I relubed the Boardman, then after leaving work early, took it on one of the many possible variations of the route I call the Twycrosser. Continued on to Sheepy Magna and Ratcliffe. Came back along Gibbet Lane.
My knees, the right one especially, haven’t completely recovered from doing 64 on Saturday, but I thought 25 or 30 wouldn’t hurt. And they didn’t. Much. I won’t be doing a long one for a while anyway.
Dark not long after 4pm, but I had a powerful torch affixed to my handlebars. So atmospheric in the open in the moonlight.
A few oncoming cars dazzled me with full beam. Once or twice I retaliated by swivelling the torch up a bit, and that did have the desired effect of getting them to dip their lights. I decided that I’d look on Amazon this evening for the most brutal, focused beam, retina-melting head torch I can find. I don’t care if it costs £200, I just want to be able to blind inconsiderate oncoming drivers with a casual, carefully aimed tilt of my head. Maybe a laser pointer strapped to a helmet is the answer.
Saw a young deer running along the side of the road, just in the trees next to the road while it was still light, a mile or so north of Twycross. I thought it was a dog at first but it was propelling itself forward with big springy leaps and bounds.
The roads were a bit wet. A bit misty later on. It was a bit cold. I did 26.34. So that’s December off to a decent start.
Only 173 to go for my 2019 target of 4100, but I want to do 300 this month.