Sunday = Long Ride and Big Dinner

And I cracked it on both counts.   Out for 9am, roads a little damp but at least warm enough that it was just dew not black ice.   Set off with the serious intention of being out for at least 4 hours – around a hour into the ride I managed to pick up a bit of glass in the back tyre, but nothing too serious – fixable and didn’t put too much of a crimp into my ride – though I did drop the thoughts of the extra distance loop going out via Boothferry Bridge, instead going direct from Snaith up towards Selby.    From there it was the usual ride out via Cawood Ryther and Ulleskelf to Towton and back home via Castleford, Altofts and Normanton.   At Warmfield I actually thought “no, stuff it, make up the 100km” so ploughed straight on over Pineapple Hill and down actoss the common and up into Walton before doubling back through Crofton and Home.

A quick mug of something warm and sweet, then out to the local Asda, picked up a Chicken for Sunday Dinner and a Bottle of Red to wash it down with – home again – just in time to spend a couple of hours with a good mate who decided to pay a visit.

Big sunday dinner (at around 7pm – so proper dinner, not lunch) and a couple of hours of music followed by bed and a well earned kip.

Yes, I am writing this the next day – so sue me!

Strava for the ride yesterday is here – today’s definitely going to be a rest day.

Soggy Sunday

Things I Have Learned today.

  1. Don’t get all Excited about getting out for a proper long ride and forget your drinks bottle.
  2. Weather Forecasts of Sunny Dry Cold Mornings are seldom correct.
  3. Sammy Slicks aren’t slick, and kick up lots of spray from the road.
  4. After 2 hours of Salt Spray from the front wheel, you really miss having a Drink with you.
  5. Theres a reason I spent Months getting my road shoes set up properly with orthotics etc. and frankly, I should have swapped to road pedals and shoes for a 3 hour ride, rather than sticking with the SPD’s
  6. Despite all the above, I really, REALLY enjoyed my morning out on the bike…

Strava stuff for it is here, in case anyone’s interested.

MFP Classics Challenge – Race of the Falling Leaves

Made the best of a slightly unseasonably sunny day to get a good solid metric century ride in.  As per the typical “Classics Challenge” rides, not only was it a distance challenge, but there were other “spot prize” assignments – Photo Bonuses for pictures of “Autumnal Leaves”, “Roadside Church/Chapel” and “Italian Recovery Food and Drink”

I Couldn’t resist adding in an extra Italian flavour…

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(a small Alfa Specialist operating from a Barn near Whitley Bridge)

 

Falling (well, Fallen) Leaves
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Roadside Chapel
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Pizza Rustico
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Stats for the ride on Strava are here

Wind – From the East? – On a Sunday?

That’s different – complete 180degree direction change to the normal prevailing wind – and blowing something like 15mph, gusting 25.   So – todays typical Sunday spin was very different to the norm.   Usually, it sees me hammering the first 30km in about a hour, then turning and hitting a wall of air.    Today, it was go out and grind for 90 minutes, then turn first across then run with a a side-tail wind for the rest of the ride.    Even looking at the speed plot on Strava, you can see the way the wind was blowing.    Other than a couple of minor 100 yard sectors in the middle of Pontefract, I hit a whole string of Strava “trophies” including 3 proper “top 10’s” and half a dozen PB’s – wind assisted or not, there were times when I felt I was flying!

 

MFP Vuelta Challenge – Stage 2

Pontevedra → Baiona. Alto Do Monte Da Groba (177km)

 

Well – it’s a bank holiday, and there’s a chance that the UK contingent of riders on my team may well be on holiday/the piss/both – so I thought I’d better try and knock a few km’s in – despite it being the 4th day on the bounce that I’ve ridden.

Played it safe, out in the flatlands around Selby, Snaith, Tadcaster before running from home.   All told 86.8km, and back in time for a shower, a bite to eat, and to put my feet up, rest my undercarriage, and watch stage 2 of the Vuelta on the Idiots Lantern.