Losing your mojo

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Two things that help me regain my mojo are riding in a group if I have been doing a lot solo, or the inverse, and finding new roads to ride.

Mojo killers are injuries, crashes, heavy commuting miles and Lea Bridge road more than once a week.

Htfu?

hippy those photos look like you were attempting to ride whilst on fire, there are simpler methods to keep warm on winter rides you know...

Strangely enough I've only ever been on fire in the much hotter "Australialand". You might have just discovered the reason this place feels so cold to me!

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No, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it far from my house with no front wheel.

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You haz chocolate sprinkles?

These guys do - on Charing Cross road and probably the best selection of Indonesian foods in London.

You sure?

Touche! :)

Two things that help me regain my mojo are riding in a group if I have been doing a lot solo, or the inverse, and finding new roads to ride.

Mojo killers are injuries, crashes, heavy commuting miles and Lea Bridge road more than once a week.

all of this (except Lea bridge which I've not had the pleasure of riding).

I also find that riding too hard on my commute completely kills my mojo, and ability to put in proper training hours.

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Had a feeling this might be a bit more universal. Glad to hear it is though. Sometimes the whole cycling world (and I'm a fringe dweller not a pro or anything) seems so momentum driven, so definite. People like 6pt and TricityB ride me off the road with their eyes closed. Amazing to think they are off line too.

One of my road buddies went as far as sitting on his bike on Sunday, hitting go on his Strava, getting back off the bike and sacking it off. It happens for sure.

I stopped using strava, garmin and HR monitor, and I felt liberated.

well, never been one for consistent biking mojo, but I'm losing my forum mojo for sure. my patch of regularly checked threads is shrinking to pretty much Cats and Non-digital...
buying some nice-but-pricey pedals from Dom has helped though, platform/atacs, I'm enjoying pootling around in inappropriate footwear at the moment.

Two things that help me regain my mojo are riding in a group if I have been doing a lot solo, or the inverse, and finding new roads to ride.

Mojo killers are injuries, crashes, heavy commuting miles and Lea Bridge road more than once a week.

Lea Bridge abroad twice a day, a loathe some strip of Tarmac. It's tough to avoid for me, but hey ho.

Also, I'm with you on the liberation from Strava and other tracking devices, it feels much more free - plus working out mileage after a ride is just more fun.... I think?

For some reason certain snapshots of my life would seem to translate directly into a childrens story.

For example, my commute in the summer goes along Burbage road and on through Dulwich Park.

Now that the seasons have turned I go left off Burbage road as the park is shut- along what turns out to be Turney Road.

ANYWAY, I've been slowly setting PR after PR along Court Lane on my way home, which small bit of demonstrable progression is doing a good job of motivating me to push that bit harder each time.

I'm also very much looking forward to picking up the Serotta and riding it this weekend.

Man In Search Of Mojo, 2013.

do you know if he found it ?

Riding on the roads at the moment is not good. I have retreated to the Cycleops Fluid 2 vomit comet for "fun" outside commuting.

Running is the way forward- very few articulated lorries on the pavement.

a nice single speed mtb with rigid forks, some nice fat tyres, disc's and flat pedals is a good way to ride the winter filth
forgiving gripwise
makes you put a bit more effort in thus warmer ?
brakes always at 100%

Another CSB- sorry:

On my way in this morning I was waiting at a red light, it turned green and I went to move off and my rear wheel just span- I had stopped on a patch of diesel.

It was cartoon-like, I was stationary, pedalling, rear wheel rotating fairly freely- then it caught some grip and off I went.

Stupid things like that bring a lot of the cheer back into cycling.

Well, I was teaching a ten year old lad to cycle today. Sort of, he could go in a fairly straight line if you gave him a good push. Anyway, after an hour he was whizzing round the playground and when he stopped he said "I'm definitely getting a bike for Christmaa now!". Didn't do much for my own cycling mojo, which left the house saying it was just popping to the shops some time ago and never returned, but it cheered me up.
a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can’t come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.
as Philip Larkin said.