Finally managed to drag myself off my lazy arse and get out.
Decided to head Epping way on my track bike, but following my nose from Alexandra Palace didn't turn out that great, as I ended up on the delightful A10 for a brief period, which culminated in death threats and being called a 'fucking faggot' for having the temerity to pull in front of a car which was about 100 metres behind, with the traffic lights on red, to make a right turn. In the future, when someone starts beeping at me, I will turn round before I stick up two fingers, as I was saved from something potentially quite nasty by a traffic island and a green light for me.
When I finally got to Mott Street, I was forced over to the side of the road by a car taking a corner fast and wide, resulting in a pinch flat from a huge pothole hidden by a puddle. Cue 35 minutes struggling to put on a tyre with numb fingers, and then snapping off the pin when I took off my shitty pump. Luckily it held up.
Could it get any worse?
No, as it turned out. From that point on, it was thoroughly enjoyable, and riding through the quiet roads of Epping through snow-covered trees was absolutely brilliant.
Edit - http://app.strava.com/activities/45686847. Also, despite the puncture I was not the slowest up Mott Street - 356th out of 358 at 2.5mph, definitely something to build on.
Finally managed to drag myself off my lazy arse and get out.
Decided to head Epping way on my track bike, but following my nose from Alexandra Palace didn't turn out that great, as I ended up on the delightful A10 for a brief period, which culminated in death threats and being called a 'fucking faggot' for having the temerity to pull in front of a car which was about 100 metres behind, with the traffic lights on red, to make a right turn. In the future, when someone starts beeping at me, I will turn round before I stick up two fingers, as I was saved from something potentially quite nasty by a traffic island and a green light for me.
When I finally got to Mott Street, I was forced over to the side of the road by a car taking a corner fast and wide, resulting in a pinch flat from a huge pothole hidden by a puddle. Cue 35 minutes struggling to put on a tyre with numb fingers, and then snapping off the pin when I took off my shitty pump. Luckily it held up.
Could it get any worse?
No, as it turned out. From that point on, it was thoroughly enjoyable, and riding through the quiet roads of Epping through snow-covered trees was absolutely brilliant.
Edit - http://app.strava.com/activities/45686847. Also, despite the puncture I was not the slowest up Mott Street - 356th out of 358 at 2.5mph, definitely something to build on.