@C R - that's more like the typical miserable visage of Britain we've all let slip from memory during the glorious summer! Good work for getting out in it
This morning was uncharacteristically bright (relative to the weather forcast) and we were getting a bit tight for eggs.. by now you know the drill!
Contrary to Tuesday's effort I didn't feel like much of a ride but it got better as I went on. Felt properly autumnal today; the usual long-sleeve base layer and baggy swimming shorts (😊) feeling borderline-acceptable for the first time in a long time, with evident wind chill on the exposed hands and legs for the first time this side of summer.
After a while got warmed up though and was fine; which was a good job as the five egg boxes take up any room in my rucksack that would otherwise be reserved for additional layers!
I thought I was going to get taken out by some dickhead pulling off the dual carriageway on my way to Cumnor; obliviously (if thankfully slowly) swinging wide out of the T-junction; the front passenger-side corner of his soft-roader describing an arc that would pass perfectly right through my path; which was held out of nihilism and defiance on my part. Once he was a couple of feet from me he finally twigged my presence; snatching the wheel over and hitting the brakes; then hanging well back until we reached the next junction a bit further down. I think he shook himself up tbh given how close he came to hitting me through his own total lack of observation. Hopefully a lesson learned...
Despite arriving a little late the egg-shed was reasonably stocked; albiet with more average 60-ish grammers rather than the 85g monsters from a while ago; I wonder if chickens have a "seasonal blowout" come the end of summer..? Rucksack filled I continued on my way with the less than uplifting Smiths soundtrack (appropriate for my mood) along the usual route; Abingdon, Culham, Didcot.. inadvertantly starling a buzzard from its roadside pearch with my tortured wailing along to one of Marr and Morrissey's miserable epics..
Stopped on the cycle path by the power station to pick so blackberries before continuing along a "new" bridleway between Sutton Courtney and Drayton - not a terrible excursion but one that probably won't be repeated as the route from SC to Abingdon is better-surfaced and cuts out more A-road.
A break to put some more air in the back tyre as I'd felt that horrible "bottoming out" feeling too many times and probably deserved a puncture by this point. Back to the convenience of the potatophone for images:
Pootled the rest of the way back, making it about 40 miles at about 14mph. Saw quite a few other cyclists about but I think the noticeably lower temperature today had kept a lot of people inside; not that I'm complaining! I feel a lot better today for some reason too; that nice post-exercise calm; perhaps because of the exertion of a slightly chilly fasted ride
Finally, found a bonus phone pic from a great ride on the Raleigh earlier in the week; which encompassed some cracking sunset action through Port Meadow 😊
This morning was uncharacteristically bright (relative to the weather forcast) and we were getting a bit tight for eggs.. by now you know the drill!
Contrary to Tuesday's effort I didn't feel like much of a ride but it got better as I went on. Felt properly autumnal today; the usual long-sleeve base layer and baggy swimming shorts (😊) feeling borderline-acceptable for the first time in a long time, with evident wind chill on the exposed hands and legs for the first time this side of summer.
After a while got warmed up though and was fine; which was a good job as the five egg boxes take up any room in my rucksack that would otherwise be reserved for additional layers!
I thought I was going to get taken out by some dickhead pulling off the dual carriageway on my way to Cumnor; obliviously (if thankfully slowly) swinging wide out of the T-junction; the front passenger-side corner of his soft-roader describing an arc that would pass perfectly right through my path; which was held out of nihilism and defiance on my part. Once he was a couple of feet from me he finally twigged my presence; snatching the wheel over and hitting the brakes; then hanging well back until we reached the next junction a bit further down. I think he shook himself up tbh given how close he came to hitting me through his own total lack of observation. Hopefully a lesson learned...
Despite arriving a little late the egg-shed was reasonably stocked; albiet with more average 60-ish grammers rather than the 85g monsters from a while ago; I wonder if chickens have a "seasonal blowout" come the end of summer..? Rucksack filled I continued on my way with the less than uplifting Smiths soundtrack (appropriate for my mood) along the usual route; Abingdon, Culham, Didcot.. inadvertantly starling a buzzard from its roadside pearch with my tortured wailing along to one of Marr and Morrissey's miserable epics..
Stopped on the cycle path by the power station to pick so blackberries before continuing along a "new" bridleway between Sutton Courtney and Drayton - not a terrible excursion but one that probably won't be repeated as the route from SC to Abingdon is better-surfaced and cuts out more A-road.
A break to put some more air in the back tyre as I'd felt that horrible "bottoming out" feeling too many times and probably deserved a puncture by this point. Back to the convenience of the potatophone for images:
Pootled the rest of the way back, making it about 40 miles at about 14mph. Saw quite a few other cyclists about but I think the noticeably lower temperature today had kept a lot of people inside; not that I'm complaining! I feel a lot better today for some reason too; that nice post-exercise calm; perhaps because of the exertion of a slightly chilly fasted ride
Finally, found a bonus phone pic from a great ride on the Raleigh earlier in the week; which encompassed some cracking sunset action through Port Meadow 😊
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