Bad weather problem.

1°C, gales, had and snow.
Or, why I have not cycled much this week.​


Fizzy legs prevent sleep, and disrupt concentration. It only comes on when I’ve missed exercise.
This has been a week of gales with gusts of 55mph. Other days have seen ice, and now- snow.

New year, reset and look forwards.

Currently, my milage list stands at:
Racelite: 394.3
Arrow: 1646.4
Kona Jake: 528
Kona Paddy Wagon: 925.4
Raleigh Mustang: =1,634.9*
TOTAL MILEAGE: 5,129
Raleigh Mustang; ??, * That figure includes bikes hired on holiday, and miles hiked. I’ll have to work this part out, the relevant speedometer does not record total milage.​

Annual summary.

That’s it for 2016

I rode with MapMyRide+! Distance: 63.29km, time: 02:52:05, pace: 2:43min/km, speed: 22.07km/h.

http://mapmyride.com/workout/1927260194


Last ride of the year. Adding up the odometers, the total is about 4,500 miles, down considerably on last year. However, I took weeks out for hiking. In the summer holiday, I barely rode at all.
Also, one of my cycle computers doesn’t record total milage so I will rely on the gps app Mapmyride for its summary to be released on New Year’s Day.

Between Barbara and Conor.

10°C, westerly gale, mostly dry but grey.
I rode The Jake with MapMyRide+! Distance: 31.77km, time: 02:10:51, pace: 4:07min/km, speed: 14.57km/h.

http://mapmyride.com/workout/1919957957

Barbara is the name given to the second storm of the winter. Conor, the third. Today marks a respite between the two storms which means dry weather, but very strong wind.

I had a mishap ten miles from home. I rode through a puddle, nothing remarkable about that. This one hid a sharp edge which have the whole bike a severe jolt. I was lucky not to fall off but then I looked down. The back tyre was completely flat. The sharp edge caused a pinch puncture that was not repairable.
At this point, I found a brake pad in my hand. Replacing the wheel dislodged the pad. It’s a tiny thing and I have never serviced disk brakes before. I don’t really know how to assemble them and now was not the time to learn how. After some nervous fidgeting it back into the slot, it seemed to work.
I swapped the inner-tube and carefully rode home on a tyre softer than ideal. Low tyre pressure is the likely cause of all this to begin with.

Storm Barbara.

Stormy, mild winter’s day.

A family day out ice-skating; skating in the city sounds like a nice winter thing to do but it didn’t work like that. The marquee was grossly overcrowded and filled with near deafening pop music. I was filled with the urge to run a mile. A mile wasn’t necessary because the Tate Gallery was only a few hundred metres away. That worked out well enough.
Return to the agreed 3pm spot was interrupted by a strong squally downpour. You could see the approaching white sheets of rain crossing the Mersey. I sheltered behind one of those odd looking buildings you see near docks.
There was just enough shelter to take a few photos with my new pocket camera. It’s a second-hand Fuji X-10 which I got via eBay. It has lots of fun features, panoramic, hdr, colour modes, and a sensor that can take alternative exposure shots at the same time.
Today, I played with low colour and black and white. The bin animation is a composite of the pictures taken with the best-frame feature.

Wasps’ nest

7°C, sunny and dry. Light wind.

Remember that wasp nest in my house last summer? I decided to investigate it today. The tent was ready to pull open after I cleared the nearby ivy. The interior volume was filled with paper structures to a volume of about 1 litre. The tent gap a hard plastic tube connecting the interior and exterior walls of the building. Lining the tube was a complete layer of paper honeycomb cavities. Inside that layer was a 3 layered structure which was effectively 3 floors. Some of these floor had dead eggs or larvae.​

fascinating isn’t it? Up to last October, I heard their daily routine start at sunrise. The buzzing must have been workers ventilating the nest. All summer, there was that sinister chewing and cutting sound. None of that has affected the vent. It must be the sound of paper construction amplified in the tube.
There aren’t many dead wasps in there. Either they had already left, or the pest treatment dispersed them. I’m glad really. I like to think they lived their year’s lifecycle to its normal conclusion. They disperse after the spawning and live a more solitary life until the first frost.
The tube now has some of the honeycomb shelves back in place. Wasps don’t make nests in old sites so this should deter them next season.
I’ll never know about the other nest, it’s entirely inaccessible in that roof space.

Ninety minutes on the canal.

  11°C, still, clear and drying out.

I rode Jake with MapMyRide+! Distance: 23.71km, time: 01:30:56, pace: 3:50min/km, speed: 15.64km/h.​

Towpath pause.

http://mapmyride.com/workout/1912095641


The mud is soft,
black and deep now. This confused the wheels who couldn’t decide whether to go the same way. The whole bike feels different when veering about on soft tyres. That aspect is fun with only a certain frisson of dread because the canal water looks deep and cold. I grinned most of the time, probably.