My two hour morning training session somehow became four hours in the saddle with clear skies and glorious sunshine. Good job I'm "working from home" this week. I rode with Kieron, another British expat who I don't dare call a full-kit wanker because he can drop me whenever he likes. I'm using his Strava data here:
The ride was African Crowned Crane shaped. See:
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The neck & head of the crane was the best part of the ride, which we did twice, out & back. It's the "Seven Sisters" route, a nine mile string of seven hills set in lush farmland. The inclines are matched on the chart with seven chunks of effort on Kieron's power meter. Kinjah's time on Strava is 27:06. Ours was 31:46, including time for Keiron waiting for me at three or four hilltops. We'll ride these again because the route is like being spoon fed a series of three minute intervals. I'm feeling stronger on these short hills so the training must be paying off.
The ride also offered an Oh Shit moment when in the last 10 miles, involving two of Kenya's road hazards:
- 1) Multiple speed bumps
- 2) Newspaper sellers standing between lanes on busy roads
A car in front slowed almost to a stop to go over bumps. I could either stop dead or overtake, so I overtook. A newspaper chap was positioned immediately after a set of these humps, a good business ploy to catch drivers at their slowest. He wrong-footed me in the way peds do, and gently received my front wheel and left ergo. Still clipped-in, I did a side-shuffling dance to avoid tasting tarmac but it could genuinely believed I would topple over. He grinned at me as I accelerated away, probably imagining me stacking it in humorous ways.
My two hour morning training session somehow became four hours in the saddle with clear skies and glorious sunshine. Good job I'm "working from home" this week. I rode with Kieron, another British expat who I don't dare call a full-kit wanker because he can drop me whenever he likes. I'm using his Strava data here:
The ride was African Crowned Crane shaped. See:
.
The neck & head of the crane was the best part of the ride, which we did twice, out & back. It's the "Seven Sisters" route, a nine mile string of seven hills set in lush farmland. The inclines are matched on the chart with seven chunks of effort on Kieron's power meter. Kinjah's time on Strava is 27:06. Ours was 31:46, including time for Keiron waiting for me at three or four hilltops. We'll ride these again because the route is like being spoon fed a series of three minute intervals. I'm feeling stronger on these short hills so the training must be paying off.
The ride also offered an Oh Shit moment when in the last 10 miles, involving two of Kenya's road hazards:
- 1) Multiple speed bumps
- 2) Newspaper sellers standing between lanes on busy roads
A car in front slowed almost to a stop to go over bumps. I could either stop dead or overtake, so I overtook. A newspaper chap was positioned immediately after a set of these humps, a good business ploy to catch drivers at their slowest. He wrong-footed me in the way peds do, and gently received my front wheel and left ergo. Still clipped-in, I did a side-shuffling dance to avoid tasting tarmac but it could genuinely believed I would topple over. He grinned at me as I accelerated away, probably imagining me stacking it in humorous ways.