This week has, on paper at least been a good one for cycling.
There was the 6-7 mile client visit on Monday then a 7-8 mile pre-pub ride around the city on Tuesday - supposed to be a sedate one but I ended up in an impromptu race with a tall bloke on a Rohlhoff-equipped hybrid - hello if you're anyone on here
Yesterday I met a mate in town after work; was pretty exhausted by this point (due to general life crapness) however it was something we both needed and added a further 7-8 miles onto the week's tally.
Finally, today I awoke too early / after too little sleep again, but a necessary trip to the shop on foot highlighted to me how nice the day was and while I couldn't quite be arsed to go out on the bike just for the sake of it, I needed sausages so figured now was as good a time as any for the first two-wheeled trip to the butchers.
The trip out would have been a little over 10 miles via the most direct route, however that's on a nasty, fast, often poorly-sighted A-road so I elected for the longer but more scenic route round the back roads which added about 30% more distance.
Feeling pretty knackered already I told myself it was going to be a steady one, and set out on the Fuji with all the practical gear I've gradually accumulated. First impressions were that I was (in a pair of light walking trousers and long-sleeved base-layer) overdressed as I got pretty warm pretty quickly. The weather forecast suggested a 10-20% of rain, and while there were ominous clouds present for most of the journey thankfully it stayed dry.
The mood soured further when, approaching the next village some knobhead overtook me, too close and causing an oncoming car to have to slow down. The stupid woman in said car seemed only concerned by my lack of helmet (from her "point frantically at my own-evidently-empty head" cherades); because my choice of headwear was clearly the most significant problem with the situation
Out onto smaller, quieter roads and more autumnal beauty was laid bare. I wasn't quite sure where I was going as I'm not too familiar with that part of the world and my head unit's map sometimes fails to differentiate between roads and other, smaller routes such as bridleways.
I did the best I could but probably went out of my way somewhat; progress further confounded by the mostly-against-me SW headwind and some rampant Spaniels on the road at one point.. whose owner was very apologetic but it was no big thing and tbh after being passed by a fairly constant stream of imbeciles in cars I really appreciated at least one person acknowledging that I was actually human / worthy of some basic courtesies.
My first stop en-route was to honor someone's apparent fetish for old-school Bedford vans in a very cotswoldy village I don't think I've ridden through before:
Next up was another vision of rural autumn on an unfamilar road - not that I knew it at the time but preceding a short but sharp dip in the road, that topped out at about 13% and certainly made my already tired legs protest further; although I managed to keep it out of the granny ring..
Once up the other side I was greeted by a sorry-looking phone box, which demanded a picture..
Butcher reached and we had a bit of a chat about the sorry state of things as he packed my meat (
); kicked off by my provision of my own containers for the range of meaty delights purchased. Provisions secured safely in the pannier bags I sat and consumed some balanced sports nutrition then pushed on homeward. Apologies - image taken with phone; affording me about as much control over the focus as the British people have over their political future..
On the return leg I took a different route out of the town and found a short "road" I'd missed on the way in turned out to be a restricted byway, which was pleasant.. even if I did have to tread carefully on the wet leaves and mud. At this point I could really feel myself fading so stopped for an apple and some caffeine..
Some bonus church content for those who appreciate such things:
Thankfully the return leg was manageable as I think I got most of the wind on the way out, and I made my way back along a slightly different route; taking me along marked "roads" that actually went through a local estate (toffs and posh chickens, not scallies and shouty dogs) with which I was partially familiar.
It was all pretty tame and the skinny city tyres on the Fuji did fine on the wet but hard-packed tracks and tarmac; while the excellent SKS Longboards did a great job of keeping both me and the bike (largely) dry. It was certainly very welcome to get off the roads and into nature for a bit..
I managed to hit 45mph down a sizeable hill near home; not really trying other than hunkering down into a more aero position and letting gravity and the tailwind do the rest
On the other side of the valley I finally relented in the face of it's short 12-ish percent climb and pushed down onto the smaller chainring to get myself to the top as by this point I was pretty much running on empty.
As I got back the shadows were long and the temperature dropping; so I was glad I wasn't out for any longer.
Ultimately it was a pretty tame ride on paper at a shade under 28 miles and 1400ft of elevation at 125bpm for around 1500kcal burned and a mean speed of only 11.2mph, but it's really rinsed me out and several hours later I'm still getting that all-over glow and the aches that result from a fair bit of exertion. I am also a bit sniffly so wondering if I'm coming down with something and the ride has just pushed it along a bit...
I don't regret getting out though; having saved around £3.50 in fuel or in this journey's currency probably about two scotch eggs