I had been thinking about doing this month's 100 km ride today but it was a bit too windy so I decided that I would do my 50 km ride instead (I'm trying to do at least one of each every month). Then, before I could get ready, my stepdaughter phoned and we ended up chatting for an hour. That used up a lot of the remaining daylight so I improvised a shorter route taking in a steepish climb that I haven't done for years.
(The light wasn't great so I decided not to bother taking any photos today.)
I called in at a corner shop in Hebden Bridge on the way out to buy some
parkin to have with my post-ride coffee. I made a stupid mistake in the shop which could have had really inconvenient consequences. More of that later ...
Route: Hebden Bridge, Pecket Well, Old Town, Midgley, Jerusalem Lane, Booth, Solomon Hill, Luddenden Foot, then the steep climb - Ellen Holme Road/Sykes Lane -
HERE, Sowerby village, Hubberton Green, Cotton Stones, then Blue Ball Road in the opposite direction to the way I normally ride, up to Coal Gate Road and then followed my normal route - Hubberton Green again, Steep Lane, Cragg Road, Mytholmroyd, Calder Valley Greenway, Calder Holmes Park, Home. 42 hilly km/26 miles.
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As I was tackling the initial climb out of Hebden Bridge I spotted a cyclist ahead riding more slowly than me (which makes a change!) so I soon approached them. I noticed a rearview mirror on the RH end of the rider's handlebars so I assumed that I would have been seen catching up. As I overtook the rider I said hello and she almost jumped off the bike in fright! I think she was deep in thought and hadn't looked in the mirror during the 2 or 3 minutes that it took me to close the gap. It seems a bit of a waste to fit a mirror and then not use it ...
There were some sunny intervals but the blustery wind was creating quite a windchill, despite the air temperature being pretty mild today. I felt that I had made the right decision to do a shorter ride. I will make the effort to get my 100 km and 50 km rides in some time in the next 10 days.
The Sykes Lane climb was as tough as I remembered but I had the advantage of both lower gears and lower weight than I suffered on my previous ascents. It was more a case of panting than of full-scale grovelling. A couple of drivers coming down the narrow road were good enough to pull over and let me crawl up to them - it would have been horrid being forced to stop and then trying to set off again! They seemed to find my suffering quite amusing for some reason so I gave them a little wave of thanks and shouted "
I am getting too old for this kind of thing", but with a big grin on my face!
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful. I would have preferred less wind, but it is still only mid-February so I am not going to complain.
So, when I got home I discovered the mistake I had made at the shop when I bought my post-ride goodies ... I dismounted and took off the Camelbak bag which I use on all of my rides to carry my stuff. '
Stuff' includes doorkeys. '
Doorkeys' includes the keys of a friend who is away, and whose house I am keeping an eye on. Those keys which were hanging on to the open bag by a thread - I had forgotten to zip up the bag after putting the parkin in there at the shop and had come within a whisker of losing both sets of keys on the ride ... Get a grip Col!