Category Archives: Cycling
Grain harvesting
Dry (apart from few heavy showers) 21°C, light
Ashbourne
68 miles, N tailwind to return.
What a difference a tailwind makes, more appreciated when returning- a little tired but feeling fresh still. Ashbourne is full of very noisy motor-bikes, how do they get away with that?
The new belt for the record player is a bit tight. It’s supposed to be 21½” long, this one is nearly 1¾” shorter. The guy who sold it seems to think it’s OK like that- but it pulls the suspension over to one side. I can’t imagine how they think different tension, different thickness and springiness is acceptable. I’m going to order a genuine Linn belt as soon as possible. Besides, since the motor has less torque than it used to I will go for a service at a dealer- there is one in Aldridge. The worry is that they may suggest a new motor which is over £80 + labour.
Difficulty
Cycled 62.4 miles
feels like Sunday
17°C, thick clouds all over the sky.
Sixty-one miles
Skeletal Elms
83.4 miles in the saddle.
On painting:
On Games
Dragonflies
28°C;
; no coudcover, light NE winds. Sunblock factor 20.
60.0 miles
74.4 miles
Breedon on the hill
Conditions perfect
23°C;wind=nil;clouds=nil(or as near as damnit).
67.0 miles – first to Staunton Harold, the place with the right-handed house martins. Then onto Bosworth Water Trust, specifically Cafe Kouts.
I was clever enough not to get burnt. Though didn’t feel very strong all day, plenty of stamina, but average speed was low (@15.7mph). As low as a winter ride on my (heavier) winter bike.
Two weeks ago- a Miracle!
As ever,Sunday- out cycling – something happened that day though that had a real effect on me.
Cycling in Leicestershire from Staunton Harold heading south, Normanton Le Heath I think it was. It was a beautiful day, witha light wind from the North West. Suddenly, right in front of me a bird flew low over the road, which they often do – probably to use ground effect but this one crashes in to a tumbling heap and fluttered violently into the gutter. I hate seing birds dying.
I rode on a little way, thinking what can I do and as soon as it was safe, turned round. When I got back to the spot, it was lying motionless on it’s back, a sparrow. I decided to move it to the grass verge just to er.. let nature take care of it. So I took my gloves off and cupped my hands around it to pick it up.
Suddenly it jerked itself upright, and was standing on it’s feet. I carefully put my hands around it’s lil’ fragile body ready to lift it without damaging any feathers. It wriggled free and with aflutter flew from between my thumbs towards a tree across the road, ( in the direction it came from first). this time it seemed to have no trouble flying straight, no trouble at all.
So as you can see, it’s a Miracle. One of my cycling friends suggested that it was woken from it’s state of shock/concussion by the warmth of my hands. But of course they are wrong, I do miracles!