On Saturday I'd planned on riding to a cafe called Owd Barn over in Mawdsley.
The ride started off ok but pretty soon the driving standards were plummeting. As was the rain. Along with my mood.
I wasn't far from the Delph Diver Training Centre and was on Town Lane when the desire to keep riding disappeared. I set the etrex to route me home and followed it. About a mile from home and the heavens opened up . Meh.
Today was going to be different I decided.
I left Erin at school and made my way towards Horwich along Chorley Old Road. Through Rivington and onto the L&L Canal at Limbrick. Aaaaaah......no cars
My little legs propelled the Vantage along the tow path at a paltry 10mph for almost the entire ride to Feniscowles just north of the M65. It was too nice a day to hurry. Those same little legs had all the get up and go of Del Boys plastic pig today so just as well really.
The Higher Wheelton or Withnell Fold area had an abundance of lovely little critters doing their best to pummel the living daylights out of me. Could have been midgies or horseflies. Or mini winged ninjas. Hard to tell. I do recall telling one or two to f off though.
It's been a while since I ventured this far north but it wasn't long before I remembered why I hate Horden Rake. The grinding along at less than 5mph seemed to be never ending. Slow enough and long enough to curse the B17 for taking so long to break in.
Having had my fill of tarmac going through Tockholes, I turned off before Crookfield Road and bumped and rattled my way along the bridleway. As much as I love my Dawes, there are times when I wish I had an mtb to alleviate the worry of trashing a rim or snapping the frame. I always wonder if my frame will suffer the same fate as
@mcshroom's vantage. Hope not. Lots of cute little lambs took my mind off it. One had a Mexican standoff with me till I clipped in and then it legged it.
Approaching Stones Bank Road, a nice mountain bike chap opened and held the gate for me. It struck me as an odd place to be just stood around and his bike leaning against a drystone wall on the opposite side of the road. I asked if he was having mechanicals. Nope. He was meeting his mtb buddies there. They were an hour late.
I wished him luck and set about my way home.
By the time I reached Belmont I was thoroughly buggered and the Mars Bars were doing little to recharge me. Where I could, I coasted.
I relieved the boredom of travelling at snail pace by trying to hit the springy middle bit of the cateyes in the road with the front tyre. I missed every one.
I left Scout Road and headed home through Barrow Bridge. Barely had enough strength to drag the Vantages heavy arse up to the front door but had a nice ride. The hot shower was very much needed.