Tuesday night is riding night. I have taught myself that this must be so despite the best efforts of Mother(fecker) Nature. I got my jacket and tights on and donned helmet and gloves with the words of Clive Chapman ringing in my ears:
- “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes.”
- “You only get wet once”
Littleborough Roadie Practise Loop
The slicks are still on, and I’ve got a road loop planned for Saturday with Joby and Chris. I therefore opted to stick to the roads, especially as it was pouring down, and have a little uphill stint in the night’s ride. I won’t talk too much about it, but here’s the route I took. Just click it to see it a bit bigger:
Two things are worth mentioning:
As practise for Saturday’s loop, which you can check if you click this link, I rode the first part of the climb to Blackstone Edge. I only went as far as The Moorcock pub – and no I didn’t pop in for a pint: had I not been a drowned rat I would’ve been tempted.
I was happy to have worked my way about 40% of the distance up the hill, but I know I have much steeper gradients to contend with at the weekend. Also, the fact that my heart was trying to escape through the top of my head when I rested in the pub car park can’t be a good thing! Ah well, no more rides until weekend, so fingers crossed… 😉
I Slew The 30mph Ghost!
My usual downhill from t’Lake only mustered 26mph last night through the puddles, so I didn’t hold out much hope of besting my PB speed on the Fat Boy. But, I was wrong. The longer descent from the Moorcock back into Littleborough gave me a 30.7 mph top speed. Wooohoooo! I did it!! 🙂
Now what? I suppose I have no choice but to top 35 mph on Saturday. It never stops, does it??
Roll on Saturday!