Sunday, 4 October 2015
Sunday, 20 September 2015
fuel the ride kids!
Today I rode to Warwick via the canal system and visited where this blog you are reading began in 2010. This very field is where i took my first photo, i was 5 years younger and 3 st heavier.The idea was to motivate myself to exercise and get back into a reasonable fitness after illness. So far i think it's working, I may have bored the pants of those who have dipped in and read the rubbish I write but I hope in some small way I've inspired someone else just to turn a pedal and see some of the things I do whilst riding.
There aren't many routes in Warwick but this is one of my favourites, for the significance mentioned above and for the views and feeling of remoteness you get even though "civilisation" is very near by. You also get to see Kenilworth castle!
I also always go and window shop in Mike Vaughan cycles and today the fat bike became centre of attention there, I was invited in and a small crowd gathered around it, comparing it to the Specialized Fatboy they had in the showroom. They were impressed with the weight and the amount of mud on it "nice to see one being well used" was one comment!
As an end of ride treat I pedalled further on to Leamington Spa to meet @charlotteTCR for the most humongous piece of cake! Some things change but i hope riding (and cake!) isn't one (two?) of them
Dan stepped up to the mark armed with either the smallest pair of secateurs in the country or massive hands! and like a luggage bearer with a machete cut his way through the jungle and made the everyone elses ride a much more pleasant experience. Maybe we should call him Monty (Don) from now on?
Saturday, 12 September 2015
Things were all arranged to meet Dan for an after work ride and a beer. I got home in plenty of time before the meet and thought I'd get the bike out ready....hmm, can't find the keys, oh well, time to check all the pockets of clothes i was wearing when i put the bike away.....no luck, ok, maybe they'd fallen into the shoe rack under the place where we keep the keys. no, not there either, bugger! It didn't matter how many times i looked in exactly the same places i'd looked before "rolls eyes" the keys still weren't there. So last resort I txt @charlottetcr to see if she knew where they were...hoping she'd taken the keys to work by mistake and... phew she had! panic over, googling lock smiths could stop but unfortunately so could my MTB ride with Dan, i had toi resort to riding the road bike which just happened to be in the house. So to make the most of it i decided to do the Feckenham ride and go hard on all the uphill bits. This paid off according to Strava with 8 Personal records! my legs were painful by the end but nearing home I got a txt inviting me for a Belgian beer or two at the local cafe, rude not to i thought. the ride home was much less painfull after that!
ride 1189 miles