4/4/21 Easter Sunday .
Sunny but with a cold wind. Expected to be colder for the next few days, so I thought I ought to get out there today. I was going to try to cover the full distance that I'd set out to do the last time out. However, the wind was a lot sronger than I expected. The bike had been checked over, as there had been some creaking last time. Now all tightened up, it was commendably quiet. The old Linear has a bit of a reputation for being a squeaker and a creaker but mine has been a pretty quiet example. I think the previous owner's attention to keeping the folding joints greased and properly tightened has helped, and I've kept that up.
Before launch I had to get through some irritating jobs around the place but now no more ado, out the back gate, hop on and pedal away (before Mrs T. thought of something else) towards Wettenhall. To start with it was downhill and there didn't seem to be any wind so I soon got the average showing 15mph on the bike computer. I continued through the dip at Wettenhall Bridge and up the climb out after it without it dropping too much. I had great expectations, after my last run, of the free running abilities of the bulbous Big Apple on the front.
All went well until I reached the turn right for the road to Oulton Park. Suddenly the wind that the hedge had been protecting me from came at me as I turned into it. A veritable wall of wind sucked the strength from my legs like Recumbentists' Kryptonite leaving me twiddling up an invisible hill. The worst of this lane is that it didn't twist and turn but zigged and zagged in straight lines so that you were riding at the same angle to the wind for long stretches before the next change of direction. The road speed varied between 8-10mph while the average speed trickled away before my very eyes. I consoled myself with the thought that a) at least I was on my recumbent and b) there was probably at least one other poor sod going through this further back on an upright.
At one of the zig zags a farmhouse had a St. George's Cross flag on a post which was so tight you could hear the wind whipping it, an oblong sheet of material pointing horizontally back the way I had come. Go baaack, young Twiddler, go baaack before it's too late! Just past the hedge was a sheep that seemed to be saying , baaack! Baaack! I don't normally take advice from sheep, and I didn't this time. I was still rather daunted by the unexpected wind as I twirled glumly on. I thought how good it would be to fly along on the way back though I did wonder how soon it would be before I had to turn for home with the delay caused by the head wind.
I pressed on and soon came to a turning for the lane that passes Oulton Park. There was some relief from the wind for a hundred yards or so between the high hedges but it soon disappeared when they dropped back. The farms along this lane have good hedges but they are set back several feet with a verge that covers the distance between them and the road. I pressed slowly on and eventually came to the lane that follows the ancient red brick wall of the Park. It dips here, and the wind was briefly behind me but once I turned left from this I found myself in a sort of curving leafy wind tunnel which variously helped me and hindered me. I decided to turn downwind at the next crossroads.
It was downhill as well as downwind as I turned right, and I bunged all three gear ranges into high. I wasn't prepared for the catapult effect as I flew up out of the dip and changed down earlier than I needed to, letting a road cyclist whiz past. I was still steaming along when I reached my left turn for the A54 and flew down into another dip and up again, only having to change down near the top. As I reached the A54 a police car screamed past, causing all the traffic to slow right down and giving me a chance to nip across into Clay Lane. This is a narrow downhill lane between high banks which widens as it turns right then left. There was nothing coming so I stuck it in all the high gears then got up as much speed as I could before hitting the climb to the summit at the railway bridge at the top.. Again the wind pushed me along and I could have hung on to the high gears for longer. Another road cyclist got by standing on his pedals and I settled back to spin up to the top. Are they all using the wind to try for personal bests? At the top I turned into the old station car park and found an empty picnic table with plenty of room around and stopped for a snack.
There was plenty of traffic on the old rail trail -cyclists in families or pairs, walkers, dogs, horses, but none on the car park. Nobody came close or spoke to me and on that day, that's the way (uhuh, uhuh,) I liked it.
I put my rubbish away in the bin, got back on to Clay Lane over the bridge to Whitegate, across the crossroads and downhill to the church, to see what speed I might get up. I used to call this "the test hill of doom" but since then I have got decent brakes and many of the things that used to worry me as a new recumbentist have become less of a thing. Disappointingly 32mph was all I managed despite the wind. though it was rather blustery from the side further down, which didn't help.
I turned round opposite the church, went back downhill and left into Mill Lane. There was wind assistance all along here, though there was also a lot of traffic.
I came out by the rock salt mine, and still kept rolling at a decent speed. Eventually reached the bottom of High St, climbed to the cross roads by the Police Station and crossed over to Ways Green and Gladstone St., uphill and home.
Total mileage 17.19 miles, average speed a disappointing 9.5 mph, max speed 32mph.
Total Ascent: | 501 | ft | |
Total Descent: | 501 | ft | |
Start Elevation: | 188 | ft | |
End Elevation: | 188 | ft | |
Min Elevation: | 75 | ft | |
Max Elevation: | 260 | ft | |