I had Abberton ambitions for the Thursday roll out. Work delayed my timings. I arsed around a little too much online. It soon became clear that a quick spin around the Estuary Wilds lanes would have to suffice.
Wearing the cycling shorts for the first time this season was a mistake. My legs may look the BOLLOCKS, but it was bloody breezy out there.
I think I’ve gone too early with transferring from the tourer to the road bike this season. I love the flexibility that the forks and frame offer, but I was blown around a little too much for my liking.
Brief bursts of the sun were savoured. You need to find the extra energy wherever you can. This was probably the same thinking from an optimistic bee, buzzing around my front wheel. He pushed his luck a little, attracted by my day-glow attire.
This ride felt very much like… twelve months ago. You don’t say. I had Lockdown 1 memories where everyday was a bicycle ride day. The lockdown walkers are still out, pounding the streets and providing a friendly wave or nod.
The hill start at Tenpenny Hill has disappeared. I noticed that the knackered gear shifter on the roadie is no longer knackered as I worked my way through the chainring climbing the hill. If it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it. Bicycle mechanics are not for me.
A pair of galloping horses gave me a run for my money in an adjacent field. I hit a stretch of the route strewn with road debris. I don’t like to mention the *shhh* puncture word, but I counted my blessings as I emerged safely on the other side.
I soon found my rhythm out along the lanes. A pair of colourful pheasants livened up the approach to [no idea where the chuff it is…] Some freshly carved trunks in the style of a pair of toadstools were a new addition as I sped past.
This was an uneventful ride.
I rather enjoyed it.