Night Rides

Night rides give a whole new lease to the normal routes. Familiar roads and lanes have different and often creepy appearance.

But lightened by my trusty Volt 800, the roads lit up, the noises of various animals scurrying around the path edges the only sound.

Busting the light upto 800, more than enough of the path was illuminated for me to feel comfortable riding at 20mph, at least until I came across a deer, which was as surprised to see me as I was it. For a couple of seconds, it just looked at me, not quite sure what todo, before exploding over the fence into the night.

My See.Sense rear icon+ Light however died. Plugged it in to charge, and the charge light came on as normal. When I went back sometime later, the charge light was off, signalling the end of the charge cycle. However, the light would not turn on. Neither could I get it to connect to the companion app on my phone. Eventually the low battery light flashed and it connected to the app, which report zero battery. Plugged it back in, nothing. No charge light, no charge going in. Its dead jim. Contacted see.sense, who have asked for the light back to see what’s happened, so hopefully the reportedly excellent customer service see.sense are known for will sort it out.

Enjoy a good night ride, it certainly can bring back old routes to life.

Bloody Joggers

I like to think I’m a considurate cyclist. I slow down on shared use paths, I say hello and thank you.

But one thing that boils my piss is joggers wearing earphones in the middle of the sodding path.

If your going to wear earphones, stay to the side, or listen at a volume that still lets your hear when someone is shouting excuse me behind you.

On today’s ride, I shouted several times, with no response. It wasn’t until I Litterally shouted “on your right” and the jogger finally got the message. Albeit with a hell of a fright.

I don’t want to be rude, I don’t like being rude. But please considure others when your jogging along in your own little world.

Reverse Duck

Today I just went with the bike. Initially heading out to knaresborough, I decided todo one of my routes, but in reverse.

After buzzing through the crowds at knaresborough waterfront, people paying zero attention and just wandering all over the road, I turned left and headed out toward Farnham.

The relatively small hills disappeared beneath my wheels. Hills are starting not to bother me as much as they did, but I still struggle on certain grades.

Through the fast sweeping bends at Farnham, and onto the long road to Scotton. Everything looks different, I’ve never ridden the road in this direction, refreshing, it was like a whole new road to me. The outside of my feet were killing me, a sharp constant pain. It was so bad, I had to stop. I slacked off my shoes a touch, and that seemed to help.

The road turned into the busy B road, but I’m only on it for a short time, legs shouting up the hill until gravity takes over, soon turned off toward Breton. A real little roller coaster of rolling road, before the hell that is Ripon road.


Today’s ride was a short easy one, well apart from the wind. 

It was a constant wind, according to the met office 25mph. And man could I feel it. 

As always on the short route to Ripley and back, it’s a tail wind down Bilton Lane, headwind along the cycle path and a nasty sidewind/tailwind on the busy main road to Ripley. Coming back, and the wind was blasting me from the side and front, but back on the cycle path, it was a tailwind. It’s that moment, where you can’t feel the wind, it appears calm, apart from the leaves moving. It isn’t until you stop you feel the wind again. 

Heading back off to Bilton Lane, dreading the headwind that I was bound to encounter going back up, I crossed the viaduct, and on. A couple where walking their scratty little dog off lead, and something told me that it was going g to wander. And surely enough it sauntered right in front. I stopped just short of its nose. And it just stood there, giving me a distainful look. With a muttered “sorry” the owners wandered off. 

And back onto Bilton Lane. And there was my enemy, that wind. Bilton Lane acts like a giant wind funnel, and I’m battling through it. Half way up, and I’m averaging 300w just to try and maintain 10mph, even with me as compacted as possible to present a smaller area for the wind,  But eventually, the end was insight. With my heart feeling like it was about to burst I finally turned off into the shelter of St John’s church. 

But then, another wind tunnel on St John’s road, before the mother of all headwinds on Skipton road. But home I was.. 

A wee ride out

It was a beautiful day, and again I got a little carried away on a ride. Only intending to complete a 20 mile maximum, I ended up doing nearer 40. But, I did make a conscious decision to ignore the Garmin, and just enjoy the ride. No worrying about power, speed, distance or cadence and just get back to the pure joy of riding my bike. Switching off the mind and just enjoy it. 
Started off on the standard dog head, which unfortunately contains a short segment of a road I really hate riding. Last week I saw another cyclist wipe out. It’s a fast, busy main road and always makes me nervous. But it dos’nt last long until I’m back on lovely quiet back roads. 

I sat a while at Farnham to regain some energy, and just enjoy the day when a cyclist rode past, who, shall we say was a big chap. I caught up with him at the bottom of Farnham Rise. I take my hat off to him. He was attempting a hill that beat me many times, but there he was, plugging his way up the hill. I offered a few words of encouragement as I rode past. 

I set a new personal best on the descent toward Staveley, before turning onto the next hill. Yet another one that beat me a few times. I can now push my way up, albeit not fast, but at least I’m not stopping. 

Before I knew it I was blasting down Pottery Lane and into Ripon. 

Sitting outside the Cathedral for while watching the tourists walk past I decided to head out toward Fountains Abbey, or at least the Deer Park. 

So off I went, in completly the wrong direction. So after several Google Maps checks I eventually headed out in the right direction. Along the canal the road is a horrible broken and tatty road, causing me to curse several times as I rattled around on the bike worrying about crushing the crown jewels. 

Then I was on Studley Road, and I completly lost all energy on the hill and had to stop. I watched as some rich farmer played with his helicopter flying low over the village, hovering and rotating before flying away and back again. 

Through the village of Studley Royal and into the deer park, over no more than 5 cattle grids. And now, a long slog up hill to get to the carpark area and a bench to have a sit down. 

Studley Deer park is a beautiful place to visit, with vast deer herds, wonderful old trees, and the ruins of Fountains Abbey. it’s a designated World Heritage Site of some 800 acres features an 18th-century landscaped garden, some of the largest Cistercian ruins in Europe, a Jacobean mansion and a Victorian church designed by William Burges.

I sat admiring the lake, watching the ducks and geese fight for the tourists attention. I watched as another cyclist stopped, posed his bike and took a picture, I smiled as it’s something we all do. I’ve no idea how long I sat there, but eventually I got back on the bike, and headed home by the same general route I came down. Now feeling drained and ready for home it was a general slow limp home. 

Sat at home, I wondered why my legs were hurting, and it appears I caught the sun, right on the top of my knees. 

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