I’d intended to break my four day cycling drought with a Twycross, but
shortly after setting off, changed my mind and steered the X up through
Coleorton and Melbourne.
I’d really wanted to do a trip out east but conditions were breezy, and I’d have had an irritating headwind to cope with on the return leg. So I pretty much did the same as last time, up over Swarkestone Bridge then left along past Stenson, through Willington and along to Hilton. The headwind going west wasn’t actually nearly as bad as I expected.
I stopped on the bridge to take a
pic. Possibly a bit of an error as I had a long wait for an acceptable
gap in the flowing river of motor traffic, so I could continue my
journey northward.
Went
a bit further west this time and turned back on the outskirts of
Hilton. I was quite amused to pass a Chinese restaurant called the
Mandarin Hilton.
Decided to come back a slightly different way
after coming back over the bridge, to avoid the brutal southward climb
south of Melbourne, and to hang on to the tailwind for a bit. Instead I
headed eastward to Donington, turning south after Isley Walton to join
what used to be the route home from the office.
Nice weather, mostly warm and sunny. I didn’t mind the breeze.
I’ve
been so impressed by the new mirror on the Boardman that I bought one
for the X as well. About 8g heavier than the combined weight of the
mirror and bar end plug that it replaced, but – it’s not a lot, is it? I
found that I readjusted the old one quite frequently, this one I can
just leave alone once it’s set up right. Most people wouldn’t have that
problem, though. I’m a bit susceptible to OCD.
Another pleasant evening, another ride out on a bike. The
nights are getting dark earlier, so best to make the most of them.
Cloudy
when I set off with a few dark clouds lurking, but I’d been promised
dry weather so I took the Planet X. In fact I did get spotted with rain a
few minutes after I set off, but only for about three minutes. After
that the weather picked up quite nicely and the sun came out later on.
Quite blowy though, with a strong wind from the west. I had decided to go westwards, so as to come home with a tailwind. I don’t like a headwind on the homeward part of a journey. I briefly considered going over toward Walton on Trent as I did on Monday, but decided I couldn’t be bothered with the faff of sorting out the route on the eTrex. A simpler route was needed. So I decided to head up over Swarkestone Bridge, then left past Stenson for a few miles, then back the same way.
Swarkestone Bridge is a long, meandering causeway
built in the 13th century and with little room for passing. Things there
can go one of two ways, as a cyclist, when it’s busy: either you’re
holding the motor vehicle traffic up, which is a bit awkward, or it’s
holding you up. On the northward crossing, it was a bit of both this
time. Turned left at the top and straight into the headwind. But while
it slowed me down, it mostly wasn’t overly annoying except for a brief
period when it picked up a bit and I had to drop a gear. It was actually
making the bike feel a bit unstable for half a minute or so.
Anyway
no stop at the Bubble Inn for me this evening, I went straight past
Stenson and quite a bit further westward than I’d been along that road.
Some readers may remember that I cycled down to Stoney Stanton a couple
of months ago, a village featured in a piece by the documentary maker
Ian Nairn in the early ’70s. Well – on the same trip, and the same
programme, he paid a visit to Willington Power Station, which I passed a
few miles after Stenson. I stopped and took a pic through some
railings. It looks pretty ugly to me, but Nairn quite liked it for some
reason.
Willington
itself is a nice small town from what I saw, not very rural but
pleasant. A bit like a more palatable version of Long Eaton. I’d never
been through there before. It’s about 8 miles from Derby. The traffic at
the double roundabout there held me up briefly, but I hoped it would be
quieter on the way back. And it was, I sailed through without stopping.
Stopped
just short of Hilton having done nearly 19 miles and decided that was
enough. Didn’t want to stay out too late. I came back the same way and
bloody hell, the direction of travel relative to that westerly wind made
a big difference. I must have covered the same distance in half the
time with it pushing me forward instead of backward.
By the time I
got to Melbourne I’d briefly considered coming back via Donington which
would have added a couple of miles. I thought it would be quite nice to
have done three consecutive 40+ milers, something I doubt I’ve ever
done before. But I didn’t, I came back exactly the same way and I ended
up on 37.74 miles.
Nice
run out really despite busier roads than I would normally do. I’ll do
that one again on a pleasant, quiet Sunday afternoon some time.
That was the second run out for my new cycling shoes and they seem to be bedding in nicely.
On
my last ride I noticed a buzzing in my left ear, and fortunately this
turned out to be the left earphone rather than the ear itself. So I
binned my trusty Sennheisers and have replaced them with a mystery brand
from Amazon. They have a nice low profile, ie less of the earphone
sticks out of your ear, for reduced wind noise. And they sound pretty
good.
Once again the weather forecasters changed their minds, invoking a
threat of rain at around 7pm in place of their earlier offer of a dry
evening. So I took the Boardman instead of the Planet X after leaving
work early.
I wanted to do 35-40 and something a bit different. I
was in the mood for a run out to Parts West of Ashby, perhaps Kings
Bromley and back. But I didn’t want to do the usual route through
Clifton Campville, because the roads are too uneven over there. So
during the day, I plotted a route that would take me through Measham and
Coton in the Elms. It looked fairly straightforward on the route
planner so I didn’t bother importing it into a GPX app or my eTrex.
So off I went. Lovely evening; sunny and warm. A bit of a breeze.
As
I made my way west of Measham, I found myself thinking: why don’t I
come this way more often? It’s pleasant enough, the roads are well
surfaced and it’s not too hilly. Yet for some reason I feel out of my
territory over that way; out of my comfort zone. That though is part of
the fun, sometimes. Although I like the familiarity of a Twycross or a
run up to Melbourne or over to Castle Donington, it’s nice to have an
adventure.
Unfortunately I had to stop and check Google Maps a few times on the way out westwards, and I didn’t actually take the route I intended. I’d planned to go to King’s Bromley but found myself way off course for that. I saw a sign for Walton on Trent, a pleasant village on the river that I’d been through once or twice before, so I followed it. A couple of miles west of Walton I found myself at Barton-under Needwood – a place I recognised from a ride out to Stafford a year or three ago. I had planned to make do with a gel and an oat bar but I felt quite peckish, so I went into the Co-op there and bought a sandwich and a packet of Squares. I’d done 18 miles at this point and decided to turn back. I’d wasted a fair bit of time in map-reading.
I
stuffed the sandwich and Squares up my jersey. There wasn’t a bench
nearby, but I stopped at a signpost on the way out. Its brick base made a
perfect seat.
The route back seemed to be simpler for some
reason, but I didn’t quite come back the same way. Still very enjoyable
though, and nice to be pedalling along roads I either vaguely remembered
from years back or didn’t recognise at all.
Arrived back at Swepstone, just 3.5 miles from home and thought I ought to extend the ride a bit. I’d already had an idea to tack on the rest of a Twycross from Snarestone, but the lure of a Tesco ready meal and a glass of red proved too much. But at Swepstone I felt a tinge of guilt at doing this. After all there won’t be that many more opportunities to do 40 miles after work this year; not in daylight anyway. So – I decided to tack on the rest of my old lunch break route from Swepstone, calculating that it would give me another 7 miles or so. As indeed it did. I arrived home on 40.92 miles.
The rain didn’t happen, fortunately. Needn’t have taken the Boardman, although I am quite enjoying it at the moment.
Coming
through Packington just four miles or so from home I saw a bird of prey
standing over a blackbird it had (presumably) just killed, in a front
garden. A sparrowhawk, I think. Its chest feathers were puffed out and
it looked quite aggressive, as if defending its prey. I could hear birds
in the tree behind it going mental. I stopped the bike hoping to take a
pic, but as I sneaked closer it flew off, with the bird in its talons.
I’ll do that ride or a close variation of it again, but I’ll take the eTrex next time for ease of navigation.
88 miles done this month, that’s a decent start to August.
Beautiful day today, and although the Meteorological Office had forecast
rain for the early evening, they had withdrawn their threat by this
morning. So I consumed a leisurely breakfast, donned my cycling clothing
and went to withdraw the Cannondale from the garage.
When I got
there though I felt a certain guilt that I’m not using the Spesh as
often as I should, so I decided to take that one instead. As it happens,
at that point I’d actually done less miles this year on the Cannondale
than the Spesh. I’ve just checked the stats. But I took the Spesh
anyway.
The plan was to head out East toward Grimstone, a sort of variation on the old Belvoir Castle / Melton route, but not as far. I hoped to do about 45. I intended to use the new variation of the route that bypasses Rempstone and Wymeswold to the south. And that’s what I did.
This new variation is much more enjoyable and interesting.
I’ve done the old Rempstone – Wymeswold version many times heading over
to Lincolnshire, or to Melton but I don’t see myself using it again. I
haven’t quite got the hang of it yet though and I took a wrong turn just
after Stanford. I was pretty sure I was on the wrong road about half a
mile later, and shortly afterwards found myself about to enter
Loughborough, which confirmed it. Still – no matter, after I’d
backtracked to the correct route I’d only added 1.5 flat miles. Passed a
hospitable-looking pub at Burton on the Wolds and decided I’d have
lunch there on the way back. A few miles later at the intersection of
Six Hills Lane and Paddy’s Lane, having done about 24 miles, I turned
back.
Ordered a San Miguel and a sandwich with chips at the pub,
after fastening the bike to a railing with my high-tech reinforced
plastic tie pseudo-lock. Quite impressed with the food there, I’ll
definitely do this one again.
Really enjoyed that one, the lunch interval made it feel like a proper run out.
Annoyingly
my Garmin watch saved the track and reset a few minutes after I pressed
“pause” at the pub, to stop it recording my clogging around between the
bar and the table outside. I suppose it must have a timeout.
Consequently it synced the ride to Garmin Connect, and thereby to
Strava, as two tracks. I deleted them from Strava, concatenated them and
reposted the track as a single ride.
Looking
forward to doing that again one weekend soon. Will hope to go a little
further next time. My knees are complaining slightly now but they didn’t
give me any trouble during the ride; I did take it very easy though.
I
wrapped up a bit too warm unfortunately. If I’d taken my lightweight
backpack I could have stowed away the top layer, but I didn’t. Still –
rather too warm than too cold. We’ll all be getting cold fingers and
toes again in a few weeks.
47.04 miles, 2258 this year. Per-bike distances for 2019 so far are:
Didn’t think I’d get another one in this month, but early this afternoon
the forecasters withdrew their threat of rain this evening and by the
time I unloosed my wage slave shackles, the roads were mostly dry.
Unfortunately just before I set off, the forecasters reinstated their
threat. But it was supposed to be short-lived light rain, so I withdrew
the Boardman and off I set.
I was annoyed to see that I hadn’t
turned the rear light off last time, so it had been blinking away for
about 48 hours. But it was still going strong.
Cooler than of late and I wore a couple of long-sleeved layers up top and tights which kept me comfortable quite nicely.
Predictably,
I did a Twycross, down to Ratcliffe Culey where I turned eastward the
old way through Sibson to avoid the watery unpleasantness near the
Anker, a bit further south. I decided to take a short cut to Fenn Lanes
along Upton Lane, but on a whim – regular readers will know that I’m
highly prone to them – I kept going straight instead of taking a right
along Stoke Rd. I was vaguely sure that doing so would take me to
Bosworth through Shenton. And I was right.
About four miles from
home, the usual way from Bosworth, the rain started quite abruptly. Not
heavy, but sharp and persistent. Fortunately it only lasted about 10
minutes.
Decided (another whim) to take a detour through Ibstock
from Heather, haven’t done that for a long time. I get tired of Heather
Lane and it can be a bit muddy in the wet.
That’s 31.28 and 350 this month.
As
things stand I’d only have 789 miles to do to reach my 2019 target of
3000 miles, so I’ve notched it up to 3600. I suppose 4000 isn’t out of
the question.
Fair play to the weather forecasters. They predicted a weekend of
constant rain followed by a dry, warm, sunny Monday – and that’s exactly
what happened. I withdrew the Boardman from the garage not long before
6pm last night.
I’d planned another hybrid route, stitching
together the first 12 miles of the route down to Stoney Stanton to the
first 20-odd of the Twycross route by means of a brief jaunt west along
Bosworth Road, from Kirkby Mallory. The Twycross route part would be
performed in reverse, therefore.
Perfect cycling weather, and
although I’d wrapped up a bit too warm to guard against the temperature
dropping later on, I wasn’t uncomfortable. The dismal urban stretch
through Ellistown and Bagworth at the tail end of the rush hour was well
invested for the opportunity to pedal along the quiet rural part down
through Newbold Verdon to Kirkby Mallory. Hung a right from there to
Sutton Cheney on my usual Twycross route, then backwards along Fenn
Lanes.
Unfortunately, when I got to Witherley, I was confronted by this:
So
I consulted Google Maps. A brief diversion along the A5 into Atherstone
was necessary, but only for a few hundred yards. A couple of minutes
out of Atherstone though, I arrived at another watery obstacle:
I
tried carrying the bike round it, but it was too deep. I was genuinely
about to remove my socks and cycling shoes, stuff them up my jersey and
wade through it as I believed I was out of options at that point, but I
checked Google Maps again anyway. To my relief, it turned out that I’d
missed a turn and didn’t need to be crossing the River Anker at that
point in the first place. So I backtracked 1/3 of a mile and took the
correct turn along St George’s Rd.
Up from there through Sheepy, Twycross, Snarestone, Swepstone, Heather and home.
I
was out later than I’d intended due to my enforced orienteering
adventures and the daylight started to diminish quite quickly after
Twycross. But I had a decent rear light and a head torch. Sadly the
strap on my new head torch didn’t quite want to stretch round my helmet,
but I cocked my helmet back a bit and it fitted quite snugly on my
forehead. I was quite pleased with it; a nice bright light on the road
ahead and enough scattered light to be able to read a watch or the
dashboard instruments without pointing the beam. Rechargeable. The only
annoying thing is that it lights up little flies and midgies right in
front of your face, and at one point near Swepstone they were coming at
me like stars on the viewscreen when the Enterprise goes to warp speed.
Anyway
that turned out to be fun in the end although I wasn’t home until about
10pm. 39.71 miles and that’s 319 this month; 2180 this year.
Must remember to avoid the area around Mythe Lane when it’s been raining for a couple of days.
Left work at 4:30pm yesterday. The forecast threatened light rain at
about 7pm, but I wanted to get about 35 miles in. I took the Boardman,
partly because of the threat of precipitation and partly because I’d
noticed yesterday that the rear Disraeli is slightly loose on the hanger
– the Allen bolt is nice & tight but there’s a little bit of play,
as though a washer is missing.
I had no idea how or
when this happened but wanted to check things, in case it’s a recent
turn of events. As it turns out, the rear gears are still changing up
and down very nicely. I’m guessing it’s probably something that’s
gradually worn loose over time. Perhaps I’ll swap it out next time I
replace the chain.
Anyway – I did a Twycross. I sort of
wish I’d done something a bit more interesting as the weather looks
rubbish for a few days and of course the daylight hours are shrinking
now, but I just defaulted to my usual route. Conscious that I’d been a
bit unimaginative, as I neared the turn to Ratcliffe I decided to keep
on going down across the border into Warwickshire, and to Atherstone.
I’ve been down through Atherstone a few times but to get back on the
usual track from there you have to negotiate a cobbled stretch. I didn’t
fancy doing that again so I pulled up short of the town centre and with
the help of Google Maps, negotiated a short cut, along a road called St
George’s Rd. A brief suburban interlude.
Back onto
Atherstone Rd from there and along Mythe Lane, Atterton Lane as usual. I
thought of trying another detour ten minutes later as I pushed along
Fenn Lanes, perhaps to take in Stoke Golding – but I was unsure whether
I’d have to negotiate steep climbs, and I didn’t fancy that. I must
check that later, for future reference.
Back home the
usual way except that I pressed on to Burgoland and approached Heather
through Swepstone, rather than along Newton Road. That gave me a bit
more distance and avoided a tedious hill south of Heather.
Very
nice to be out in very light clothing, a short-sleeved top and shorts.
Warm, certainly. And yet I spent a lot of the ride feeling grateful that
it was so much cooler than the previous day. I felt a few pinpricks of
moisture descend from the sky shortly after I left the house but that
only persisted for about ten minutes. The last half hour of the ride was
blighted by light, spotting rain. Apart from that it was dry.
I
managed to break the Boardman’s mirror recently, and trialled a new one
on this ride – a more upmarket model by Cateye, pictured below slightly
out of focus.
I didn’t have high hopes because the mirror surface is closer to the centre line, hence I thought the rear view would be obscured by my right thigh. But in practice it works really well, perhaps because it’s slightly convex. The internal clamp that expands into the bar is very solid so it’s highly secure, and the reflected image is very steady. The only bummer is that it’s a little bit heavier. I’d be loath to fit one to one of the lighter bikes.
I was passed by a beautful E-Type Jag on the road to Twycross. Red, in near showroom condition.
So anyway – that’s another 35.38 miles in the bag, which takes me to 279 this month and 2140 this year.
There aren’t many days when I can go riding in my camo jersey, because
it’s the thinnest and lightest cycling top that I own. But today was
undoubtedly one of them. One of those days when you swing open the back
door and feel like you’ve opened an oven. I felt the heat on my bare
arms as soon as I stepped outside.
Today’s plan was to go up
through Melbourne, across Swarkestone Bridge then west to Stenson, where
I planned to have a cold beer at a table outside the Bubble Inn. So
that’s what I did. I took a slightly longer route than last time I did
this a few weeks ago. I went through Isley Walton to elongate the route a
bit, and to make it more interesting. And I intended to come back the
same way but got waylaid in Melbourne. Had to consult Google Maps a few
times and ended up coming a quicker way home, through Wilson. That way
took me past the quarry at Breedon which I try to avoid normally, as the
road along there (Stocking Lane) is always coated with dust from the
quarry traffic.
From
there, back home the usual way down Top Brand which I also used to
avoid coming south as it was a bit of a bone shaker, but it’s been
nicely resurfaced now.
So warm out there. And very sunny. A bit
cloudy later on mercifully, but the temperature didn’t seem to drop
much. Really nice to be out on the Cannondale; it just feels so light
and zippy. And nice to know all’s well with the new stem bolts.
I teamed my camo jersey with a retro yellow cycling cap, to keep the sun out of my eyes.
I’d
thought to do about 40, but the shorter route back robbed me of a
couple. 37 miles (I knocked off .19 for clogging around outside the pub)
and that’s 244 this month. Probably no cycling for me until Friday
though; I have other plans for Thursday and it’s going to be scorchio
(32 degrees)!
I’m
on call today, so I did my usual thing of stringing together two
routes, one north of home, one south – so as not to stray too far from
base.
I had in mind doing 30-35. Started with a trip up through Melbourne. I was thinking of going over Swarkestone Bridge from there and going to Stenson like I did a few weeks ago, but I didn’t. I took a right through Kings Newton past Donington race course to Isley Walton, and from there down through Belton, Griffydam and Peggs Green, where I stopped at a bench and had a modest lunch consisting of a small pork pie and two profiteroles. I would normally take an oat bar rather than cream and chocolate-based pastries, but ‘er indoors had a few left over from entertaining guests yesterday. They kept me going quite nicely.
From
there I devised a route to get me over to Packington that took me
through Farmtown, along Corkscrew Lane. I used to use that route quite
regularly back in 2015 but it fell out of favour; probably because the
wooded section just north of Farmtown is not really road bike territory.
Very twisty, with sudden ups & downs.
Anyway – I
went down nearly as far as Twycross, then took the very pleasant and
secluded Bilstone Road over to Bilstone. Came back from there through
Shackerstone, Burgoland, Swepstone, Heather.
Ended up having done 40.84 (I knocked off 0.03 for a small amount of walking over roads and grass verges to benches etc) but I was quite encouraged by the state of my knees, they seemed to do fine. Pleased about that as I thought I’d given myself a setback a couple of weeks ago. It my well be that having two days off helped, as well. But I’ll see how they feel tomorrow.
A bit blowy, but warm and intermittently sunny.
I fancied a trip out on the Cannondale really, partly to make sure all’s well with the new stem bolts. But I
wanted to give the X’s new bike computer a test drive and check the
calibration. It reported 40.61 miles at the end of the ride, compared to
the Garmin’s claim of 40.87. More than acceptable of course. But my
calculator tells me that if the wheel circumference value was set to
211cm instead of 210 it would have reported 40.80, which is obviously
closer. So I’ll do that.
I came up behind possibly the most heavily-laden cyclist I’ve ever seen, struggling up a hill near Isley Walton. He had a large backpack on with two additional packs, one attached to either side of it, possibly a sleeping bag and a small tent. He also seemed to be wearing dark brown tights under his shorts which I thought rather odd given the weather, until I realised that he was black.
Nothing but golf on 5 Live so I listened to 6 Music. Quite an interesting programme featuring space-themed music and a discussion between Brian Cox and Brian Eno, to mark the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11.
A lot of cyclists out today, often with a swanky bike and all the gear but carrying a lot of extra personal weight. What do these people think their expensive racing team jersey looks like when it’s struggling to contain a big gut spilling out over the waistband of their shorts? And if you’re serious enough about cycling to invest in a carbon frame, top brand helmet and all that, why wouldn’t you try to get your weight down a bit?
Anyway – mostly made up as I went along and no new roads, but a nice run out. And that takes me to 207 this month. I think another 100 before August should be doable, looking at the weather. Having said that it might actually be too hot to ride a bike far on Tuesday, round here anyway.
Just fitted a new Cateye Velo 9 to replace the bike computer on the
Planet X that broke a few weeks ago. I would have bought a Velo 7, which
looks exactly the same and has two less functions, but the 9 came up on
an Amazon sale and worked out a bit cheaper.
I like these.
They’re very accurate once calibrated, easy to read at a glance and
simple to use. I only actually need the distance function.
Certainly,
I can’t see myself using the ‘calories burned’ and ‘carbon offset’
functions that I now have. I doubt I’ll find myself wondering how much
carbon dioxide I’ve spared the atmosphere from by cycling instead of
driving a car. Because I don’t cycle as an alternative to driving, 99%
of the time. It’s all about doing time and distance on the bike, not
getting from A to B.
But just for fun I calculate that, if I’d
used a car instead of a bike since January 2015, in doing so I’d have
burned something like 1850 litres of petrol, which at £1.20 a litre
comes to about £2225. But I’d certainly have saved some time.
In
other news, I’ve fitted the Cannondale with new titanium stem bolts. The
old steel ones had a hint of surface rust and of course – these ones
are lighter. They’re beautifully machined, I must say.
I’m
not sure how many grams lighter the Cannondale is, for having new
aluminium cage bolts and titanium stem bolts. 40 maybe? Not many. But
it’s more of a hobby really, shaving small quantities of weight off your
bike.
