I did 86 miles in fairly undulating terrain out to Oundle then under the Welland Viaduct at Harringworth north a bit to loop back east crossing the A1 back into Cambs. There were few steep hills to make it fun. The weather was stunning clear blue skies and pleasantly warm but a gentle chilly north wind.
Averaged 18.2mph but that was when I got home. But things hadn't been straight forward as disaster struck when the rear tyre exploded 25 miles from home. Yep the tyre blew out. I first checked myself to make sure I hadn't been shot as in a rural area with lots of farms about, but then felt the rear tyre was instantly flat and I was bumping along on the road. It must have picked up a sharp stone or piece of glass as I rode out of the village of Woodnewton past a large driveway/farm entrance from which loads of stones and grit had strayed on to the road.
Anyway found a convenient sign on which to hang the bike whipped off the rear wheel and took the tube out. Both the tyre Bontrager Race and the Kenda tube were shot. I hate cheap crappy tubes that bike manufacturers put in. I've a Trek 1500. So I lined the inside of the tyre which now had a big hole in it, all the webbing visible, with several layers of card tearing up my spare Schwalbe tube box. Then fitted the new Schwalbe tube, inflated to firmish pressure then cycled on hoping it would hold the 25 miles home. The tyre took on a slight wiggle around where the blow out had destroyed the belt and the webbing was protruding but it seemed quite firm as the side walls were still ok. Fingers crossed. Ride gently. Must avoid stones.
Whilst I was by the side of the road probably 20-30 minutes only one car stopped - a Honda Civic, new shape, driven by an older looking black guy who was very concerned and quite sweet. He wanted to give me a lift to wherever I needed to go. Bless. It really restores one's faith in humanity when people are this helpful clearly putting themselves out. Not everyone is scum, just a large proportion. Lots of big Audis, BMs and Volvos sped by looking down their noses at me. One woman even pointed to show her little brat and laughed. I hope she gets cancer.
Then about half way into the repair a roadie stopped, staying quite a few minutes, even though I assured him I would be ok he wanted to satisfy himself that I knew what I was doing and would indeed be ok. Fortunately, I like many roadies, am well prepared. He was great and thanks again for stopping, who ever you were. My all winds be behind you.
However about 4 seperate pairs of people on MTBs went by without even so much as a friendly hello just staring blankly like guppy fish. I hope you get thorns in your tyres. Car drivers no doubt, of which I saw lots of 4x4s with racks on the back carrying bikes

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I got home fine but I was constantly searching out the road in front for any sign of grit gravel or stones to avoid. I felt quite exhausted by the time I got home. I would post a pic of my repair but haven't taken one yet.
There were quite a few cyclists out today being such a luverly day. There must have been a road race on as quite a few marshalls were out earlier on this morning. Only one chap out of 4 marshal points I passed gave a hearty hello in response to my "Good morning or Hiya" or little wave. The rest just stared with an air of contempt. One marhsall was sitting next to his huge '09 Audi Estate he didn't reply. Arrogant fecker.
So what ever club it was they need to learn some manners.
Hope others had a less eventful ride.
End of essay. Time for a shower.