Did my first centuary of the year on friday on a 125 mile ride to cambridge and back. Cycled there with landlord who had not cycled for over 6 months so we were a bit slow there, resulting in the last leg of my solo return being done in darkness.
Route out involved a comedy section of muddy bridleway resembling the Somme, sliding around on slick 23's that quickly became mud clogged 32's and would have gotten bigger but lack of mud clearance meant I slowly ground to a halt and had to de-gloop. I was constantly muttering apologies to bike throughout its brief offroad stint, imagining my Italian stallion, that normally raises a Roger Moore eyebrow at the thought of going out in a shower, giving me the full bore hysterical shouty Italian arm waving treatment, and cursing me to an eternity in hell.
Managed to dodge the only showers of the day thanks to a well positioned ye olde pub, and so managed to claw back a tiny shred of respect from my bike. Saw some sort of super fluffy looking llamas or alpaca type things in a field, they had a look on their faces as if they'd just teleported from far far away, not sure where but somewhere better. Also saw plenty of pheasants and plague proportions of rabbits around Cambridge.
Dropped knackered landlord off at the Hilton where he was met by his other half, I grabbed quick coffee and sarnie from nearby Nero, had brief chat with bloke working there who told of his cycle ride to Croatia, sounded great, then turned round and came back. Had 1 puncture just before complete darkness set in and blasted down the last section on the A10 that was not very nice but was eerily quiet, thankfully. Great day and looking forward to more long rides over the summer.
Did my first centuary of the year on friday on a 125 mile ride to cambridge and back. Cycled there with landlord who had not cycled for over 6 months so we were a bit slow there, resulting in the last leg of my solo return being done in darkness.
Route out involved a comedy section of muddy bridleway resembling the Somme, sliding around on slick 23's that quickly became mud clogged 32's and would have gotten bigger but lack of mud clearance meant I slowly ground to a halt and had to de-gloop. I was constantly muttering apologies to bike throughout its brief offroad stint, imagining my Italian stallion, that normally raises a Roger Moore eyebrow at the thought of going out in a shower, giving me the full bore hysterical shouty Italian arm waving treatment, and cursing me to an eternity in hell.
Managed to dodge the only showers of the day thanks to a well positioned ye olde pub, and so managed to claw back a tiny shred of respect from my bike. Saw some sort of super fluffy looking llamas or alpaca type things in a field, they had a look on their faces as if they'd just teleported from far far away, not sure where but somewhere better. Also saw plenty of pheasants and plague proportions of rabbits around Cambridge.
Dropped knackered landlord off at the Hilton where he was met by his other half, I grabbed quick coffee and sarnie from nearby Nero, had brief chat with bloke working there who told of his cycle ride to Croatia, sounded great, then turned round and came back. Had 1 puncture just before complete darkness set in and blasted down the last section on the A10 that was not very nice but was eerily quiet, thankfully. Great day and looking forward to more long rides over the summer.