Why can’t life be simple, if it can happen it happens to this family, don’t know why it just does. It has been a bit of a roller coaster week with a few surprises and even more surprising outcomes and to be perfectly honest at the end of the week we are in exactly the same spot we started the week, just a bit more harassed and wiser. Unfortunately I can not elaborate on what has gone on.
Due to one thing and another I never got out for an evening ride this past week so this morning ride was my first since last weekend. While I had planned to go riding today I had not decided where, when I went to bed last night I had decided on the local heath but when I got up this morning I felt I wanted to ride some where new. I remembered seeing a route on bikely web site which showed a route down to the local beach. After a quick search I found the route and downloaded it. Unfortunately it was part of a bigger route so I chopped out the section of the route I did not want and left just the section to the beach and back and then uploaded it to my GPS. I was interested in this route for two reason, one it used a couple of new section of areas that I already ride and secondly I was interested in how much of an off road ride there was to the beach. The route was not a direct route from A to B but more of a direct-ish route using all the available off road sections in between home and the beach. It turned out that from my house to the beach, along the promenade and back through Bournemouth town centre and out through Meyrick Park to the point where I crossed my outward path near Bournemouth University was 7.5miles. I guess 50% of that was off road (a mix of heathland track, path through woodland and gravel paths). At this point I decide I still wanted to do a bit more riding so I continued along the road to the local heath and took a loop around the heath and then home. Checking the GPS at home showed 18.9 mile ridden. Nothing spectacular, but interesting none the less.
While out riding this morning I pasted two new cycling attraction currently under construction but close to opening, one is the new Bournemouth cycle track at Slades Farm and the other was new cycle shop opening on the premises of an old cycle shop that closed towards the end of last year in Wallisdown.
Last Thursday was the first bike ride for 10 days, with 5 o’clock chimes ringing in my ears I was pedalling off down the road en-route for the local heath. It was glorious sunshine, warm but not hot with a nice cooling (stiff) breeze. For the first time in several weeks I was on the Cannondale with its newly acquired Frankenstein crank. Why is it called Frankenstein I hear you ask? simple, the bearings, crank and pedal arms are Shimano XT, the granny ring is new Shimano XT, the middle ring is 9mth old Shimano SLX and the outer ring is 18mth old Turvativ and I can honestly say that it has not changed so sweetly since I have had the bike.
I rode through the golf club car park and stopped at the top of the trail, removed my cycle helmet, switched the Veho on and then hit the trail, I then spent a couple of hours riding around the heath dodging the fire engines. Apparently the local chavs had tried to set the heath on fire (which they do with regular occurrence), I could smell it but never actually saw the fire (or smoke). I actually managed to cycle through the clay pit (a small section of muddy\clay area along side a pond) where the Fire Brigade Landrover was being winched out after getting stuck much to the amusement of the Firemen.
Here a video of the early part of the ride, I have more including the above Clay bit section still to edit.
Saturday was another great days and another great ride again on the Cannondale, more XC this time as I crossed the local heath, crossed the main road into Delph woods and then on to the Castleman trail to Upton House and back. Not sure of the exact distances as I was using my phone GPS and it said that the signal had been interrupted several times but it recorded a total of 20.3miles. Along with the 12 or so miles on Thursday my butt was letting me know that it did not like the unsprung rear end of the Cannondale.
Sunday sort of fell apart. I had intended to get up early go for a ride and then get back in time to watch the start of the Formula 1, well as I never got out of bed early enough, so I decided to watch the F1 and then go riding when it finished. As I am watching the F1 wife decides that she needs to go to Poole so I postpone the ride to take the wife to Poole. Unfortunately we only got about 50yds down the road before I found the car had a flat tyre. Now have you ever tried find an open tyre centre on a Sunday?? Thankfully the third tyre depot we tried was open, unfortunately it also seemed to be the most popular tyre centre in the area, we left 2.5hrs later. After returning from Poole it was case of eating lunch, it was now a bit warm for a ride so I opted for a late afternoon ride. From a heat point of view the timing was perfect, it was lovely and cool, but from a fly catching point of view it was a nightmare. every time I opened my mouth to gasp for air I was swallowing midges & flies. While my butt was ok with the ride (I took the Whyte, my legs felt quite heavy by the end of the ride.
Tonight was weigh-in night and tonight was a loss night, now just have to stick to the straight and narrow till next Monday.
That is how I feel at the moment, lots of stuff racing around my mind, no sooner does one thought slowly subside than a new thought comes screaming past and the thoughts start racing through my mind again. But there is very little I can (or want) to talk about on here.
Monday night was a good weigh-in, lost 3lb, I had my doubts after a bit of major troughing earlier last week, but I lost the weight so I will accept it, just as I have accept it when the scales say I have put on weight.
Went out for a ride last night, first evening ride since my “night time face plant in the snow ride” at the start of the year. Working from home yesterday so had the ideal opportunity, waited until five o’clock and then got myself ready and out the door in double quick time while there was still daylight available, although it was fading fast. I decided to ride over Canford Heath, first time I have done a night ride over there in the dark. Very strange riding over there in the dark especially when I rode one tracks in the opposite direction to the way I normally ride it. My legs (thighs) felt heavy at the start but at the end I powered up (for me anyway) a long slope, I was still the wheezing gasping wreck when I got to the top, I just got there faster.
So not content with losing last nights new found freedom that I nearly had, the gremlin were out to wreck my ride this morning. All did not start well as I got up about an hour later than intended, but not to be put off I had breakfast and got myself ready. When I went to get the bike out the shed I was confronted with a flat front tyre, I normally check the bike on Friday night but because of last nights laptop preparation I forgot. When I went to wheel the bike out the shed so I could sort the puncture out something else was not right with the bike, the chain was jumping as I pushed the bike backwards. Closer inspection revealed that one of the jockey wheels was ceased solid, I was not impressed. Front wheel was quickly resolved by removing a thorn from the tyre and patching the tube.
I dismantled the rear gears and set to work on the jockey wheel, removed the seals and a good soaking in WD40, this was followed by copious amounts of gripping the bearing inner sleeve with pliers and rocking the jockey wheel backward and forwards, then blowing out with compressed air and another good soaking with WD40. After about an hour the jockey wheel was spinning freely. A good quantity of oil was dripped onto the bearing, the seal refitted and the rear gears re assembled.
Now I was ready for the off……….er no. Last night before I went to bed I quickly loaded the route onto the GPS from the PC. This morning when I came to load the route before leaving The GPS refused to load the route onto the map. I spent more time reloading the route from my PC on the GPS but nothing I did would convince the route to load onto the maps on the GPS. In the end I copied the section of the route I did not know on the map on the PC, saved it, loaded it onto the GPS and then thankfully the GPS loaded it on the the map. Now I was ready to leave, only 2.5hrs later than intended. As I left I told the wife that if I came back in within the next 10 minutes, to hide as I was likely to explode.
The ride was two half’s, it started as my normal Sunday ride along the river to Throop and then out to Hurn forest. Then in the middle of Hurn Forest instead of turning right I turn left which then takes me out towards Avon Heath Country Park, from there it on towards the A31 crossing the dual carriageway (via foot bridge) then on to Ashley and then on towards Moors Valley . Here I added my own little bit into the route by joining the cycle Trail about a quarter of its way round and rode that till the end of the trail (the new cycle trail is not listed on the Moors Valley web site). From there it was down to the Castleman Trail to West Moors and then over to Ferndown. By the time I came out of the tree’s near Longham I was knackered and I still had 4 miles of road to cycle to get home. It was riding across the heath at Ferndown that I realised my last mistake of the day. A part from a Camelpak full of water I had not brought any energy drink or food, this was something I forgot to do after all the other cock-ups the morning had presented me. By now my thighs (around the quads) were aching badly, fortunately it was mainly flat from Longham to my house, when there was a slight slope my thighs let me know.
When I got home I was wiped out, when I eventually got round to getting the route of the GPS I was most disappointed 29.4 miles I was robbed, where was my 30 miler!!
It has been a busy few days, not sure what I have to show for it though. To aid the wife’s search for employment I have built a web site for her. We were looking for an easy way to access her CV so that she could pass it on when she is out and about rather than carry paper copies that end up getting creased. So after much head scratching and thinking we ended up with a simple web site where anybody can read it and download a copy as well and all she needs to do is pass on the web site address to anybody that show interest. I had the hosting space already so I bought the domain name and the rest is history. Anybody wants to take a peek you will find the site here. I welcome any constructive comments.
Last night was weigh in night and it was another loss, 1.5lbs to be exact, not as much as I would of liked but a loss is a loss and considering the bottle of wine, meal out (father-in-laws birthday) and some hot cross buns I consumed during the week I will take it. I really want to keep on the straight and narrow with the diet this week so I can have a good loss and get rid of this xmas baggage I am still carrying.
Hopefully going to start editing my first Muvi film to night (it is currently importing into the editing software as I type), it is not going to be anything special but hey I will have some fun.
Sat down and had a think about the work I need to do on the Cannondale last night and it is going to have to wait till funds permit, I have spent a bit more money on the bikes than I intended to this past few week and as sod law would have it, one of the items I need to replace on the Cannondale is on a very good deal online at the moment, don’t you just hate it when that happens?
Intending to have go riding both days this weekend, which is something I don’t think I have done since the beginning of the year. Then the following week I am off to Barbury (near Swindon) for a ride. I want to try and find another long route (25\30 miles) I can ride from home. I have several around the 12 to 20 mark I want to push the distance on a little bit. I could do the ride I did on Sunday but ride from home but then a third of the ride is road riding (main roads at that) but I hate riding on the main roads and there no real alternatives.