VinSumRox
Über Member
- Location
- Scottish Borders
Your ride today....
- Thread starter gbb
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fritz katzenjammer
Der Ubergrosserbudgie
Good day for 700c x25 roadies…
HLaB
Marie Attoinette Fan
Just a short group ride today. Which suited me; My inside ankle is a bit like a funny bone just now. I think I've irritated the tendon which runs down from the calf, over the inside ankle to the instep. Tried orthopaedic insoles today to see if that helps. According to one web physio stretching it will make worse; I'm probably guilty of that. It might just be arthritis though, I was warned about that when I got chemo 6 years ago, and the weather is dank.
It was dry and bright when I went to the meet but that didn't last long and the ride was soon in mizzle. I thought at that point we'd get soaked before we got home but it actually dried up. We skipped the cafe though to get home whilst it was dry.
It was dry and bright when I went to the meet but that didn't last long and the ride was soon in mizzle. I thought at that point we'd get soaked before we got home but it actually dried up. We skipped the cafe though to get home whilst it was dry.
sevenfourate
Devotee of OCD
- Location
- Lowestoft, Suffolk
36 mile loop. Starting pre 4am today to get a CC challenge under the belt……
Don’t ever say I’m not Festive !
Broads had burst their banks…..
Oops I did it again 🤣
Bell Tower at Beccles:
Back lanes were pure filth 😳
This many lights on at a boatyard at 5am really necessary ??
Coming home via Lowestoft Sea-front:
Enjoyed that. And very glad to have taken advantage of a 2-day weather break 😉
Don’t ever say I’m not Festive !
Broads had burst their banks…..
Oops I did it again 🤣
Bell Tower at Beccles:
Back lanes were pure filth 😳
This many lights on at a boatyard at 5am really necessary ??
Coming home via Lowestoft Sea-front:
Enjoyed that. And very glad to have taken advantage of a 2-day weather break 😉
Met up with a couple of friends for a festive pedal around Pitsford Res this afternoon.. It's tricky to get us off work all together due to shifts!
Bikes were duly decorated & mince pies were eaten..
Slight misfire with the squirty cream!! 😂
20 miles in slightly chilly, due to the breeze, but dry weather..
Miss you by a day ,I rode over the causeway yesterday
This morning saw a planned return to the homestead, however having awoken late, knackered and needing supplies after a week of pitifully low mileage I decided a utility ride was a better idea.. at least to start.
With the intention to go back later in the day I pared the ride right back in the interests of time and energy conservation; to include only a few choice charity shops. In the first I discovered the so-far-least-worst sofa - a nice looking mid-century styled job in a coarse-ish burnt orange fabric. Would absolutely have taken it were it not too large, so I reluctantly passed.
As I left I was struck by how dark it was - evidently as a combination of the heavy, overcast sky and fact I'd gone out a fair bit later than usual and it was legitimately on the cusp of dusk. Ten more days until we're on the up again - which is both relieving and slightly terrifying as it only seemed to be summer a couple of weeks ago.
Having found nothing of note in any of the other shops I made an impromptu stop at a small Waitrose for butter as it was en-route and meant less of a detour to go to the big one, losing all the faff of dragging myself through the Doom-level-esq pedestrianed underpass at the perpetual bridge works on the Botley road.
As I agonised over the pros and cons of buying larger packets to save 2.22% on the cost per unit mass a woman enquired as to my dilemma; my subsequent explanation probably leaving her regretting that she asked..
Having been absent from the rings for probably a couple of weeks I'd chucked them in the panniers on the off-chance and found the resolve to give them an airing as the light faded to nothing; since I had no kickboxing today.. My reward was a somewhat stunted session that was probably as good as I could have hoped for and doubtless better than doing bugger all.
Back through town and I remembered I was out of Guinness; thoughts turned to the local shop however I was reluctant and an unpleasant exchange outside earlier in the week thanks to my scant ability to hide my disgust in the face of other peoples selfishness.. while it was approaching rush hour so the chance of dickheads was high.
I detoured to another local co-op which was inexplicibly off-limits with the doors closed, roller shutter half down and security guard loitering inside. As I sat outside on the bike to consider my options numerous other potential punters sidled up to the the doorway, also trying to figure out what was going on. This gave rise to a bit of conversation; and perhaps in a very British way our collective disappointment seemed to create some collective feeling of solidarity and mutual sympathy; everyone I spoke to being really sound.
I gave up and headed back towards home; electing to give the local a fair crack of the whip. Happens there was no rage-bait w*nker parking outside and I scored some super-reduced bargains so it all came good in the end
Back home after a modest but non-trivial 16-odd miles and generally feeling all the better for it; even if I never made it back to the homestead and will have even more stuff to cram into tomorrow..
With the intention to go back later in the day I pared the ride right back in the interests of time and energy conservation; to include only a few choice charity shops. In the first I discovered the so-far-least-worst sofa - a nice looking mid-century styled job in a coarse-ish burnt orange fabric. Would absolutely have taken it were it not too large, so I reluctantly passed.
As I left I was struck by how dark it was - evidently as a combination of the heavy, overcast sky and fact I'd gone out a fair bit later than usual and it was legitimately on the cusp of dusk. Ten more days until we're on the up again - which is both relieving and slightly terrifying as it only seemed to be summer a couple of weeks ago.
Having found nothing of note in any of the other shops I made an impromptu stop at a small Waitrose for butter as it was en-route and meant less of a detour to go to the big one, losing all the faff of dragging myself through the Doom-level-esq pedestrianed underpass at the perpetual bridge works on the Botley road.
As I agonised over the pros and cons of buying larger packets to save 2.22% on the cost per unit mass a woman enquired as to my dilemma; my subsequent explanation probably leaving her regretting that she asked..
Having been absent from the rings for probably a couple of weeks I'd chucked them in the panniers on the off-chance and found the resolve to give them an airing as the light faded to nothing; since I had no kickboxing today.. My reward was a somewhat stunted session that was probably as good as I could have hoped for and doubtless better than doing bugger all.
Back through town and I remembered I was out of Guinness; thoughts turned to the local shop however I was reluctant and an unpleasant exchange outside earlier in the week thanks to my scant ability to hide my disgust in the face of other peoples selfishness.. while it was approaching rush hour so the chance of dickheads was high.
I detoured to another local co-op which was inexplicibly off-limits with the doors closed, roller shutter half down and security guard loitering inside. As I sat outside on the bike to consider my options numerous other potential punters sidled up to the the doorway, also trying to figure out what was going on. This gave rise to a bit of conversation; and perhaps in a very British way our collective disappointment seemed to create some collective feeling of solidarity and mutual sympathy; everyone I spoke to being really sound.
I gave up and headed back towards home; electing to give the local a fair crack of the whip. Happens there was no rage-bait w*nker parking outside and I scored some super-reduced bargains so it all came good in the end
Back home after a modest but non-trivial 16-odd miles and generally feeling all the better for it; even if I never made it back to the homestead and will have even more stuff to cram into tomorrow..
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