Some of my pics from the weekend. Not that they're much different TBH.
Cruising up from Geiranger, perfectly paced, and feeling good.
The steep clay road at the top was yet again, a killer, even the Bee felt it (Eagle road in the background). I blew my right leg out. The area around my hamstring cramped up intensly.
The veiw from our hut in the morning. The Bee ready for the days effort at least (gears actually indexed now, to allow used of the biggest cog)
Eagle road (Ørnevegen). Is a tough climb. It starts pretty steep, then settles at 8%, and offers no rest. Starting cold with tight legs, I really felt this one, and had to dig a bit deep. Cant fault the veiw though.
Trollstigen was incredible. I've been there quite a few times of course. But I cant actually remember being anything but freezing and wet. With next to zero view to, or from the top. Seeing this shear wall of dark grey stone, with a road cut into it, towering over you, was very intimidating. Especially when simply getting out of the car was torture on the legs. Span up to the base quickly to loosen the legs. Then glued myself to TW2s wheel. Dammit, and TW2 basically towed me up. But weirdly after all the weekends excersion. I started to feel stronger as it went on. Cheers guys.
Now London. Take Dammit, and TW2 back, before they kill me please ;)
PS. Chapeau to Mrs Smallfurry for looking after the kids all weekend, and making this possible!
Some of my pics from the weekend. Not that they're much different TBH.
Cruising up from Geiranger, perfectly paced, and feeling good.
The steep clay road at the top was yet again, a killer, even the Bee felt it (Eagle road in the background). I blew my right leg out. The area around my hamstring cramped up intensly.
The veiw from our hut in the morning. The Bee ready for the days effort at least (gears actually indexed now, to allow used of the biggest cog)
Eagle road (Ørnevegen). Is a tough climb. It starts pretty steep, then settles at 8%, and offers no rest. Starting cold with tight legs, I really felt this one, and had to dig a bit deep. Cant fault the veiw though.
Trollstigen was incredible. I've been there quite a few times of course. But I cant actually remember being anything but freezing and wet. With next to zero view to, or from the top. Seeing this shear wall of dark grey stone, with a road cut into it, towering over you, was very intimidating. Especially when simply getting out of the car was torture on the legs. Span up to the base quickly to loosen the legs. Then glued myself to TW2s wheel. Dammit, and TW2 basically towed me up. But weirdly after all the weekends excersion. I started to feel stronger as it went on. Cheers guys.
Now London. Take Dammit, and TW2 back, before they kill me please ;)
PS. Chapeau to Mrs Smallfurry for looking after the kids all weekend, and making this possible!