As you’ll know, if you read this, I’ve often suffered with pain on the bike. However, that may now be a thing of the past.
I’d made a couple of changes to my position, lowered the saddle until it was clearly too low and moved it back up in increments until it felt just right. I also moved the saddle forward in the rails to compensate for the lowered position. The stem replaced down to 90mm, with a 7 degree rise. I also changed the bars from a 44cm to a 42. The bar is more of a compact than my fizik cyrano bars. The difference was incredible. I felt a hell of a lot more comfortable, my shoulders weren’t bunched up, a bend in my elbows. My knees are a little close to the bar ends, but I can cope with that.
4 miles in, no pain and my wattage was up and cadence had increased. 4 miles back home, and just the regular sore thighs because I’m fat and unfit. But non of that crippling upper thigh pain.
A few more rides just to be sure, but I’m fairly confident that these changes might of worked.
Sometimes, it’s the simple pictures that I find pleasing. Like this simple downward shot on my favourite bridge.
It’s been a lazy year for me. However, I do consider this to be one of my favourite images of the year.
I was up at angram some time ago, and did a short video. I don’t consider it very good, as I was just learning the drone controls mostly. It’s a fantastic area to walk, and away from the crowds that can occur around the more popular scarhouse dam.
So I plan to go back up and do some better videos subject to the weather of course.
Papa Smurf was found in a sorry state, discarded in the grass. But is now determined to enjoy life outdoors.
Yeah, I’m niche. Not really something to boast about yet we humans like to feel as if we’re forging our own paths, that we are remarkable in some small way, atypical, one of a few. We follow not crowds, only our own will, for yes I’m smart, in control, not one of them, all those […]
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Just a short ride today. My motivation of late has been lacking.
I thought the Cycle path may of been busy, with it being a bank holiday, and the Bilton Gala, at least on the way out.
On the way to Ripley, I was overtaken by a guy on a trek bike that was making an awful noise. His drive chain was grinding away sounding like it was about to implode at any moment.
Following him for awhile, half expecting to be showered in pieces of rear derailleur detritus, I managed to set a new PB on a segment, achieving a time of 4:50.
On the way back, my front derailleur again refused to move up into the large ring, losing me a chunk of time, and something to sort out when I get back home.
I decided again to heft it up a short climb at the end of the cycle path, locally known as Gardners Hill, due to the pub at the bottom. When I was critically unfit this short hill would kill me, and I’d fail to even get a quarter of the way up it. But now, I can due it in under a minute. (Yes, it really is that short)
Back on the cycle path at Starbeck I swore and cursed at my derailluer to get its act together and move into the big ring, it steadfastly refused to move the chain. So a brief stop to again change the cable tension got it back in. But now, that barrel adjuster had reached the limit of its acceptable travel, but at least I had a working big ring. So it was a small test ride down to the Nidd Viaduct, and by now, the path was so busy with people.
And finally back home to sort out the issue with my front shifting.