Race day.

10°C, light S, dry & bright.

Saddle.

A fun circuit round a familiar 23 mile route. 

Today is The Grand  National where thousands get dressed up to go and watch live horse whipping. The winning horse ended the day in tragedy. And as if I didn’t hate horse racing enough, this happened…

Through the last village I looked across to see a woman dressed up as if to go to a wedding. But she was on all fours with her head down looking between her hands. And there between her hands was a puddle of yellow vomit.

I felt disgusted by that sight and that these people support a sport that is usually associated with animal cruelty.

Ribble Coastal Path

This was supposed.

This was supposed to be a relaxing hour long loop. It was harder and longer. The ground was hard & cracked on the sea defence dyke which hammered my hands and reduced speed to about 6 mph. Eventually, I got to Tarleton at 6 pm and hungry.

The return was easier on normal tarmac. Anyone thinking of rising this part of the National Coastal Path might consider using front suspension ( if you have that choice).

Cleats.

11°C, light cloud. Brisk southerly & dry

Used a chunk of the morning to service the cross bike. It has internally routed cables and those bits need care. The worst thing to do is lose the cable end inside the frame. I didn’t do that. My troubles were from a cable sheath end-stop stuck in the frame. That took ages to get out.

Anyway, I got out on the racelite and rode until I got tired: 45 miles.