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EltonFrog

Legendary Member
It was a nice morning so I took the chance to get out. I thought it was about time that the Kingpin had an outing so got that out and set off into town. The old bypass took me round to Porthill where I had a bit of a detour to see if I could spot my brother at work - he was in the process of setting up for the day so apart from saying Hi I didn't bother him.

There were a reasonable number of people walking in The Quarry and along the river towpath. Not as many cycling though. By Castle Walk footbridge I had an involuntary detour through Castlefields as the path is still closed off after a lorry fell through the surface. I took the long way round to avoid the canal path - it's probably dry enough but I thought I'd like the extra distance this time - then headed for Uffington and Upton Magna.

With the forecast wind direction I thought I'd have a tailwind from here but still seemed to be riding into it, particularly on the road from Berwick Wharf to Atcham, which was a little disappointing. I got along alright to Cronkhill but this was where things went wrong a bit as I got that tell-tale spot in my vision that signifies a migraine coming on. I took it carefully to Cross Houses, Berrington and along Lyons Lane and by Condover I could see properly again so risked the main road route back rather than crossing Lyth Hill which I had been thinking would be sensible under the circumstances.

An enjoyable ride, up to a point, and it was really nice to use this bike again. 22.4 miles at 12.6 mph average and 785 feet of climbing.

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The Welsh Bridge and Theatre Severn.

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Sabrina being prepared for the day.

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In The Quarry.

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The English Bridge.

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At the weir. It's a bit calmer than when I was last here.

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Work to fix the hole doesn't seem to be progressing.

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Near Downton en route to Upton Magna.

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Cronkhill.

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No, actually it's a Kingpin.:whistle:

You need a Kingpin ride buddy up there. Persuade @gavgav to get one.
 

Rickshaw Phil

Overconfidentii Vulgaris
Moderator
You need a Kingpin ride buddy up there. Persuade @gavgav to get one.

Sounds like a nice idea. Don't know if he'd go for it though.;)



Today's ride: The forecast was not very appealing (windy, cold and wet later on) but I persuaded Doug out anyway. I had in mind a longish route but we settled on something shorter, with the option to extend if we felt like it (which we didn't in the end).

The start was much the same as last time: over the top of Lyth Hill and drop down on the Exford's Green side where a couple of left turns were taken on the way to Stapleton. The wind was strong and blustery so we weren't quick. We had a couple of impatient drivers on this stretch which spoiled it a little. We struggled to Ryton then turned towards Longnor which was also a slow plod but we had the road pretty much to ourselves and could go at a sociable pace.

After the crossroads the other side of Longnor, things changed - we got a tailwind and the speed jumped up so that the knockabout bike felt as quick as the Raleigh had the other day. The climb through Frodesley was dispatched with ease and we were going well on the descent towards Acton Burnell until meeting a large lorry carrying a large excavator. We did of course meet it at the narrowest point of this stretch of the road.:rolleyes:

After that it was a fun rush through Acton Burnell and on our way to Pitchford. We've both been faster but it was good all the same. Doug started to get distracted by a gear shifting problem on the way and it seemed to get worse as we approached Condover. I got him to talk me through the symptoms and decided it wasn't going to be fixed by a simple adjustment and that he'd have to live with it until I could take a proper look at the end of the ride. Despite that we got along nicely in the last three miles or so (a couple of iffy passes though and the annoying 4 way temporary lights are still there).

19.6 miles at 12 mph average. Strava claims 951 feet of climbing. I did look at Doug's gears and the bike needs new cables - will get that done soon but in the meantime I've lubricated them so that it does shift correctly.

No photos this time.
 
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ExBrit

Über Member
My e-bike, son-in-law, and grand-daughter on a 62 mile ride to Bolsa Chica beach and back.
View: https://ridewithgps.com/trips/170837000

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bluenotebob

Veteran
Location
France
Headed into Mauron yesterday lunchtime with my road bike in the back of the van with a vague plan to cycle as far south as I could (against the wind), to check that parts of Eurovelo #1 (the Nantes-to-Brest canal) were still open, then to return with the wind pushing me all the way back north.

Hit an unexpected temporary road closure in Mauron – lots of Old Bill about and a few spectators lining the road by the sports complex – oh.. it’s a cycle race. The peloton flashed through at inter-stellar speed .. then 5 minutes later it was back to normal. I guess it must have been a stage of the Tour de Bretagne (or perhaps the Tour de Morbihan, if that exists). Frustratingly, my camera was in my day bag in the back of the van, so I couldn't take a photo of the peloton.

Left the van a bit later than planned and headed down to le Roc St André on the V3. Picked up the canal towpath which was very busy with dog walkers, cyclists, strollers and two electric scooters .. but, as it was quieter a few km further on, I stayed on the towpath through Malestroit and on to Foveno. No problems with closed sections – but the towpath surface is worse than it was a few years ago.

Decided I’d had enough towpath for one day so I switched to the D764 – a fast road back into Malestroit. Picked up the ‘hairpin’ road on the outskirts of Malestroit and headed up to St Marc – I’d only ever come down this road (very quickly) .. it’s 2km of uphill with a gain of around 100m which doesn’t seem much – but it’s unrelenting. Somewhat breathless at the top so I stopped for a drink and a look at the map – I spotted a quiet road through St Maugan that took me down to the Claie valley at la Tayée. I knew it was about 39km from here straight back to the van – and, with the wind on my back, I made much better time than I had on the ‘out’ leg.

Back at the van at 19:40 – so around 6 hours 15 mins in total with about 5 hours 30 minutes of actual cycling. 88.54km in total with an average speed of around 16kph – slow, even by my standards, but I put that down to the wind .. and to having to slow down frequently for people and dogs etc on the towpath.

A bend in the river south of les Figlins (some cyclists just about visible on the towpath)


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The waterside approach to Malestroit from the west

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Foveno (lock 24 on the Nantes-to-Brest canal), a few kilometres east of Malestroit

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Crossing the canal at Bagotais on the way home

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Today's ride was again at Dinton Pastures, so I thought I'd entertain you with some great artwork on display there at a nearby underpass.......

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I've left the bike in each picture to give some idea of scale. A few artists were there at the time, creating some more, and no surprise to see that they had ladders, as well as a load of different painting gear.
 

EltonFrog

Legendary Member
Four short rides today totalling just over 14 miles
I had to go to Reading for a lunch appointment but instead of driving I biked/train/biked it, and instead of going all the way from Didcot to Reading by train I disembarked the train in Tilehurst and rode the Brompton to the edge of town, a little over 3 miles, and did the same trip reverse on the way back.

Not a lot to say about the journey really, an overcast, warm damp day, but no rain.

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Rickshaw Phil

Overconfidentii Vulgaris
Moderator
Yesterday: I had a chance to get out later in the afternoon so grabbed the Hawk and set out to do a ride including some lanes I haven't been along for a while. It's amazing the difference a few days has made and, in complete contrast to the very wintery feeling on Saturday, it was warm and muggy like summer has arrived - I was able to ride in shorts and t-shirt throughout.

I headed over Lyth Hill then dropped down on the Exford's Green side and turned towards Stapleton. Because of the time of day the lanes were a bit busier than usual but mostly no issues, if you discount the guy who pushed his way past when there was a passing place right there.:rolleyes:
I headed up the long, mostly gentle climb to Pulverbatch. There was a stop at in a gateway which was fortuitously timed as a lorry and van came past just after I stopped. Apart from those, the only other road users until Pulverbatch were a couple of youngsters on horses accompanied by an adult on a bike.

I headed to Wrentnall and Oaks the long way round (a novelty riding it in this direction) and dropped down the long descent to Plealey, finding the one road defect (a ridge across the road) at about 20mph. That was quite a thump and hurt.:blink: From Plealey I cut across to Arscott for a change then rode to Annscroft and climbed Lyth Hill from that side. On the climb I slowly overtook a runner just before Lyth Bank and was convinced he would come back past me as I strained up the steepest bit - he didn't though. I caught a 4x4 on the descent along the rough track and the driver waved me past as I was going much quicker.

20.1 miles at 12mph average. Strava has 1499 feet of climbing and surprised me by showing that the Stapleton to Pulverbatch climb is 400 feet on its own - I didn't think it was as much as that.

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The view from Lyth Hill. Overcast but warm and not much wind this time.

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No need to rub it in... :whistle: En route to Stapleton.

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The bull is keeping a beady eye on me. On the climb to Pulverbatch.

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In Pulverbatch.

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Broom Hill bluebells.

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The view from the highest point of the ride at Broom Hill.
 
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a.twiddler

Veteran
Your ride today
1/5/24
What is it With This Bloke and Towpaths, Anyway?

A spur of the moment decision to do a ride which I’d previously planned following my enjoyable Chester towpath/Greenway/Deeside path one. I should have started earlier (it will be on my tombstone) but as it was persistently not-raining, and who knew what tomorrow might bring, I thought I’d better grab the chance. Another opportunity to stretch the mileage on the allegedly urban-recumbent Spirit.

From Home to Waverton
So, with my just-in-case rain jacket in with my usual stuff I set off in the direction of Darnhall bridge. No problems here, the traffic lights were obliging today and I steamed up the other side of the dip. I was soon turning off on to Hickhurst lane, following it to Eaton, then to the junction with the A49 at Four Lane ends. Near the end of a long downhill I turned right to the lane to Tiverton, to be confronted with a Road Closed sign. Taking the gamble that it was nothing that an enterprising cyclist wouldn’t be able to get through, I wriggled through the cones. A pleasant village with no sign of roadworks.

However, once through the village more Road Closed signs loomed, and some contractors’ vehicles blocked the road. A fortunate coincidence had provided a footpath alongside the road, separated from it by a strip of grass, so I followed that. It came back to the road beyond the closure. I trundled on in the direction of Huxley, stopping in a field gateway to take a photo of the bike with Beeston castle in the distant background, brooding on its crag.
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Steady pedalling brought me to Huxley, where I passed through on the road to Waverton. It took longer than expected to get to Waverton, where I took a break on a bench by the Shropshire Union Canal at Egg Bridge.
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It was 3:30 by now, so I didn’t want to hang around too long. The plan was to follow the towpath through Chester and on to the end at Ellesmere Port, where it meets the Manchester Ship Canal. Bridge 119 to beyond bridge 147.

Waverton to Bridge 136
I set off not intending to dally, other towpath traffic notwithstanding. The average speed would be pretty low, what with stopping to let oncomers pass, slowing down where the towpath narrowed under bridges, etc. Soon after I started off, a jogger appeared in my mirror then fell behind until I negotiated a bridge outside Christleton when he got closer again. I stopped to photograph some canalside cottages and let him past.

I followed him for a while and he was managing an impressive 7.4 mph. Beyond Christleton more people were about, and as I got into Chester progress became very slow. Although most of the canalside cafes were closed, there were many schoolkids about as it was that time of day. I can’t help thinking that the quality of life must be pretty good if you grow up in Chester.

I followed a couple at walking speed through the deep and narrow canyon where the canal runs far below the city walls before passing them at the entrance to Northgate Locks.

As I reached Northgate locks it became really bonkers. I saw a mountain biker cross a narrow lock gate bridge then hang on to the gate with a 6ft drop to the path, obviously intending to meet it where it sloped upwards to meet the ledge he was on. “that looks pretty precarious”, I said, then from behind came “Cyclists coming through” and a bunch of mountain bikers, male and female, passed me and the pedestrians on either side before rattling downhill to the bottom of the locks. I rattled down more sedately. The slope has raised strips of brick placed horizontally at intervals, obviously intended to give horses and boatmen grip for pulling boats. For anything on wheels it gives a rough ride. They are also found under bridges. At the bottom of the locks I followed the towpath sharp right under a bridge to Tower Wharf. I climbed a steep ramp, crossed over then down a spiral ramp and eventually got on the towpath again. Up to this point it had been on the left hand side heading for Ellesmere Port: now it was on the right hand side. It was still fairly smooth tarmac in a good state of repair here and reasonably wide, too.

As I passed a bridge I noticed that the access had steps and a masonry trough so you could wheel your bike up. I nipped up and took a photo.
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There were many well signposted access points and at one of them was a familiar figure: a marker post for NCN 45, Mercian Way, in the form of a helmeted Saxon warrior.
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He has a twin at Whitchurch where NCN45 uses a disused railway line. That one is in a natural metallic colour, this one has been painted black. There could be many more dotted around the countryside as the Mercian Way runs between Chester and Salisbury. Maybe the only way to find out is to travel its whole length. Another project for my old age (which is actually, now).

As I was taking a picture a woman with a pushchair came up and offered to take a picture with me in it. I took her up on her kind offer and thanked her. I have to conclude, though, that the marker is in better nick than I am. She went on her way, and just as I was about to set off a chap on a mountain bike arrived. “How do you balance on that thing with those tiny wheels?” he said. “Well, somehow I do. I’ve done 24 miles today and hope to make it about 55 by the time I get home” I said. “Well, good luck”, he said, and turned off at the access point.

Blimey, all this socialising. Time was getting on, and even with the good condition of the towpath, it’s slower than on the road.
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I pressed on, tinging my bell at the helpful pushchair lady, and she moved over to let me pass. Apart from the occasional jogger and cyclist there were less people about. The surface changed after passing a bridge, whose number I didn’t recall, from tarmac to a whitish fairly coarse gravel which was still decent enough, though not so comfortable. Although time was slipping by faster than I’d liked, I expected to get home not too much later than I’d planned.
A girl in jogging gear appeared from a side entrance and waited for me to go past. As she slowly disappeared behind in my mirror I wondered if she was wearing shorts. It wasn’t a bad day, but maybe a bit chilly for those.

I plodded on. Although having left Chester behind, with the scenery becoming more rural, the distant sound of traffic was always present. I stopped to look at my map and could see that the M53 wasn’t far away to the East, and not far ahead its interchange with the M56 straddles the canal near the village of Stoak, then it stays close to the canal, crossing it twice before the canal’s terminus at Ellesmere Port.

The female jogger passed me while I was considering all this. The mystery was solved. At first I thought she’d forgotten her trousers. Had she escaped from somewhere? Were there teams of anxious carers even now scouring the countryside fearful for her safety? None of the above. Pale pink leggings was the answer. Behind me, in the distance, a male jogger was visible. I got going hoping to make up some time. The first jogger turned off at the next bridge, and the surface changed to a fine sandy coloured gravel, easier to ride on than the whitish stuff. In my mirror, I saw the male jogger distantly turn off at the bridge too.

The old bridges on this stretch had a noticeably narrower towpath under them than previous ones, mostly with the aforementioned brick ridges which made for bumpy going.

I reached Bridge 136. I’d made a point of remembering this bridge in the absence of an easy road route back from Ellesmere Port to Mickle Trafford, so would have to return along the towpath to this point before rejoining the road. Still, I believed that the towpath would be at least as good as it had been so far. According to Pearsons Canal Companion, “the towpath is metalled throughout and popular with walkers and cyclists alike”. In the short time since my edition was published the surface has deteriorated somewhat beyond Bridge 136. An interesting contrast between Bridge 136 which is the original, and the adjacent 136A which is a newer concrete one which now carries the road to Stoak. The towpath under 136 is smooth but narrow, and then widens as you go under 136A. The newer bridges on this stretch are more roomy underneath for towpath users but the originals remain narrow and with the brick ridges underfoot.

Bridge 136 to the Waterways Museum
I was heartened at first to come out from under Bridge 136A to see a black tarmac surface again on the towpath but my joy was short lived when it narrowed and began to show potholes. It is definitely narrower than the towpath nearer to Chester. My expected quick progress never materialised, and even with the suspension it was a rather uncomfortable ride. I would recommend anyone riding this stretch to give themselves extra time to do it.
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Looking back. The taller you are, the closer to the water you have to go to avoid bumping the brickwork, same with a wide bar bike. It looks wider than it is, due to the wide angle lens. It's actually pretty narrow.
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Anyhow, I trundled doggedly on. At one point there is a long line of moorings on the other side, with an appearance of permanence, sheds, gardens etc. Some of the boats looked rather neglected with fading paint, weeds growing out of the hessian bumpers. One in particular with the name “Ghost” looked particularly abandoned though someone must be attending to it as it was still afloat.

I stopped to let a man preceded by two dogs, with a can of beer in his hand, come under a bridge. “Would you like a hand with that?” he asked. “No, I’m fine, thanks” I replied. I carried on.

The surroundings as the town encroached were rather oppressive, and it looked rather neglected. Despite this I passed a couple of blokes fishing in the canal. Approaching the bridge where the M53 crosses over at an acute angle was like coming to a long gloomy concrete tunnel. Fortunately there was a railing between the towpath and the water. At the end of the bridge was an A frame barrier standing in splendid isolation next to a muddy path.

After passing through this bridge things opened out and the final bridge, 147, provided a frame for the vista that opened beyond.
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I’d expected to be too late to visit the museum when I started out. It closed at 4pm, but I’ve been there before. It’s worth a visit. Even the car park is interesting, being next to the Manchester Ship Canal.

Some years ago I was in the car park when I was surprised by the sound of a ship’s horn, before a largeish coastal vessel swept majestically by en route to Salford. I could hear the rumble and thump of slow turning machinery inside its cliff like sides. No such luck today.

It was 7:30 pm. I took some photos and felt the relief of having achieved my objective. Another one for the bucket list. Now I would have to get back to Bridge 136 as best I could, and make up time on the road.

Ellesmere Port to Bridge 136
As I wended my way back down the towpath I couldn’t help noticing a large overweight man walking through one of the concrete bridges. He was tottering and was possibly drunk. I held back and gave him plenty of room so I could get past him beyond the bridge. He could have been harmless but I didn’t fancy an early bath. As I went past he said “Hi”, I said “Hi” and I pressed on. The light was noticeably fading but it was a clear evening so I hoped the light would last. It looked like I’d have the chance to try out the Supernova headlight in due course.

A few joggers passed the other way, a mountain biker squeezed past, muttering “Cool bike”.

I trundled on, counting down the bridge numbers. Finally 136A then 136 loomed. I stopped to look at the map. Then I walked back and forth for a bit. All that bumping and vibration was taking its toll. “Towpath bashing” is all very well but I felt that in the last few miles I was the one getting bashed. This bike with its suspension is normally very smooth.

Bridge 136 to Chester Greenway
Out on to the road. Quite some unexpected undulations before I reached Mickle Trafford. Feeling strong, such a relief after the constant level of the towpath where there’s little variation in revolutions or power output, hardly any freewheeling.

Through the village, then I came to the entrance to the Chester Greenway. A group of walkers were on their way in so I gave them room to pass then stopped at a handy picnic table and had a snack. I couldn’t resist going up the slope to where the Greenway itself starts, on the old railway, to have a look. Then I freewheeled back to the entrance.

Chester Greenway to Waverton.
It was still light but I felt time pressing so I was soon on the way to Guilden Sutton, then to the A51. Left for about a quarter mile then right into Cotton Lane. I went on to where it becomes Plough Lane then left to Waverton at the next crossroads.

Waverton to Home
At Waverton I turned left on the road to Duddon and despite it being largely uphill felt I was going well. Across the A51 at Duddon into Willington Lane. This started easily, to lull me into a false sense of security about the climb ahead.

I knew that after the next crossroads there was a quite stiff climb, just as my legs were starting to feel the effects of today’s unaccustomed miles. It was also becoming quite dark, though the dynamo headlight was proving very effective. Just got to keep plugging along. I reached the crossroads, then started climbing. It seemed to go on longer than I remembered it in daylight. I stopped for a breather and a Kit Kat, then pressed on. Finally I reached the next crossroads where the slope eased, a little more climbing then downhill to Utkinton Hall. A short climb and then a glorious cooling downhill, a foretaste of things to come as another steep climb followed. Then the slope eased again and the long downhill to Cotebrook began. Soon I was at the A49, nicely cooled down.

Across the A49 into Oulton Mill Lane, climbing to the next crossroads, into Brownhills Road, right into Rushton Lane with a dip then a climb alongside the red brick wall of Oulton Park. Through Rushton, then left into King’s Lane. Here a breeze sprang up, and after getting up speed I didn’t need to pedal for a mile or so, apart from a few turns to maintain speed after a short dip. It felt quite surreal, bowling along in the dark, speed limited only by what I could see in the narrow blaze of light ahead. I hadn’t seen any traffic, either, since crossing the A51 at Duddon.

Left at a T junction into Hickhurst Lane and the following breeze helped me along here, too though I needed to pedal steadily. I reached the T junction with Hall Lane where I turned left and the wind assistance stopped. I rolled on, stopping in a farm entrance briefly then continuing to Darnhall and the dreaded traffic controlled bridge and short sharp climb afterwards. I took a run at it with the lights on green but came to a stop near the top. Need to do more miles, obviously. If I want to stretch out my mileage, maybe I need to find a less hilly route back. After a short breather I got going again and before long reached my back gate, at about 10:30, put everything away, showered, suppered, and headed for bed where I slept like a log.

Mileage 54.55. Max speed 24.6 mph. Average 7.1 (much towpathery). According to Garmin.
Ascent 1217 ft. According to Bikehike. Edited to add: second half century this year, none of your metric stuff here! Might even manage an actual century later this year if the fates are kind.
 
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wafter

I like steel bikes and I cannot lie..
Location
Oxford
Out late into the unexpected sun on the Brompton to serve the usual requirement for bottle disposal and desperate need for eggs.

Making my way up the street I felt lean and capable; while in reality neither of these are true I appreciated the fleeting experience thanks to having somewhat offset two weeks' sleep deficit, as well as enjoying respite from not having eaten a lot, the Powerslave soundtrack in my ears and 200mg of caffeine on an empty stomach.

Bottles deposited, eggs got and I pushed out west a little just for a bit more time on the bike as I couldn't really justify a "proper" ride today.

I stopped to help an old dear get her walking frame up the kerb, but by the time I'd walked back to her she'd managed it. Had a bit of a chat - she liked the bike and warned me about the recent plague of biting flies that have recently appeared.. some of which seem to have feasted upon me in the few moments I've been stationary; judging by the little swellings appearing in various places :sad:

Actually, while writing this I felt a bite on my stomach and pulled back my baselayer to find one of the little b*stards crawling around; so took great pleasure in crushing it between my fingers. Not sure if I've got away with that one..

Anyway, only about 7.5 miles but great to get out; suppose I'd best get on with something constructive now..
 
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EltonFrog

Legendary Member
I took the Dawes Kingpin out today, it’s a shopper bike, I went shopping. To a farm shop, the Fragrant MrsP wanted a couple of vegetarian pies from the Farm shop about 4 miles away, and as it was a nice day, the roads dry, I got the precious folly out the shed, checked the tyre pressures and sallied forth.

Up Hagbourne Hill towards the Harwell Campus, then along the main road downhill to Rowstock, taking a couple of photos on the way.

Once at the farm shop I bought the necessaries, and a scoop of their finest homemade ice cream. Chatted to a nice couple riding a tandem, then onwards via a new housing estate where I thought there’d be a cut through avoiding the main road, there wasn’t so I turned around and remembered that I’d forgotten to buy honey from the shop.

I went back, bought the honey, fought off the temptation to buy another scoop of ice cream, and cycled back home via Harwell Village, the edge of Didcot, through another, new dreadful housing complex, along the newly surface dressed road, to East Hagbourne them along the sustrans route to home.

About 12.5 miles.
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The usual Saturday group ride for me today, with the usual stops and one not so usual p’ture stop which was far longer than it should have been. We hit a potholed section of road and one of my mates lost the battle with it. Lol, he managed to somehow forget to stick the stem through the rim, then he found the stem was too short for his rim on his second change and it was only third time lucky. Whilst that was going on another group also hit the series of potholes and something flew off one of their bikes. Walking back to retrieve it one of the riders realised, it was his Wahoo. My mates helped him look for it for quite while, no succes. Lol, one of our mates was meeting us at the cafe and we never noticed his text. Fortunately we got there just as he was finishing his coffee, a few minutes later and he would have been gone.

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cyberknight

As long as I breathe, I attack.
Sunny day today , still a chill in the air when i set off just after 8 so i had arm warmers and a gilet for the 1st hour till i got going , by the cafe stop i was also taking off the arm warmers and switched to thinner gloves.Stopped at the Kabin in tywcross around 36 miles for a nice coffee and tea cake in the sun before heading home .As i got close to home i heard a shout and stopped for a chat to an old ride mate who had to pack up riding as he has back/ hip issues so is running which doesnt affect him, he did say he was trying shorter cranks which seems to help but still struggles when you have to give it extra power eg on hills
Fastest overall average all year for a metic century :smile:
 

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