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I had the weekend free. So I figured I do an epic ride. I had a 220km route planned out. I packed kit to get me around this, and prepped the bike.
A mate stayed over on the Friday, and fancied a Nice long ride. But I couldnt quite convince him that 9 - 10 hours in the saddle, was how he should spend his Saturday. So we cut the route in 2 and did a Nice Coastal pootle. Lovely ride. But at 5C, and drizzly, I couldnt help but long for a bit of sun.
https://www.strava.com/activities/287893632
Sunday was meant to be hill repeat day With the same mate. But I still had this nagging urge to ride long. Plus the weather was glorious when I woke up. I headed out to town and rode up the mountain there, before Meeting my mate. Who was packing his bike in his car? WTF? Why drive to the Ferry port when we have sexy bikes, and lushous weather? Confusing. Still, getting over the fjord quicker would mean more time in the proper Mountains. So meh.
Strandafjell was amazing. My mate shot off at some horrific Level of supra-threshold wattage. I let him go and decided sweetspot would be enough for me today. But half way up I was catching another cyclist. I fought to Catch him, and just as I did. 1/3 of the way up. With a heart rate at my theoretical max. Dripping sweat and snot. He pulled off into a little carpark to his car. Fecking cheat. Still, riding across the top past all the skiiers in their thermal onesies, in only shorts and a t-shirt, covered in sweat, was kinda cool.
We rode Down the other side. Where I ate the most distrubing tasting sandwich. Described as 'pulled chicken'. Possibly not the type of 'pulled' I had hoped for. Then it was time to ride back over and back to the Ferry port. Where we were meant to be checking out the brutal finishing Climb, at the end of NeXT weeks race. But I couldnt find it. But I probably wont find it during the race either, knowing me. So no loss.
Back at the car, I refused to get in, and headed off for more Coastal road cruising. Bonking horribly. Eating my 3 emergency gels. Drinking 800ml of water. Then recovering for the ride home. One of those priceless days on the bike.
https://www.strava.com/activities/288633626
All in all. 280km and 3300m for the weekend. (Notbad-meme)