i have finally coaxed my blackberry into surrendering the photos, so attaching a few (the least crappy ones).
the heat and open spaces during the first part of the ride made it more trialling; the part between the hil^H^H^H peak of doom and the open vistas (where it was claimed we could see dungeness) was definitely the most beautiful of all the rides i've done this summer. i think the temperature hit 29C at some point, but it still fell like autumn - the sun at an angle, the tunnels through the trees, the leaves on the road (my apologies for the exalted gushing, it must have mortified some).
it was psychologically hard though to face all those small steep hills after the climb to the vista-observing spot. i really thought the hardest part was over, but it was just starting - the sharp murderous hills that finally convinced me that i needed proper clipless pedals and shoes.
i am really glad we pushed towards st. margarets from dover though - powered by chocolate milk, we got to see the sunset over the sea; the ride back through the darkness was a great way to end the day (my traumatized mind has blocked the memory of the final climb though).
of course now i am deeply suspicious of "rolling hills" euphemism - although i was not in particular pain on sunday, it took me until tuesday to recover from general fatigue.
the ride was all the more special, since it was the last for me before i head back to NYC. i promise to wear my lfgss cap proudly in manhattan and tirelessly explain what the abbreviation stands for.
i have finally coaxed my blackberry into surrendering the photos, so attaching a few (the least crappy ones).
the heat and open spaces during the first part of the ride made it more trialling; the part between the hil^H^H^H peak of doom and the open vistas (where it was claimed we could see dungeness) was definitely the most beautiful of all the rides i've done this summer. i think the temperature hit 29C at some point, but it still fell like autumn - the sun at an angle, the tunnels through the trees, the leaves on the road (my apologies for the exalted gushing, it must have mortified some).
it was psychologically hard though to face all those small steep hills after the climb to the vista-observing spot. i really thought the hardest part was over, but it was just starting - the sharp murderous hills that finally convinced me that i needed proper clipless pedals and shoes.
i am really glad we pushed towards st. margarets from dover though - powered by chocolate milk, we got to see the sunset over the sea; the ride back through the darkness was a great way to end the day (my traumatized mind has blocked the memory of the final climb though).
of course now i am deeply suspicious of "rolling hills" euphemism - although i was not in particular pain on sunday, it took me until tuesday to recover from general fatigue.
the ride was all the more special, since it was the last for me before i head back to NYC. i promise to wear my lfgss cap proudly in manhattan and tirelessly explain what the abbreviation stands for.
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