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wafter

I like steel bikes and I cannot lie..
Location
Oxford
Frankly, it’s nearly everyone. Idiot pedestrians wafting about like dandelion fluff; drivers of anything boasting four wheels or more, all apparently convinced they’re auditioning for Mad Max: Oxfordshire Drift; other cyclists, whose sole mission seems to be demonstrating how not to ride a bicycle; and, of course, the pièce de résistance, a pair of twunts on illegal battery‑powered motorcycles, masked up like discount ninjas.

It is interesting you mention the Ridgeway. I’m less than 100 feet from a BOAT that leads straight onto it, practically a VIP entrance. I really should dust off the old Trek MTB and give it an airing. With any luck, the twunts will be terrorising someone else’s tranquillity for a change.

Yeah, I can appreciate all that; no doubt thrown into sharp focus by your recent excursions to far more cycle-friendly climbs..

Sounds like you've got a golden opportunity on your doorstep though - best get out amongst it while the weather still makes it easy ;)
 

EltonFrog

Legendary Member
Today I had a dentist appointment. Yesterday I resolved to cycle the just‑over‑ten miles to the practice — not because I had any burning desire to cycle, but because I really didn’t want to drive there.

I nearly gave in and got in the car, but IMTFU prevailed, so I got the road bike ready and went. Instead of taking the mostly traffic‑free route, I stuck to the roads, and on the whole it was fine. The only incident was a white‑van man flinging his door open without looking; fortunately I was paying attention.

I arrived a little early, so I carried on for another ten minutes. By chance I came across a sign for the Aston Martin museum — something I had no idea existed. I went to investigate. It was closed, but I’ve made a note to visit another time.

Once my appointment was over, I realised I wasn’t hating being out, so I took a different way home via Dorchester‑on‑Thames and a café with alpacas, where I stopped for a sausage sandwich and coffee. Then on through Shillingford, Wallingford (with a pause at the castle grounds), Brightwell‑cum‑Sotwell, the Moretons, Aston Tirrold, Blewbury, and finally home.

30.45 miles. And no one pissed me off. That’s a win.

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