Let’s take the fixed out for a proper pedal! Roughly the thought this morning, so I did just that. Although maybe a bit of a shorter ride than my early thinking.
It feels odd, riding away in February with the temperature above ten degrees. But that did not stop me heading for the Armouries, with the usual diversion through the tab end of Holbeck, passing the point where the beck empties into the River Aire, albeit I was on the road. At the Armouries, ride the path downriver. Warm morning or not, this was very quiet, one dog walker and maybe eight or ten other folk all the way down to Thwaites’ Mill. River and canal have been crossed, so both are on my left, until Skelton Grange bridge is reached, a less than easy way to take a bike across the canal. So, canal on right, river on left, ride past the weir.
And further downriver too. One cyclist riding upstream and five pedestrians, either direction, hardly make the next couple of miles busy, very likely the quietest I have seen it. Fishponds Lock is the next bit of interest, and also a much easier means of crossing the canal than the bridge back there. Maybe the bridge could be replaced with a lock gate? Anyway, I stopped at Fishponds to take a picture.
Then pedalled onwards. Woodlesford Lock and the decision to stay on the waterside as far as Lemonroyd Marina. The towpath surface becomes a bit less surface, more marsh, and fixed wheel with slick tyres made for interesting riding. Which became more interesting after leaving the towpath in the direction of Methley. Slithery slidery mud for what felt like a long way. Back on tarmac, turn left and ride through Methley, just before riding under the railway bridge turn right, heading for Methley Lanes.
There are lanes, oddly enough. Choosing the right ones can take you to Bottom Boat, a place I missed by a hundred yards or so. Had enough of the mud by then. A right turn and it is not far to Oulton Roundabout, the last bit of uphill in an almost flat ride. Down past Stourton, then a different way through Hunslet and to home. Nineteen miles and 646 feet going up, and I did feel tired, likely the muddy stretches did that. But it was a good, and different, ride.
the tracks of my tyres . . .