Thunder threatening.

22°C, grey with distant rumbles, humid and still.

Towering cumulonimbus.

Woke with a very fidgety feeling. And eventually got on the bike immediately after lunch. After the obligatory 8 mile warmup, I raised the pace.

It’s been a strange year. for the first half, I was inhibited by a dull malaise. Rarely did I get the fizzy legs feeling. Now I have it. In normal years this feeling kicks in around April. Not this time.

I blame covid.

Zing 95Km

22°C, light wind and full sun.

Best ride of the year. Loads of energy available for the hills near Parbold. I did a loop around Ashurst Beacon for a bit more extension. The only regret is that I didn’t do another couple of miles to make it a metric century.

Racelite

23°C, light breeze, full sun.

Found!

Chain guages are invaluable. If you replace a chain before too long, then you don’t have to replace the cassette. My Zing passed the test, which is strange – it’s done 1,400.

The Racelite bike I was on failed the 0.75 and the 1.0 measure. That means a new chain is urgent.

Later: fitted a chain, but it skips over the cogs. Now need a new cassette. Nobody seems to have any in stock.

Warm at last!

19°C sunny and dry.

Dead Hawthorne.

The wettest May on record has hit my milage somewhat.

Another thing, today was good weather to catch up on some laundry. Mundane, I know. For decades, I’ve checked laundry with a sniff test but it hasn’t worked since covid. Now, it’s back; if faintly. For six months that salty odour has been missing.

Zing hills

9°C, strong WSW, grey but dry.

1970 gas pipe thing.

Lots of hills and a long grind back in the wind. Writing this now, I can still feel it in my legs.

Though hard work, it was far more satisfying than the last few rides where I felt physically low. It was almost like that feeling after the AZ jab a few weeks ago.