Yesterday, the bike bud said ‘let’s find cake’ so we cleared off into the headwind so we had a lovely tailwind all the way home. With my cranky knee, that was an excellent plan. 41 miles on the day. The 38 cake ride mikes and a 3 miler into town and back for a new bottom bracket for the Genesis before the cake ride. That BB was not able for another ride.
Today, we planned on a nice 10-12 miles to turn our legs. At the 5 mile mark, he chose to push on. At the 6.5 mile mark he chose to push on. When I had had enough of the mud - getting off and walking type mud - and we went on the road, he chose to push on. All the places were good turning points which meant going back into a headwind. He didn’t fancy the wind.
At the 14.5 mile mark - Whitwell Railway Station Cafe - he wanted no cake
but changed his mind when he saw mine. I offered up a packet of Salt n Vinegar as I wasn’t about to share. From there on in it was all work, work, work as we headed into the wind and mud. At Lenwade I had a ‘bugger-all-this-for a-game-of-soldiers’ moment and cut across country for some more sheltered roads. Tarmac ones, not muddy ones. Still slow though. I am officially knackered!
2 x 50km rides on consecutive days, this early in the year was a bit shocking, but the rain stopped and the sun came out. Rude not to. That was a long 10 miler