing of the A61 Ripon Road it suddenly dawned on me I had no lock. So a quick U turn, the masked lads were now having a game of tussle and I sneaked back along the path avoiding the now briefly major road where it climbs horribly steeply after a ninety degree turn into it and not the sort of location on a bike you want some fast moving clown behind you. Three lads were playing a game of single goal football, where they from the same family, my wonderings were interrupted by realising a misplaced shot at the goal was rapidly rolling towards me and I just avoided the ball.
Arrived back home and opened the back door to see immediately the missing the D lock, a Kryptonite one that at times has been problematic to unlock. Keeping the mechanism well oiled and keeping the lock indoors seems to be the trick
This time decided on the commute route as it meant less use of the cycle track and encounters with pedestrians. The football game was still going on watched by who I took to be their mother. Commute route does require a right turn, that to avoid potholes has to be done too soon clipping the corner or very late at almost ninety degrees; as I did the former it did dawn on me maybe the latter would be better in the circumstances of being doubly safe.
A very brief use of the A61 from the cycle crossing as opposed to the poorly to the point of non existent marked cycle track on the opposing pavement and another pot hole filled right turn with clipping the corner necessary – did that taxi driver realise or did he glare at me?
Final cycle path towards town is through a park, the children play area had one or two children in groups with their parents all seeming to keep a fair distance apart. This also has a steep climb on it, around an S bend with gradients on some bits well into double figures I suspect. It also passes through a wooded area and despite the warm sun as the shade hit the temperature fell like a stone, so there I was wishing I had put my coat hood up while a couple of metres away basking in the sunshine was an elderly couple sat on a bench.
Back on public highway a further climb followed made worse by the road surface of rough tarmac, I took sympathy on the ebikes motor and dropped down a gear as if on a normal bike to cope with the surface. At the top of the climb a set of 3 way TTLs were in situ and true to form I had just missed the requisite one. So a long dose before heading finally into town, downgrade past the forlorn no Conferences now Centre, an acute left turn being doubly careful of what was coming the other way as it is a bus route and those electric buses are pretty quite. Right turn onto a steep climb that is in my book ebike only territory as there is an alternative gentler route available. Another right then left and straight across a very quite A61 to the cycle stands behind the also forlorn theatre. A handful of people walking in town keeping well apart, and into WHS where the store seemed deserted (some would say that’s normal) and the Post Office was indeed open with the sole staff member sheltering in the currency exchange booth behind Plexiglas or whatever is used.
Had a quick scan of the magazines but nothing said I must buy this, not sure what exactly new Mads Petersen has to say on the day he won the World Championships that those watching like drowned rats do not already know. Alternate route taken back to avoid the TTLs, this features a road that really is pot hole central; there is a single strip of tarmac close to centre that is sound and today thankfully it was free of moving vehicles. Left, right and left the ebike found itself on its homebound commute so I was tempted to let it lead but decided probably it might still need some guidance. The crossing of the A61 nicely went in favour of me just as arrived and the game of football was still going on – this time the shot went in the net, phew!
So a longer than expected short trip of 6.74 miles with 485ft of ebiked climbing and a very low battery- rapidly thinking the range is based on no gradients being encountered.