Your ride today....

Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by gbb, 30 Mar 2008.

  1. Rickshaw Phil

    Rickshaw Phil Overconfidentii Vulgaris Moderator

    Out with my brother this morning for his longest ride in around 18 months. The route was a local loop: Condover, Atcham, Upton Magna, Uffington, into Shrewsbury along the riverside then out again over Greyfriars bridge and a not very direct route to Meole Brace to make the most of the off road cyclepaths.

    There is glorious sunshine out today but a chilly easterly wind so we both had winter layers on again. After having only done infrequent short rides for so long Doug seemed disappointed in places that he wasn't able to go faster. I was fairly happy to go at the pace we were doing however as I don't want him to push too hard too soon and put himself off.

    We took the shorter way to Atcham, avoiding Cross Houses, and paused for photos on the old Atcham Bridge. Doug didn't feel like going through Attingham Park so we took the direct way to Upton Magna (with Doug setting a personal record on the Strava segment along the way despite being out of practice) and had a break at the cafe at the Haughmond Inn. It' the first time I've managed to get in the place. Nice, and worth going back to in my opinion.

    Setting off again we had the climb to Downton but not before I'd got some photos in Upton Magna which took longer than expected due to a motorist stopping right in the middle of shot just as I was ready to take the picture.:rolleyes:

    Doug had got a fair way ahead and I really needed to push to catch him up. That done we headed to Uffington and along the canal path which was dry but very rough as always and quite popular with walkers today. We continued along the riverside to Greyfriars Bridge just in time to have the pleasure boat Sabrina pass underneath us.

    We'd managed to pace it so that Doug was just starting to flag by the time we got back. I'm hopeful that if we can get more regular rides up to this sort of distance he can build back the cycling fitness he's lost.

    18.6 miles at 11 mph average.

    Doug on the old bridge at Atcham.

    Not the best photo but taking a break at The Haughmond.

    Blossom at Upton Magna..........

    ............. and lambs in the field.

    Sabrina taking a few tourists for a trip.
  2. Great trip. Been to Orkney a few times with work but never managed to see anymore than Kirkwall and the Flotta oil terminal
  3. twentysix by twentyfive

    twentysix by twentyfive Clinging on tightly

    Over the Hill
    Cold but bright and with a new home made cassette on it was time for a test. Fairly standard route to take in the wild flowers at Brand Green. The wood anemones have been joined by bluebells. Either one is late or the other early. I stopped at Ashleworth Ham to check out the wildfowl before heading into a stiff cold wind. That took its toll. Reaching the final mile I realised I'd forgotten my key. So I rode over to visit my daughter. She took pity on me and gave me a bite to eat and a lovely cup of tea. 52 smiles
  4. Map_Airport_Loop.jpg

    The plan was to go for a 60k ride today and finally start the post cold/flu/Asthma building up kilometerage to the goal of an imperial century this year.

    Unfortunately last night I got distracted by a certain cycling forum and when I looked at the clock it was getting on for midnight. This rather scuppered plans of an early start.

    So instead I decided on a less ambitious pootle around the local towns. This still involved going down a Scary Hill Of Doom, because every cycle ride here involves a scary hill of doom at some point. Usually twice.

    After this came one of my favourite rides ever, through a local forest and past this building which is used as a forest excursion destination for local kindergartens:


    About this point I was becoming aware that I hadn't eaten enough, so I made a stop in the next town to pick up some nutritional health food a bag of cheap own brand 'Snickers' type bars (On the basis it's got peanuts in it, nuts are healthy, therefore this is healthy) I hooked around the end of the airport:


    I followed an old railway line into the town of Bernhausen. There was a signpost pointing along a well made cycleway to Neuhausen, which I was aiming for, but I'd cycled that route last year and I knew it was a fiendish trap: as soon as it got close to Neuhausen it went around the wrong side of an industrial estate and dropped me onto a busy road.

    I laughed cynically and headed north to where I was pretty sure there was a secret traffic free route. Then things got a bit strange:


    Suddenly there were no more signs to Neuhausen. I knew the route roughly from the map, and Neuhausen was most certainly in this direction, in fact I could see it in the distance, but even the signs pointing towards the large and obvious collection of houses in the middle distance refused to admit this.

    The weirdness factor was increased because I was at this point riding alongside the airport, so every now and again I'd hear a noise and turn to see a large aircraft apparently belting along at several hundred kilometres an hour through a field of cabbages. They even put the control tower in a housing estate:


    Still, I made it despite the signs, and after a long ride against the wind (of course) suddenly found that in the manner of German towns I had abruptly dropped from open fields into an industrial area...

    (Part II follows...)
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  5. Conscious of my obligations to fellow CC members, I made a detour to photograph central Neuhausen.

    The things I do for you, honestly.


    This is apparently the largest village church in Europe: it says to on the sign on the wall.

    So there.

    Neuhausen has a funny history: It was semi-independent´ for many years because it 'belonged' to a king who ruled a different bit of Germany, so it was technically part of another country until 1806.


    Central square in Neuhausen, flags (L-R): Baden-Württemberg, Germany, Europe and Neuhausen. Town hall and illegally parked BMW in the background.


    The route out of Neuhausen follows an old tram route which used to run to the big local town of Esslingen, until the local councils decided such things were obsolete and everyone would drive a car in future.

    The fact that everyone now had to drive a car because without the tram there was no alternative made this a rather self-fulfilling prophecy:


    Back on 'my' side of the valley, I stopped to take in the view and make a tastefully artistic image of the Xtracycle against the glowering sky, earning strange looks from local people unused to my strange bike photographing habits.

    This is part of a the 'new' town built in a former US Military base. Apparently these green spaces are there to collect rainwater and prevent flooding further down the hill.


    After escaping this, I climbed across more fields towards our village, past this mysteriously abandoned farm I want to buy, restore and open as an educational centre.

    Beautiful Wife is unconvinced.

    I was going to call this picture "The farm before the storm' but that would be a terrible pun, so I won't.


    Another one of my favourite places, the turn to the track that leads back to our village. Expect pictures of this in different seasons.


    And finally, the obligatory 'I can see my village from here' shot. This coincidentally shows the entire section of the ride that didn't have a headwind:


    About 30k all told in just over two and a half hours. How much of this was forward progress and how much was eating chocolate, taking pictures and backtracking after a missed turn shall remain a mystery...
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  6. gavroche

    gavroche Getting old but not past it

    North Wales
    In my quest to improve my fitness for the oncoming Isle of Man trip next month, my stepson and I decided to ride up the Great Orme in Llandudno and the Little Orme on the way back. The Great Orme has a gradient of 12% in the last mile and am pleased to say that I managed it reasonably well. We stopped at the top for a cup of coffee before the long descent into West Shore. I enjoyed the ride and look forward to have another go at it maybe on Sunday. It took me 15 minutes to reach the top and my stepson 12 minutes. Bear in mind he is 20 years younger than me. I think the distance from bottom to the top is 4.5 kms.
  7. Dave 123

    Dave 123 Guru

    Luckily I had the forethought to put my thick gloves, armwamers and 2 Buffs on, otherwise I’d have been chilly!

    A tandem ride, down through fields of new calves and lambs in Connington and then up and over the freshly constructed flyover for the A14. At least there was silky tarmac, a rarity round here
    Then on the St Ives. We stopped at Toms Cakes for a flat white each, sitting in the sun.
    Back down the busway, Great Crested Grebe displaying on Fen Drayton lakes.

    26 nippy miles
  8. 8mph

    8mph Senior Member

    My longest ride on my road bike so far, Southbourne in Dorset to Elcombe near Swindon. I'm glad to find out that the bike is comfortable over a longer distance but I didn't have all of my cycling kit with me and had to ride in a pair of hiking trousers and trainers.
    England looks lovely and green and there were loads of cyclists out and about today. I noticed a
    distinct lack of village shops, I didn't find one until Amesbury, 40 miles in.
    The last 20km were a little exposed and my clothes felt flappy and wrong. I must add roubaix
    leggings to the ever growing shopping list!
    I was going somewhere near my
    max and managed an average
    speed of 18mph, the journey took
    3hrs 46 minutes, 67.9 miles 1,135 M elevation.
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  9. Shearwater Missile

    Shearwater Missile Senior Member

    It started off bright and sunny but by the time I got on the bike it had clouded over and that was 10.00 am. I won`t bore you with the route but pretty flatish and was having a good ride, passing a few cyclists and got a wave back from them each time, always nice that. I was averaging about 17.7 mph and with an easterly 11mph wind felt pretty chilly and at 8 degrees but wind chill making it feel like about 5-6 degrees. My super roubaix leggings ( I`d put them away in February) are certainly getting a second coming this week. Is it me or are we going backwards weather wise ? Anyway, I felt fairly cosy and as I turned the corner so to speak at Rattlesden I noticed a massive dark area of sky out towards the east and thought I`am not going to miss that. The roads were still dry until I reached Combs (2 miles from home) where I thought that they were a bit damp and then they were wet and that is when it rained, temperature dropping, hands getting cold and the last mile and a bit up hill. I averaged 17.4mph over 21.7 miles so not bad. By the time I got indoors my hands started to hurt, just like the middle of winter. My wife said that it had been sleeting, at least I missed that, some consolation I suppose. Still I had a good ride, not much in the way of wildlife to report but plenty of primroses and cowslips and some tulips out. I know, a photo would have been better, next time !
  10. After yesterdays failure to get a longish ride in, I determined to set out a bit earlier this morning. I reckoned that for the 60 odd kilometres I had planned, I needed about four to five hours, so to make sure I was around for the rest of the family as much as possible I'd have to leave around six.

    I also wanted to clear the cycleway along the "Siebenmühlental" (lit: "Valley of the Seven Mills") as early as possible, because on a spring weekend it tended to become a tangle of walkers, families taking little Franz our on his first bike ride, and drivers taking their annual bike ride and forgetting that they were not in their high-end company car on the Autobahn to Munich.

    This meant getting up at five. On a Saturday for goodness sake...


    I made it out at 06:15 which was later than I wanted but earlier than I expected, and rode into and along the valley described yesterday, in the dark, startling deer as I went.


    After a slightly tedious ride past the airport, again, and through another town, I ended up on a very pleasant, paved and traffic free route which, being on a slight ridge gave an excellent view all around.

    One of the things I could see was the cycleway I was supposed to be on, a couple of kilometres distant and the other side of several cabbage fields.

    I probably should have looked at the map first.

    Still, after a brief detour through another industrial estate and under a metro line and through some highly uninteresting suburbs, I found the old railway line, now a cycleway along the Siebenmühlental.


    As it was about seven in the morning (and to be honest two-fleeces-and-a coat level frigid) I had the whole trail to myself....


    as it wound on and on...


    And on and on


    And on. Past the seven mills, old stations, over viaducts and through forests...

    Until, this being Germany, it ended up at a Biergarten...


    The rail line continues a few kilometres, but I left it here and n headed into the forest towards the town of Nürtingen. Fortunately a lot of the local towns have made the important socio economic discovery that Cyclists Bring Money, and for a very small amount of investment, you can get a very high return: thus they provide useful signposts every few kilometres.


    When I arrived in Neuenhaus I was slightly startled to see a traffic jam at the bakery, before I realised it was still eight in the morning.


    The next village was Aich, home to the worlds leading manufacturer of concrete pumping trucks, should anyone require such a vehicle.

    It is also the point where the hills between the Aich Valley and Neckar valley are lowest, which is very handy for lazy middle aged cyclists...

    [part 2 follows...]

    [Edited: So many typos...]
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  11. Shearwater Missile

    Shearwater Missile Senior Member

    Looks like a nice place to ride and quiet but then you were about early. I suppose the old railway trails were due to Germany`s equivalent to Dr.Beeching !
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  12. Part one here:

    Brief pause at the summit for celebratory supermarket brand snickers bar and photo of distant hills.


    This was the first close up view of these hills, which will hopefully feature in future rides this year.

    Unfortunately the weather has no sense of occasion and they were half hidden by drizzle.

    After several minutes wondering which of three possible entrances could be a cycleway into the next village, I managed to find the correct route more or less by luck and rolled down towards the next village and crossing point for the river Neckar.


    Where there was another Scary Hill Of Doom to reach the river bridge. By the way, I wasn't holding the camera funny: the tower really does lean slightly.


    Interestingly curvy bridge over the river.


    Now I was on the Neckar cycleway I could concentrate on hammering out the miles plodding along at my usual pace until I reached Nürtingen, which is the home of the technical college I attended for nearly three years while learning to be a cabinet maker.


    I know Nürtingen, so I'm not sure why I took an entirely wrong route to the railway station expecting to find a bicycle friendly subway. There is a way through, but it starts from another point in the town, a fact which of course dawned on your correspondent after slogging up a hill and navigating a busy junction...

    Still, once on the correct side of the river I was on my old college commuting route, which I probably last rode along on the day of my final exam. Having navigated some construction areas where he state is building a new railway (and it is remarkable, is it not, just how much money can be found when a government really wants to? There must be millions going into this project.) I used the covered bridge that leads back over the river,


    before swearing my way up some frankly entirely unnecessary hills beyond...


    Especially as I almost immediately had to go down the other side, through an avenue of ash and sycamore trees that makes a Gothic arch over the road, giving the impression of travelling through a cathedral, to Denkendorf, which has a church big enough to be a cathedral, and which I'm told was once part of a Monastery.


    More use of the Anglo-Saxon vernacular was required for the final gradient up to my own town, and then I could relax and take the final trail through the woods to our village:


    Where my family (who, bless them, are not morning people) were just starting Brunch, involving those well known vital food groups, croissants and chocolate spread.

    Well, it'd be rude not to.


    besides it's a well known fact that after riding 60 kilometres and 350 vertical metres by mid morning, any food is healthy, right?

    Next goal, 80-100k: time to start planning...

    [Edited due to multitypos]
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  13. Thankfully there are very few closed railways: Germany never had a federal Dr. Beeching, and in many cases local railways were not even nationalised. This line was built for forestry and hoped for commuter traffic into Stuttgart that never materialised.

    I'll post pictures of the old stations on the Railway Enthusiast thread at some point.
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  14. NorthernDave

    NorthernDave Never used Über Member

    Short on time with much non-bike stuff to do today, but I wanted to get the Giant out for a ride to check everything was working properly after changing the gear cables.

    So, a quick local loop, down to Cross Gates and then on through Manston where i had a surprise as a heron took off from one of the suburban gardens and flew across the road above me. I wasn't expecting that!
    Out past the former Vickers factory at Barnbow, once reportedly the longest single building in Europe, which is now totally demolished and they're are on with breaking up the many, many tons of concrete footings and hardstanding on the site. Goodness knows how many lorry loads there will be to take off site, but all was quiet due to the early hour.
    Carried on Barrowby Lane heading out into what used to be open countryside, but where the new first section of the East Leeds Orbitl Road is under construction, meaning lots of cones, wandering temporary but generally smoothly surfaced roads and earthworks are all present.
    Turned round at the farm - the route continues as a bridleway to Garforth, but not for me today on a road bike with skinny tyres.
    Back the way I'd travelled and a loop around the top of Penda's Fields saw me onto Barwick Road where I encountered the numpty of the day.
    With a clear view of the road in each direction for at least a quarter mile in each direction, with no traffic at all other than me (and I was far enough away for him to easily cross in comfort - and probably cross back again as well!), he pressed the button on the pelican crossing and then walked out anyway.
    The lights then changed to red just as I got there, forcing me to stop. :dry:
    Anyway, they went to green eventually, so it was up the rise and then onto local roads up to home.

    6.0 miles (9.65 km) in a leisurely 32 minutes at an average of just 11.3 mph with just 219 ft of climbing and an average temperature of just 1.0°C :cold:

    All good and after much testing I can confirm that the previous crisp and reliable gear change is restored. Lots of pootling along looking at stuff too, which I'm going to use to explain the low speed. :whistle:
    I should probably have done the other 0.2 of a mile to make it 10k, but hey-ho.

    Sorry no pics today as it was too cold to stop and take my gloves off, but her's the map to end:
  15. TigerT

    TigerT Über Member

    After last weekends rides and a couple of gym sessions during the week, I was tired today, but the weather forecast is for rain and snow tomorrow so I decided I had to get out today.

    I set out at 11:00am and headed for my usual weekend destination- Baden.

    The ride out was miserable and started to rain. But at least the wind was in the right direction for the ride home!

    As I arrived the sun came out, though it was still pretty cold. I sat outside eating my coffee and cake, thinking how easy it would be to jump on the train home. Got to keep up my 50kms a week though so I set of home under my own power.

    Glad I didn’t give up, although my legs felt like lead, the way home was pretty good, it stayed sunny, the wind had dropped (so no tailwind:-( )

    Not my best ride. The weather is crazy at the moment here in Zürich. Snow 2 weeks ago, sunny but windy last weekend, miserable today and then forecast warm enough for shorts again next weekend!
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