A bit cloudy out there this morning. And a distinct lack of pressure in the back tyre. One of the joys, off with the wheel and tyre, valve half detached from inner tube. Fit and inflate a spare tube and ride away.
The new usual approach to the bottom of Cardigan Road, not half as scenic as the towpath, but almost certainly quieter. Just a thought, the towpath is likely older than anything along Kirkstall Road. The old tannery has 1896 above its front door, and the viaduct was built in 1849 ( for the Leeds and Thirsk Railway Company ). This end of the Leeds and Liverpool Canal was opened in 1777. Dunno when the abbey was built, but it is on Abbey Road, I suppose predictably.
Anyway, up Cardigan Road, through Headingley on the A660 and once across the Ring Road turn right to pedal through Adel. Take the left turn after passing the dam and ride up the eastern side of Golden Acre Park. Another left onto Kings Road provides a welcome descent to Bramhope and a misty view of the hill beyond the village. Not willing to miss the whizzzz down Pool Bank, so I turned right at the Dyneley Arms and left onto the Otley Road once the end of the village was reached.
Yes, the idea of a stop at the maypole again. Just as it came into sight the back wheel started to feel odd. Stopped, looked, flat!! Difficult to believe, but there it is. Decided to walk around the corner to Chevin Cycles, just in case I needed something I was not carrying. They were open when I reached the place and the car park mostly empty. Found a convenient stretch of wall and started. Wheel off, start to remove lock nut and cap, what’s this? A fresh cut, about seven millimetres long, about ten times that from the valve. This was not there earlier, I had looked closely, had another cuppa, and looked again before I left home this morning. Stick a patch inside the tyre to hopefully stop the cut spreading (it worked!), fit a spare tube and go. Again.
Up Leeds Road. The earlier mist was clearing but the northern side of the Wharfe valley was still a bit obscured, always worth a squint at though. Took my mind off being twitchy about that back wheel, anyway. There is a short drop into Bramhope, and at the bottom I decided to turn right for the steep little climb into the village centre. You know, the bit where the pub is. Out of there, the road rises gently in the direction of Cookridge. There are some less gentle bits too.
But then it is down all the way, really. Back to the A660 to Headingley again, more height loss to Kirkstall and then the bike tracks to the town centre. Passing Woodrups, I wondered why the shutters were down, reached home, the lass next door is outside, bit of a natter and I was told it’s a Bank Holiday. It must be an age thing. Whatever it is, thirty miles deserves the grin I was wearing, even with the tyre troubles.
No video, somehow forgot to press the button.
Etch a Sketch with bicycle instead.