Yesterday's ride.
It started badly. It was raining. Then it got worse, my OH agreed to take a parcel for my landlady for a courier to collect in the morning... What - he was meant to be coming cycling with me! He promised to come with me in the afternoon instead. I relented and went off and sulked. Come the afternoon, he was not feeling well... but did eventually decide to come with me. It was by now sunshine and blue skies... so perhaps he did me a favour? We set off slowly. I was planning on the same route as the day before which meant +1000 feet of climbing and 20 miles. I know, not a huge amount but for me it is still a lot.
I struggled to get going for around the first 30 minutes or so and it didn't help that I wasn't feeling very well either. I had drunk too much water and on top of that a certain person was sulking.
It was rather windy and attempts at communication had failed. He was sulking because he couldn't hear me and I wasn't very happy because he was being rather short with me because he couldn't hear me (I still have no voice 6 weeks after losing it! It is unrelated to my op). It then got worse because just at the worst possible moment in Delamere Forest, my chain came off... I put my arm up hoping he would realise there was an issue and not run into the back of me as I had to stop before the bend and ideally some distance back from it and also find somewhere suitable to get the trike off the road... it wasn't particularly safe where I was... From there and a rest (?) things seemed to get a touch better. We gave up trying to communicate, and things seemed to improve until we met a road block... still it gave us chance to talk.
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From here it was a drop down onto the Cheshire plains towards Chester and in theory easy going. Theory always seems not to work. A really strong wind made me very grateful that we had high hedges and I was on a trike.. Still once we turned around it was going to be all uphill for quite a way.
A long climb later and with an OH now somewhat happier and talking about me taking him to a cafe either at Mickle Trafford or at Jodrell Bank and I think I had found the cause of the problem. He was thinking 20 miles was too much for me... well it was the previous day in that it took me all day to recover form the ride, but today I was a lot better and he could see that whilst I was riding I was at least OK. It was after the ride I had problems... so everything now seems to be fine again. Always good to know.
One amusing incident that happened really early on. On a B road with 2 lanes. Its a busy B road that is wide and a well known cut through. It is not by any means a single track road. In fact it is wider than some A roads I know. We are cycling along and have dropped back into single file when the oncoming car stops dead in the road until we have passed
What was all that about? Can't you manage to pass a bike without stopping? Oh well.
20 miles, marginally slower than the day before but only just.
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