Sunshine, blue skies, a few clouds and an extra hour in bed. A friend had mentioned an urban ride, seemed like a good idea so off I pedalled to the meeting point, the clock at Oakwood. I then retraced my ride there, with the others.
OK, we did not recross the river. Turned off by the parish church and rode through the centre of Leeds all the way to Wellington Bridge. On bike paths I was totally unaware of. There is more. We crossed the bridge and turned up Armley Road, kept on through Stanningley, passing the soon to be ex Bob Jackson’s. All the way to Thornbury where we turned leftish to go to Tyersal. And then left again to pass Tyersal Gate. All urban and all fun, likely because of the novelty but there’s nowt wrong with that.
Then the surprises. A cracking descent of Ned Lane leads to the ascents. Lumps if you like. Holme Lane to Raikes Lane to New Lane included quite a lot of uphill in shortish sharp stretches. My legs were relieved when we reached the dropping road to the village of Tong, and the cafe stop.
Leaving there I knew there were a couple more ridges to cross, on the way to Armley. Someone knew more than me, and found a way to miss Whingate Junction to take us up via Kirkstall to Beckett Park, across Otley Road and to Moor Allerton. With a couple more climbs as well.
Time for home, me for my becoming-usual trip via that clock. Passing the park gates there was still lots of traffic, which thinned out nicely before I reached the town edge again. Home lit up a grin, it really was a good ride, thirty eight miles and an astonishing 2500 feet of climbing.
Lefts and rights, ups and downs
OK, we did not recross the river. Turned off by the parish church and rode through the centre of Leeds all the way to Wellington Bridge. On bike paths I was totally unaware of. There is more. We crossed the bridge and turned up Armley Road, kept on through Stanningley, passing the soon to be ex Bob Jackson’s. All the way to Thornbury where we turned leftish to go to Tyersal. And then left again to pass Tyersal Gate. All urban and all fun, likely because of the novelty but there’s nowt wrong with that.
Then the surprises. A cracking descent of Ned Lane leads to the ascents. Lumps if you like. Holme Lane to Raikes Lane to New Lane included quite a lot of uphill in shortish sharp stretches. My legs were relieved when we reached the dropping road to the village of Tong, and the cafe stop.
Leaving there I knew there were a couple more ridges to cross, on the way to Armley. Someone knew more than me, and found a way to miss Whingate Junction to take us up via Kirkstall to Beckett Park, across Otley Road and to Moor Allerton. With a couple more climbs as well.
Time for home, me for my becoming-usual trip via that clock. Passing the park gates there was still lots of traffic, which thinned out nicely before I reached the town edge again. Home lit up a grin, it really was a good ride, thirty eight miles and an astonishing 2500 feet of climbing.
Lefts and rights, ups and downs