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Out: 20km/h headwind, choc gateaux, double Espresso.
In: 20km/h tailwind, Scotch egg, large Rum & ginger.
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20 Celcius and beautiful sunshine here (yeah, sorry!), so finally got out and did a little route I've been wanting to do for a long time. Couple of super-nice climbs and of course good company. Perfect day.
http://app.strava.com/activities/45612495
The Poseur Collection, by Rapha.
Coffee up in the mountains. This place is hilariously popular with cyclists. -
-2 here. And snowing. And windy. I coped ok for 25 miles and was almost getting warm but when the 98th car soaked me with shitty puddle water I decided to halt the misery and come home. I reckon there's a good kilo of sludge stuck to my stays.
:(
Come on spring this isn't funny any more.
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Looked at the weather forecast and took my running kit down to my parents, where of course it turned out to be cold but dry:
http://app.strava.com/activities/45640947
The map^ makes it look like I have a certain amount of inner ear trouble, I was in reality running around St Catherine Hill, an iron age hill-fort on the outskirts of Winchester.
Really nice day to be out running, and I'm now about to eat lunch in the warm- scorchio.
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I may never feel my feet again. Pootled around the East London / Essex suburbs for an hour and a half on my SSCX. Out to Wanstead Flats, up to Barkingside and back in via Woodford. Not the energy sapping, beautiful abstraction of a country 5 hr romp but it turned my frown upside down.
If you're popping out this afternoon tough do wear glasses. That sleet is painful.
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^this.
And lower your tyre pressure. The number of roadies tiptoeing around the Kent roads this morning was comical. The "One foot unclipped" descending look isn't very Rapha/Euro, fellas.
Took the cross bike out early doors. Legs were very heavy after opting for the gym, intervals, and swimming yesterday, but it was gloriously peaceful out there. This time last year I was bagging hills down in Devon and, while it wasn't all sunshine and blue skies, there certainly wasn't a couple of inches of snow.
A week before we move to BST and I'm getting frozen gear cables?
http://app.strava.com/activities/45654441/embed/38ae52a2b15c62ad4e4ddf7a88a02978d55715f1
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That wind is nuts. I was actually blown off a path in RP onto the grass. Glad I didn't hit a deer.
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Hackney - Richmond Park x3 - Hackney
Went clockwise for the first lap, that was a mistake. Just got the feeling back in my toes. According to Strava I did a cat 3 climb in 3 seconds at an average of 630kph. Rad.
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Train to Domodossola, then cycled over the Centovalli to Locarno, round the top of Lake Maggiore to Vira, and then up the beginning of the Alpe di Negia to Folsano and an overnight stop at the Hotel Fosanella.
The plan today was to ride down to Laveno, get the ferry across to Verbania, and then cycle back to Domo, but in the end we baled at Verbania due to the weather and went to Stresa, and got the train back from there. Now looking forward to my fourth train of the day, followed by a flight and a one hour car journey to round off the day. I expect my feet will dry out at some point tomorrow.
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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.
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I picked a good weekend to head north and get fuckin' drunk at a wedding. #winningatweather
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I took a ride yesterday with a new group of Kenyan cyclists, with no idea what to expect. Three guys turned up, all looking fairly fast. One had a SS and another a Cervelo S5. They said "We're going to Kajiado." I had no idea where that was and said "Ok great".
They were really nice guys, keen to get to know me and helping me to fit into their paceline. I thought we'd soon diverge onto smaller roads, but no, we just stuck on the highway. The pace was just obscene and we averaged around 40kph. This was fine for a bit, then it wasn't fine, then at Kitengela (35km) we hit a hill, creating a gap. Despite the best push I could muster, and an attempt at drafting a slippery 35kph tuk tuk, they'd properly dropped me by Kaputiei (40km) and I was feeling weak and had strange shivers. So I stopped chilled under a bush (it was midday and 25°C), ate biscuits and drank water.
So there I was, 40km from Nairobi, sat alone by the highway and feeling a little dizzy. I bought some water from a kiosk shaped like a giant Coca Cola bottle, but had no more small change for food. Argh! How can the economy possibly grow if no shops have change for a Ksh 1000 (£7) note?
I got home by drafting slow and steady Chinese trucks travelling at 25-45kph. I found a particularly good one, sat about 3m back and just pedalled at a nice cadence in the 50-14 gear, 43kph. It's quite safe because nobody is going to zoom into the back of a big, obvious truck.
When almost home with aching neck, shoulders and knees, I groped my saddle rails to find that the saddle had slid all the way backwards. Tits. I need a new seatpost.
Turns out the other guys did 176km to Kajiado and back in 4.5 hours making an average speed of 39 kph including a stop! I'll reach this form in a few months, hopefully….
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That look amazing.
Should've gotten my lard arse out, but once you get used to mudguard...
(are those the extremely aerodynamic UCI-banned winter hand mitt on the bar?)