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Jadias, your front wheel is STILL on backwards...
Still not flipped it either. Will do tonight when I clean the bike (it needs it!). Only affects it aesthetically though, if you're picky...
115km and 1400m of climbing in freezing rain today. Half an hour later and I'm still waiting for the feeling in my toes to come back. Total sufferfest.
105km to go tomorrow.
First photo is taken on a bridge on a road called, I shit you not, the Rainbow Road. In the fast lane of the bridge they've put speed lines spaced such that it plays the fucking song from the Mario Kart level as you drive over it.
Mario Kart 64: Rainbow Road - YouTube
It didn't really come out on video but we stopped and you can hear it. Apparently it's awesome from in the car. Japan, you crazy.
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Went for a lovely little 50k-ish spin round Yorkshire with LadyLiz and General Lucifer yesterday.
Weather was grey but dryish, roads were quiet, lovely scenery, Red Kites, flooding, fantastic local architecture to gawp at with a couple of cheeky pints for good measure.
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Winning At Failing.
Win - Had to drive last night so woke up less hung over than most.
Win - Decided to go for the first ride of the year from HQ at my parent's place in Suffolk near Diss.
Win - Had a bit of a lie in first.
Win - Had brought my Tricross SS with me "just in case".
Win - Decided to flip my hub so that I could give a good go at a fixed ride away from the mirthful gaze of London's famous London.
Fail - Got about a mile, did a skid, lockring slipped and I was pedaling nowhere fast.
Win - Had brought my spanner with me.
Fail - had to do the rest of my ride single speed.
Fail - Headed into the wind and realised I'm a gear reliant wuss.
Win - Ignored my strife and plodded out a very modest 12mph pushing on into the wind, knowing that I'd be blown home.
Win - Saw a beautiful Doe who charged along next to me for a while in a field before leaping majestically across the road in front of me.
Fail - Reached for my bidon after about 4 miles and I'd left it on the coffee table at my folk's place. More HTFUpping led to that brilliant conversation we have with ourselves on mornings like this where we say "do I turn back yet, knowing I'll be frazzled sooner than later?" and then ignoring the doubt and riding on.
Win - Most of the ride was through countryside like this:
Fail - About 13 miles in I got close enough to Bury St Edmunds and its sugar factory that the air was filled with sickly stink - which mung!
Win - Found a garage and bought some water. Turned back for home with the wind at my back and started to drag my average speed up by spinning along at a healthy pace. Passed a chap on a lovely King of Mercia. He looked happy. It was such a beautiful bright morning.
Win - Back to HQ and my niece and wife had built a healthy imaginary farm in the front room. I had an astonishingly cold tummy - which was weird - I've never noticed that after a ride before.
Fail - immediate chill blains.
Win - Adnams and Roast beef!
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http://ridewithgps.com/trips/1077093/full.png
/full.pngso there we go . 75 miles , albeit mostly flat . on the pomp, . im happy
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Serious? I guess I'll remove that post then...
yeah please... Thanks
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It's not public - it's just picking up the cookies on your machine.
Oh, ok. I will attempt to post the next ride correctly.
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First ride of the new year. I've been lazy after F500.
http://app.strava.com/activities/36161219
Mirror, mirror, on the internet: who's the sexiest of them all?
Having an awesome bunch of cycling partners, and a girl who cycles, makes everything much more fun. Also we accidentally rode through the middle of a local fire truck festival, which was surreal.
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What a lovely day for it. 63 Misty, mizzly miles through a landscape resembling a Chinese ink painting. Was billy no mates and wasn't really in the mood when i left Hackney for Essex but soon slotted into a decent post Christmas rhythm. Loaaaaads of riders out there today. Lots of shiny new xmas hardware on display, but the nicest piece of kit I saw was the lovely purple Nago Decor at the green tea hut in Epping Forest.
I would say cheers to the chap whose wheel I followed down the Lea Bridge Road on the way back into town, but he was on a recumbent so was absolutely no aero use to me whatsoever.
Todays random ear worm was Lumps by the Presidents Of The United States of America. Perhaps a more appropriate tune would have been this:
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Took the fixed out for 43 undulating miles, and gingerly took in some muddy/gravelly stuff on the 23 slicks while I was out there; plus rode through a small herd of cattle in the road. My fucked knee held up this time after about 20 days rest and rehab (it was the victim of a 'seatclamp incident' in early/mid-December).
Lots of wiping the early fog and later mist from my glasses, and lots of people (in various modes) enjoying the moody scenery. A day for Janacek.
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Dragged myself out of bed (missing muff-delivery to do so) to go out with Brixton Cycles CC this morning.
As I lay in bed post-alarm I admit I was thinking "fuck it, I'll just go and do some solo miles", but I'm really glad I went out on the club-run.
We went a route that was new to me, that was really interesting and good fun, climbed box hill (first time for me), and then had a "spirited" run back into London.
I had a cracking time, it's made me review my rather misanthropic tendency to go out solo all the time.
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I awoke to a grey welcome. No suggestion of sunlight broke the curtain's facade, a shame since yesterday was so perfect for riding but I spent it buying some £5 plimsolls in the Top Man sale. Retail therapy is no such thing.
My disappointment in the weather captured my attention so much I sank wearily into the bath still fully clothed, but given I wasn't enjoying a romantic start to the day as a lover gently washed my back while avoiding my mammoth wart I had no choice but to keep my feelings to myself, as rubber-duckie has made it plain he's not bothered. One day I'll drown that selfish bastard, or strangle him with the plug's chain.
A breakfast of a toasted muffin covered in crunchy peanut butter, served with orange juice, black tea and another smear of ever increasingly strong prescription-only anti-bacterial cream into the palms of my hands almost stripped bare from a stress-induced fungal skin infection found me all set to go, so not to disappoint myself I did just that.
I've been trying to figure out what kind of rider I am. Repeated failure to pace myself over a 10 mile course suggests I'm not cut out for the mental aspect of pacing a time-trial. A post in which Fox reckoned on being good for 40 miles without pause pricked up my ears though. I know he likes his audax rides, so naturally I compared my attitude to his capacity for long-distances. Generally I like to stop relatively often, if only to smoke, eat and ponder.
So I began to wonder whether I could do without them. The short answer is yes. Now I continue with ease beyond the point I'd normally be furiously smoking on a well chosen bench somewhere. Today I was out for 35 unbroken miles, but I don't think this means I share the discipline of someone who gobbles up 100+ miles often, although my fitness is better than I've ever given it credit for, and progress is always worthy of the name. What it does is I have become less lazy as my stamina has increased, and I'll settle for that. Maybe I could even outfox Fox, although that would demand more than the 1 Dime bar I gradually ate earlier.
Only when I returned did I realise I'd been wearing my Aldi cycling socks inside out.
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