The weather forecast last evening was a bit difficult to believe. Outdoors was two degrees when I checked, and the forecast predicted ten whole sweaty degrees for this morning. OK, I believed it and decided a ride might just be a good idea.
My phone said nine degrees this morning, near enough. Take the Jacko out, almost an hour later than usual, ‘cos it now seems to be winter, and head off to Oakwood. Lots less traffic at this time. Turn left at the clock and it is straight on to Moortown Corner. A couple of right turns points me and the bike to Slaid Hill and that lovely swoopy road to East Keswick, where I stopped for a pic of Bob Jackson, the bike, below William Potts, the clock.
Ride on, and up, to the A659, and turn right to pedal to Collingham. In passing, I noticed that what used to be the Half Moon pub has been renamed Cromwell’s. Oliver of that surname would have been most unlikely to run an entertaining drinking establishment . . . Anyway, on to Wattle Syke and a rising road to West Woods Road and then all the way to Bramham. With some evidence of a headwind to come when I turned right to ride towards Thorner, via Wothersome dip.
It was good to reach Thorner, the last bit of the road there is gently uphill, does not look it but certainly is. Then whizz down Church Hill and ride along Main Street on the way to Sandhills, a bit more up. Skeltons Lane is next, the shorter way to the A58, which is reached after riding along Red Hall Lane. Another whizz, Boot Hill this time, and then turn right to pedal past the spare gates that Roundhay Park keeps along that way.
Back past the Oakwood Clock, downhill almost all of the way now. Cross the Aire on Crown Point Bridge and it might be a whole mile and a half to home then. Good to return, with a grin. A very good ride it was, thirty one miles and 1929 feet uphill, sort of slower than usual. I will put the lack of speed down to the coldness of the day, though it might just be me not trying very much!
The garthing behaved reasonably well today, though the elevation trace might be optimistic . . .
My phone said nine degrees this morning, near enough. Take the Jacko out, almost an hour later than usual, ‘cos it now seems to be winter, and head off to Oakwood. Lots less traffic at this time. Turn left at the clock and it is straight on to Moortown Corner. A couple of right turns points me and the bike to Slaid Hill and that lovely swoopy road to East Keswick, where I stopped for a pic of Bob Jackson, the bike, below William Potts, the clock.
Ride on, and up, to the A659, and turn right to pedal to Collingham. In passing, I noticed that what used to be the Half Moon pub has been renamed Cromwell’s. Oliver of that surname would have been most unlikely to run an entertaining drinking establishment . . . Anyway, on to Wattle Syke and a rising road to West Woods Road and then all the way to Bramham. With some evidence of a headwind to come when I turned right to ride towards Thorner, via Wothersome dip.
It was good to reach Thorner, the last bit of the road there is gently uphill, does not look it but certainly is. Then whizz down Church Hill and ride along Main Street on the way to Sandhills, a bit more up. Skeltons Lane is next, the shorter way to the A58, which is reached after riding along Red Hall Lane. Another whizz, Boot Hill this time, and then turn right to pedal past the spare gates that Roundhay Park keeps along that way.
Back past the Oakwood Clock, downhill almost all of the way now. Cross the Aire on Crown Point Bridge and it might be a whole mile and a half to home then. Good to return, with a grin. A very good ride it was, thirty one miles and 1929 feet uphill, sort of slower than usual. I will put the lack of speed down to the coldness of the day, though it might just be me not trying very much!
The garthing behaved reasonably well today, though the elevation trace might be optimistic . . .