Your bike is dirty, its been dirty for a week or 2.
But its ok you have a really valid excuse. You came home from a night ride and promised yourself you’d clean it the next day, but the next you were told that your new bike was ready to be collected from the shop and the dirty one got a little neglected…
So you decide its time to give it the love it deserves and give it a proper deep clean.
But first a cup of tea.
Electing to be super efficient, get started by getting some stuff ready, while the kettle is boiling – genius!
While in the shed looking for the end to the hose you realise that its a complete mess and needs sorting out, start sorting and decide that this is a far bigger job than you anticipated.
I’ve had a self induced few weeks off the bike while doing a mini challenge and some intense training for a half marathon that I completed last week. Yes, I ran 13.1 miles on the road in just under 1 hour 59 minutes. I may be a little hooked on the idea of doing more of this, but more on that another day. For now though…
Yes its on, the heating is on. Winter is here! I have caved and let her put the central heating on (but I will be checking the thermostat everyday) and as every bike ride is likely to include a mud bath, its nice to know I can come home to a warm house and a hot shower!
Its the season to “make the most of it”. Getting out on those cold and damp days, rather than when its chucking it down with rain, and get out and do some “Winter miles” for those “Summer smiles”.
The trails on my doorstep are muddy from about mid November through to March. We pray for the frost and stick to the ones with rocks, roots and less clay content. There is no winter/mud tyre that can cope with clay!
This limits our options so its time to get some longer rides in. So I got my Winter Season off to a good start on Sunday with about 35 miles of pedaling.
It was just me on Sunday; though I did make plans to meet a few others from MB Swindon for a coffee stop in Marlborough. However that didn’t happen due to the other group of riders having some mechanicals and running over an hour late.
So I did what I like to do and rode, explored, made it up as I went along and stopped to take a few photos.
I had my own “mechanical” that involved forgetting my keys and the rest of the family had gone out. Luckily like a good Boy Scout (I was never in the Scouts), I was prepared.
I was wet and beginning to get cold, so armed only with the contactless paying capabilities of my iPhone I somehow found sustenance and warmth by way of a visit to my local Costa for a cup of tea and cheese toastie. I changed my wet socks, broke out my spare gloves too… I survived Bear Grylls eat your heart out!
Not a very exciting blog post, but with so many photos taken on Sunday I had to write something and share them…