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Today's jaunt, a bus ride into Maidenhead, and cycle ride along the Thames into Windsor and back, then return bus to Reading.
Here's the railway bridge, designed by Brunel, completed in 1838. It also features in a painting by JMW Turner from 1844.
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Bray lock
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A nice little church, St Mary Magdalene, Boveney.
Dating back to the 12th century, and still has some pews surviving from the 15th century.
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And my u-turn point. The flag was not raised on the mast, so assumed Chas and Cammy were not home.
Shame - I was looking forward to dropping by for a cuppa and slice of cake. Oh well, maybe next time.
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Something I meant to add to this. Whilst waiting for my return bus, another bus pulled up to a different location, and a passenger got aboard with a full size road bike, which was a surprise. Same bus company as mine, Carousel, but guessing it's down to the discretion of the driver.
I'd already folded mine up in readiness, perhaps I could have just left it unfolded?
 

Conrad_K

unindicted co-conspirator
I was doing quite well on the bicycling front until late November, when I had surgery, and the doc prohibited bicycling for two months. By that time winter had set in, and we had rain, sleet, hail, subzero-Fahrenheit temperatures, tornadoes (lost another chunk of roof...), and home repairs sucking up potential bicycling time.

Nevertheless, I managed a few short rides to the store, and in early April, another 20-mile loop on the Riverfront Trail. I finally managed to block off some time for a ride, and was getting ready to install the bike rack on the truck when I thought, "You know, maybe I ought to go for a short local ride before making the long drive to the Trail." So I made a 45-minute loop around some local streets I haven't had cause to travel in at least 40 years.

I made it about two blocks before my thighs started to burn. Then I got short of breath. I wound up grinding through most of the ride in first or second gear. November to April, I had noticed a slight fall-off in endurance. April to June fitness fell off a cliff. Annoying, but at least I didn't burn a quarter tank of gas to wind up cutting a ride short to make sure I could make it back to the truck.

What's more annoying is, the primary leg action on a "Compact Long Wheelbase" (or "chair bike") is in the quadriceps, and I've been keeping up with my squats and deadlifts. But it appears strength doesn't cross over to endurance at all.


Sooo... looks like the cure is... more bicycle time! And I can claim some virtue points by counting it as "exercise" instead of "recreation." Win!
 

ianrauk

Tattooed Beat Messiah
Location
Rides Ti2
Today's cycling shenanigans. A ride to Sandwich in East Kent to get a sandwich at The Sandwich Cafe. Except I didn't have a sandwich, I had scrambled eggs on toast, a nice pot of tea for one and a fab slice of chocolate and vanilla sponge cake. Yummy.
The Westerly winds this morning made for rapid progress pushing me along the estuary and coast, Faversham, The Graveny Marshes, Whitstable and on to Herne Bay, Reculver, Minnis Bay and Birtchington. Turning back west after Sandwich meant that the lovely tailwind turned into a pesky headwind, which made things just a little bit harder then the outward effort. The weather played ball, cloudy and sunny with nice and warm temperatures, though in Wye it did threaten rain with a few drops but not much became of it.
So, 120 Imperial British miles for the day which meant that I reached a new Eddington number of 119. I need another 10 x 120 milers to reach that amount. It only gets harder.
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Faversham poppies
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Reculver
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a.twiddler

Veteran
9/6/25
On the Linear to Church Minshull-Wettenhall-Calveley-Long Lane-Eaton Lane-home


I was disappointed not to get even a tiny ride in yesterday with the unpredictable weather so with less wind and some general greyness I set off with no particular destination in mind. Definitely not T shirt weather today so I had my gilet on as well as my other nondescript gear.

I went left downhill from my back gate as that was the course of least resistance. I found myself heading for Darnhall bridge with its dip and traffic lights. As I climbed up the other side I had a sort of IMax view in my mind of the surrounding countryside. If I went straight on I would eventually hit the A51 at Reaseheath. If I turned right a few miles before then all lanes still led to the A51. If I took the next right I would eventually reach the A51/A49 at Four Lane Ends, or the A54. If I took the next left in Wettenhall, still a few miles away, I would end up on Over Road Which despite being a minor road, could be busy with traffic at times. Still, in the pursuit of a tranquil ride, the least worst option.

So, I continued to Wettenhall, turned left into Minshull Lane and began to have thoughts of maybe having another go at Alsager’s Bank. It was a bit late in the day, but it would stay light until late. Unfortunately some fat raindrops then began to fall though they were a bit sporadic. I turned into Woodgreen Lane and stopped under a tree to shelter until the worst of it had passed. A field full of cows began to take an interest, lowing and moving towards the side of the field where I was. I set off through the intermittent raindrops. I kicked Alsagers Bank into the long grass for today.
The long grass.



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There was plenty of shelter from overhanging trees so it was pleasant enough.
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The road turned sharp left and in the distance a large truck could be seen approaching. There is a distribution depot at the other end of Paradise Lane. I suppose it depends on where their destination is, but there seems to be regular traffic along this narrow lane. I pulled over to let him get past.

The lane turned sharp right and soon traffic passing the end of it at Over Road could be seen. A motor bike, a couple of cars, a group of cars in the other direction, then a long gap. The rain had eased off to an occasional drop by now.

I came to the junction ready to turn right. A long column of cars from the right, a couple from the left, then I was away.

The road was level for half a mile, then went left and downhill. I took my cap off and sat on it, then got going in high gear downhill. The traffic was distracting. With one eye on the mirror and the other on the road ahead, I pedalled until I spun out, then freewheeled. A couple of cars overtook, then I started pedalling as the road swung right, left, and undulated into Church Minshull. I’d hoped to get some pictures passing through but the traffic was oppressive.
Through a chicane without having to stop, right at a mini roundabout where a large truck was obligingly blocking traffic from the right as he couldn’t move until the traffic behind me had gone.

Through the village,
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through another chicane then up a long gradual uphill.

At the top I signalled to turn right but then a group of cars appeared so I continued forwards into an entrance to let following traffic pass, then turned right then left into Minshull Lane. The raindrops started falling on my head and I realised that I was still sitting on my cap. I stopped under a tree after a few hundred yards to put it on. I carried on. I was still getting just as wet but the psychological effect of not getting rain on my specs made me feel much better about it.

Soon I arrived at Wettenhall, turned left into Cholmondeston then right on to Calveley Green Lane. Since the rain wasn’t heavy and was intermittent I thought I’d add a few extra miles by going this way. I’d used this lane as part of a regular loop while expanding my mileage with the HPV Spirit early last year but hadn’t been this way since. I was reminded how this was a soul destroying climb that didn’t look like a climb. The effort was there but the progress was slow, and it was only by looking at the Garmin that I could tell that I was ascending foot by foot.

Traffic came the other way which I assumed was the school traffic run on the way home after picking up kids from Calveley Green primary school. Stereotypically giant SUVs seemingly needed to pick up the tiniest of kids.

After what seemed to be an awfully long drag I came to a junction with Calveley Hall Lane and turned right. There was a road closed sign but a car came the other way so I pressed on hopefully. Someone on a mega fat tyred ebike then came the other way so I felt a bit more optimistic. The route was flatter so my progress became easier. Another road closed sign facing the other way eased my pessimism. The rain had stopped, and I hoped that it would stay that way.

After another climb, I came to a T junction with Long Lane with a diversion sign to the left, so naturally I turned right. After a short uphill Long Lane stretched out mostly downhill in a straight line ahead of me. The occasional vehicle hurtled past me and I made easy progress. A Wettenhall sign appeared, then I turned left on to Eaton Lane.

This was a pleasant lane which wound about with a few gentle ups and downs. I didn’t come across another vehicle until just before I came to the T junction with Hickhurst Lane. There was a bare grey pole at the junction. I remembered it from my New Year’s day ride last year. Nobody had replaced the missing signs since I’d been here last. I’d had to use guesswork then, but at least I knew where I was today.

I turned right and was soon at the T junction on Hall Lane where I turned left for Darnhall. I was tempted to stop at the wayside bench at Darnhall village hall but went straight on as a couple of cars had just gone past and I hoped the Darnhall bridge lights would still be at green.

Sure enough, they were, so I charged downhill and up the other side without having to get into too low a gear before reaching the summit. Then a more leisurely ride until I reached my back gate.

Distance 20.70 miles. Max speed 33.16 mph. Average 8.1 mph. According to Garmin.
Ascent 384 ft. According to Bikehike.
 
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wafter

I like steel bikes and I cannot lie..
Location
Oxford
Last night was goth night, however after an exhausting and frustrating day at work I'd pretty much written it off.

That changed after a post-work thrash on the bike and a pleasant interaction with one of my new neighbours; and after much preparatory mincing and a load of caffeine I was out on the Routier to the other side of town.

I arrived late and the event ended early (not prematurely, just earlier than ideal due to the venue's licensing stipulations) but I had a fantastic, sober night with lots of lovely people.. chatted to a few ladies too which was a great boost and a welcome reminder that I'm not totally repulsive to everyone.

Back on the bike in the sublime, cool summer evening air I was in no rush to go home so I wafted around the city for a while; finally arriving back just before midnight having covered about 13 miles on this jaunt for a total of about 37 for the day with the commute.

While life remains all over the place, at this particular moment in time everything feel pretty bloody good :smile:
 
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N0bodyOfTheGoat

Senior Member
Location
Hampshire, UK
Coming to the end of my sunset ride, unexpectedly I had to do a u-turn to rescue a slow worm off a local rat-run road, first one I've seen in Hampshire in 30-odd years of being here. Vaguely recall as a kid finding one in Dolgellau at a campsite (Tan Y Fron) in the early 80s.
 
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Rickshaw Phil

Overconfidentii Vulgaris
Moderator
Yesterday: For once things have lined up quite nicely. I was free to get out for a ride when @gavgav asked and the weather was warm, sunny and not too windy. We met up in Meole Brace and set off for what he promised me would be a hilly one.

We initially headed through Meole for Annscroft on a road that wasn't too busy this time then turned for Plealey, being overtaken by a group of riders on the way. They were quicker than us but not by a lot so they stayed in sight until we turned off to start the climb up to Oaks. I was on the Raleigh for this trip and it's been a while since I've used it for the climb to Oaks so it was nice to get up the hill much easier than if I'd used the Hawk.

Gav's bike has a bit of chain rub in the lowest gear so we paused at the foot of the Broom Hill climb to see if I could do anything about it. It looks as though the adjuster on the front derailleur is already at its limit so I shall have to look at it properly another time. Once we'd crested this climb we turned for Habberley and I thought I'd sussed out what route Gav had in mind but was wrong as we headed for Minsterley via a climb that is longer than I remember from previous rides. The plan was to head for the Stiperstones - I have thought about heading up there a few times recently so was quite looking forward to it.

After a snack stop at Plox Green we started up the climb - this first bit is quite deceptive and it is easy to take it too quick initially. Gav got on well once he'd settled into a rhythm.
One bugbear was being overtaken twice when there was traffic coming the other way, which was forced to stop. The second time it was a Royal Mail van, which was surprising as I usually find their drivers to be better than that around cyclists.
The climb through Stiperstones village went well and we wound our way up to the top with the odd photo stop. The visitor centre at The Bog did appear to be open this time but we hadn't planned for a stop here this time.

Having passed the summit, the descent to Bridges was great but the relatively strong crosswind up here did make the handling a bit interesting on the way. There were also lots of sheep to watch out for, although they didn't get in the way too much. We resisted the temptation of the Horseshoe at The Bridges and carried on through Ratlinghope then the long, relatively gentle, climb to High Park. We did consider heading up to Shooting Box, however that would mean descending via the Burway or using the gravel trails to get to High Park instead, neither of which Gav fancied doing on his carbon bike.

The lane was nice and quiet up onto the top where we had another break for a bite to eat before descending through Woolstaston. Again, the crosswind made things interesting and there are a couple of hard to see bumps in the road that shake things up a bit. We were a bit more sheltered the further down the hill we got.
A couple climbing the hill parted for us as we approached. The chap looked as though he was struggling a bit - if he is finding it too much before reaching Woolstaston then he is not going to enjoy the climb after that.

Reaching Leebotwood we enjoyed a stop at The Pound where we both had pints of Ludlow Gold. With those gone we set off again before the legs got too stiff - initially into the wind but then having it behind us as we turned towards Longnor. Having joined the old Roman road we did meet a car on the first corner and the driver felt the need to hoot at us for no reason that we could fathom. I can only speculate that we startled them. A bit further along we found the two fords completely dried up which is unusual.

Heading to Frodesley we had a tractor overtake, then hold us up when it met other vehicles, including a coach, at points where it was difficult to pass. We got along better from Acton Burnell though and with a decent tailwind there were some nice fast bits, particularly the dip at Cantlop Bridge.
As usual I parted from Gav not long after Weeping Cross then had to head back into a headwind, although it wasn't as bad to ride into as I thought it might be.

42.6 miles at 12mph average. Strava says 3705 feet of climbing. Good training for the ride later in the year.

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Looking towards Eastridge Woods from the top of the Broom Hill climb.

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At the Stiperstones Inn.

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Looking back down the valley we'd just climbed.

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At The Bog.

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View to Corndon Hill.

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The view towards Pulverbatch having just crested the Stiperstones climb.

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The Horseshoe at The Bridges.

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Lunch stop just after the highest point of this trip.

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The view before we start descending again.

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Pints at The Pound.
 
A bit of a school boy error tonight. Four of us had a good ride tonight but one boy blew tonight and he seemed to be still struggling on the final hill so I gave him a big push just as I did so he mustered a sprint finish which put me off balance and down. Which has led to a lot of annoying scrapes. So new helmet, jersey (annoyingly they sold out of the same fluorescent top in small) and bibs on the way. I'll put up with the scrapes on the left hood, wheels and saddle for now 👎 Still more fun than the turbore though, especially when it was nearly 25deg C out there tonight 😂

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