Sunday morning long rides resumed today with the longest ride outside of sportives so far.
Out at 6:45, under grey skies and coolish temperature, but no wind, looking like a good day for a ride. Off past Norton church, Littleworth, Wadborough and Pershore came and went. At the beginning my legs seemed a bit uncooperative, and I was thinking I should have worn my full gloves instead of fingerless, as the cold was making my fingers tingle, by by the time I got to Pershore the legs were turning ok, and my hands were fine as the intermittent sunshine was warming up the air.
After Pershore came Pinvin, where the traffic lights at the A44 have disappeared, but with little traffic this wasn't a problem. Past Pinvin was a left for Throckmorton, where I stopped for a drink, and then headed for Flyford Flavell via Bishampton. Just outside Bishampton, a section of road has had surface dressing applied, which required some careful riding, but luckily the dressed section wasn't too long.
At Flyford took the right towards Radford, and followed the road to the end. I had expected this road to be a gradual ascent, but it was a continuous up and down, which made for hard work.
Once I reached the end of this lane it was a left for the Ridgeway, with the elevation now increasing steadily.
I stopped at Weethley for a bite and a couple of photos, the only ones today, as the views were quite dull due to the grey skies.
An interesting looking church, with the Malverns in the distance.
As I was having my nutbar, I heard some voices up the road, which turned out to be a solo cyclist pep talking himself and laughing as he sped down the hill
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Once refreshed I carried on, and soon I passed a Welcome to Worcestershire sign, which means that I had inadvertently strayed into Warwickshire. Anyhow, carry on towards the Saltway turn. A bit before the turn I had the only incident of the day. On the other side of the road there were two cyclists moving somewhat slowly, and a car behind them, who very considerately slowed down to wait for me to pass before overtaking the other two cycling. Suddenly I heard an engine revving behind me and a big car overtook me quite fast, leaving hardly any spare for the patient driver who was wait for a safe opportunity to overtake
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A few more cyclists came past in the other direction, and I overtook one before reaching the Saltway and heading towards Droitwich.
Now the route was predominantly downhill, but still with some short climbs, am my legs were starting to feel the distance.
To avoid the sharp ramp in Hadzor, I turned left before Hanbury Wharf, and headed for Oddingley via Shernal Green.
The last few miles past Tibberton and the hospital were quite hard work, but I made it home in about the same time that it would have taken me to cover ten fewer miles a year ago. I call that progress.
The map.