Saluki
World class procrastinator
- Location
- ...Norwich over the water.
Today's Ride
I went round the ride above. Very nice it was too.
I had decided, that as Hubster is not wanting to ride much more than 20 miles and I do, that I'd better get on with it while he's watching netflix at dialysis. The sun was shining but it wasn't baking, so I greased up, liberally, with Factor 50 and got on my bike. Before I did, Istole reappropriated the bottle cage from Hubster's CX bike for the ride. 2 x 750ml bidons have to be better than 1, I reckon.
Whizzing through Drayton was nice, the wind was behind me and I passed Horsford and managed to cross the busy A140 very easily, which is a minor miracle in itself. At the Spixworth turning I headed to the left as originally planned. I had decided that when I got to that point I would then make the decision as to which of 3 rides that I was going to do, either last night's ride, a longer ride which would finish up at about 26 miles for the nearly 32 miler that I rather fancied. My knee was aching last night where I had given it a bang somewhere, I have a massive bruise and it felt rather odd last night.
Anyway I went left and rode through Frettenham and Crostwick and then through a humungous puddle - slowly as I couldn't see the bottom of it and was worried about hitting a pot-hole and falling in/off depending on your viewpoint. I meant to take a pic but there was a large tractor and trailer wanting to follow me through so I didn't. Getting squished flat by a tractor was not on my 'to do' list today. I eventually arrived at the edge of Coltishall and stopped to move my water bottles about while watching the canoeists mucking about.
and
The road brought me out at The Recruiting Sergeant PH (very nice sarnies they do too, if you are in the area) so I headed right and to Coltishall Island and then on to Wroxham. I hate Wroxham during Grockle Season, it's full of grockles for a start. Wandering hither thither, they can't bloody drive or take any notice of a 'no right turn sign' (I know I can't shout but I got off my bike and became a pedestrian, crossed the road and got back on again). The estate car towing a grockle-box was getting in all sorts of problems trying to turn right there. Numpty!
Coming out of Wroxham, once over the bridge (stopping at the top to take a picture of the broad is another grockle habit. Not good for traffic flow) I had to get a wiggle on as there were roadworks and a drop top beemer wanted to pass me. I took the lane, ably assisted by a fit looking chap on a Spesh (phwor - fit bloke, not the bike). He was very complimentary about Bluey.
I decided that the Wroxham Road was a stupid place to be and headed off to the left, up and down 'delicate hills' as they used to be known locally, past Salhouse Church and then down Honeycomb Road to Little Plumstead and the Brickilns Pub. I stopped for a second or 5 there, to move water from one bidon to another and to have a minute or so in the shade.
Easy ride from there, straight up the Plumstead Road to Thorpe, over the Heartsease roundabout and down Ketts Hill. I might ring the council about the roundabout at the bottom as the plant growth is so massive that it hides all the oncoming traffic, unless it's a big thing like a truck. It took ages to get onto that roundabout and round.
Once on the Marriotts Way it was easy riding, then up through Costessey, getting lost on the cyclepaths through Bowthorpe and out at Colney and to the hospital.
31.83 miles in 2:12:57 so averaging a nice 14.4mph. My garmin said that I had climbed 1257' but by the time it got to my laptop, someone had nicked some feet and I'd climbed 674'. There are nearly 600' missing and I would like to know where they have gone. I climbed them and I'm entitled to them and I would like them back. Apart from the theft of feet climbed, my Garmin is behaving perfectly
I went round the ride above. Very nice it was too.
I had decided, that as Hubster is not wanting to ride much more than 20 miles and I do, that I'd better get on with it while he's watching netflix at dialysis. The sun was shining but it wasn't baking, so I greased up, liberally, with Factor 50 and got on my bike. Before I did, I
Whizzing through Drayton was nice, the wind was behind me and I passed Horsford and managed to cross the busy A140 very easily, which is a minor miracle in itself. At the Spixworth turning I headed to the left as originally planned. I had decided that when I got to that point I would then make the decision as to which of 3 rides that I was going to do, either last night's ride, a longer ride which would finish up at about 26 miles for the nearly 32 miler that I rather fancied. My knee was aching last night where I had given it a bang somewhere, I have a massive bruise and it felt rather odd last night.
Anyway I went left and rode through Frettenham and Crostwick and then through a humungous puddle - slowly as I couldn't see the bottom of it and was worried about hitting a pot-hole and falling in/off depending on your viewpoint. I meant to take a pic but there was a large tractor and trailer wanting to follow me through so I didn't. Getting squished flat by a tractor was not on my 'to do' list today. I eventually arrived at the edge of Coltishall and stopped to move my water bottles about while watching the canoeists mucking about.
and
The road brought me out at The Recruiting Sergeant PH (very nice sarnies they do too, if you are in the area) so I headed right and to Coltishall Island and then on to Wroxham. I hate Wroxham during Grockle Season, it's full of grockles for a start. Wandering hither thither, they can't bloody drive or take any notice of a 'no right turn sign' (I know I can't shout but I got off my bike and became a pedestrian, crossed the road and got back on again). The estate car towing a grockle-box was getting in all sorts of problems trying to turn right there. Numpty!
Coming out of Wroxham, once over the bridge (stopping at the top to take a picture of the broad is another grockle habit. Not good for traffic flow) I had to get a wiggle on as there were roadworks and a drop top beemer wanted to pass me. I took the lane, ably assisted by a fit looking chap on a Spesh (phwor - fit bloke, not the bike). He was very complimentary about Bluey.
I decided that the Wroxham Road was a stupid place to be and headed off to the left, up and down 'delicate hills' as they used to be known locally, past Salhouse Church and then down Honeycomb Road to Little Plumstead and the Brickilns Pub. I stopped for a second or 5 there, to move water from one bidon to another and to have a minute or so in the shade.
Easy ride from there, straight up the Plumstead Road to Thorpe, over the Heartsease roundabout and down Ketts Hill. I might ring the council about the roundabout at the bottom as the plant growth is so massive that it hides all the oncoming traffic, unless it's a big thing like a truck. It took ages to get onto that roundabout and round.
Once on the Marriotts Way it was easy riding, then up through Costessey, getting lost on the cyclepaths through Bowthorpe and out at Colney and to the hospital.
31.83 miles in 2:12:57 so averaging a nice 14.4mph. My garmin said that I had climbed 1257' but by the time it got to my laptop, someone had nicked some feet and I'd climbed 674'. There are nearly 600' missing and I would like to know where they have gone. I climbed them and I'm entitled to them and I would like them back. Apart from the theft of feet climbed, my Garmin is behaving perfectly
beautiful creatures
.
and GWS 
from me
