Today has been frustrating and unproductive.
Having awoken late, consumed the last two eggs and found myself in a decidedly foul mood since everything appears have gone wrong recently, I thrashed it down to the local shop on the creaky old rotter for another tray of eggs - only to be told they'd run out. Never mind; not the end of the world and I won't starve.
Since I was out on the bike, it was so nice and I had sod all else to do I dropped off my massive utility rucksack at home (to avoid a sweaty back) and defiantly headed into the hills. All the people who are no longer in town are still on all over the bridleways; with no shortage of other cyclists and walkers on my chosen route.
These were the routes I should be enjoying on my new bike, which thanks to a warranty-return paint defect to a less-than-enthusiastic supplier is currently serving as a very expensive paperweight in the living room
Fuelled by Metallica's classic Master of Puppets I smashed my way along the rough, chalky tracks; not holding back on the speed but trying to avoid the worst bits for the sake of my skinny 25c slicks; which handled the abuse well. As much as I yern to get out on these routes on the new bike, I appreciated the liberating feeling of not having to care about what I was riding since it's only a matter of time before its knackered frame sends it to the scrapper, making stone-chips an anxiety-free non-issue
At the end of the track I forked off down a tarmac road which emerged somewhere other than where I'd expected; and interestingly somewhere I'd wondered about as I passed a few days ago en-route from Boar's Hill.
I caned it down the long, 3-4% hill back towards town; reaching the roundabout on the ringroad with fortuitous timing that allowed me to take a long, sweeping line across it with no loss of speed; exiting at about 30mph and peeling off towards the Abingdon rd. From there it was across Donny bridge, down the Iffley rd back into town and home.
Only 10 miles but I feel a lot better for letting off some steam and not totally wasting the fantastic weather by staying indoors throughout. Hopefully tomorrow I'll take the more presentable road bike out for a longer, "proper" ride
EDIT: Forgot to add it was the first time rocking the shorts this year as the temperature was great. Also had some fun super-manning along the straight flat bits with arms on the tops of the drops and gripping the hoods. Tangible aero gains, almost comfortable, stable and a lot less terrifying that I'd expected