Tag: falling off
It has been a couple of weeks since my last post, last weekend the black clouds in my mind descended and with that I was in no mood to do anything least of all write a blog or go out on a bike ride. The black clouds were linked to the wife lack of employment (impending lack of at the time) and the pressure such things bring (a stressful week at work did not help). Well I can report that she finished one temp contract on Friday starts another temp contract on Monday which is currently only for 4 days with a possible option for longer, plus and there is another possible temp contract in the pipe line. But as we have learnt, these options come and go quicker than rainbows (and there is no pot of gold at the end either), so I am not betting on anything.
So it was with some determination that I climbed on my bike at midday yesterday to go for a ride, the sunny warm weather forecast for Saturday morning turned out to be wet and windy. The rain stopped about 11am and most forecast were predicting showers with the rain coming back early evening. As I am a way bank holiday weekend riding I really wanted to get out and ride otherwise come next Saturday morning it would be 3 weeks since my last ride. The weather forecast for Sunday (today) was heavy rain and wind, (for once they were right) so I had to take my chance.
Before I went go riding I changed my tyres back to my winter mud tyres having fitted my summer tyres some weeks ago. Like the rest of the UK, since they announced a drought, it has not stopped raining. On taking the rear tyre off I found a very large thorn stuck in the tyre, the tyre was not flat so I guess the thorn was pretty well sealed in the tube only letting a small amount of air out of the tube. Because of the Sunday weather forecast I had planned to do a long ride on the Saturday, but with the morning rain I changed that to going on the clubs Saturday afternoon easy ride. But with black clouds looming I ended up leaving early for a ride on my own with the intention of getting back before the black clouds deposited anymore of there contents.
The local heath was just like riding in the middle of winter, mud and water everywhere, went wide in one corner, the bush grab my handle bars and steered me further into the undergrowth, fortunately I managed to get off the bike before being enveloped by the bush. I was not so lucky next time, going down a narrow trail my front wheel caught the edge of the sunken trail, as it was so muddy rather than ride up the edge the wheeled turned harder against the edge of the trail until the bike stopped and spat me out over the handle bars and in to the undergrowth, brambles make for a soft but prickly landing.
The creak I mentioned a couple of blogs ago was again missing, I have a theory on that, but I need to test that theory and wet weather is not the time to test it. Start tin to ramble so I am out of here
They are three things that normally happen on one of our rides, well it seems normal as in they seem to be happening everytime we go out lately. The first was the wife fell off her bike, not once but twice and I missed both occurrences, I just heard the scream from behind me. The first off was while negotiating a narrow mud filled path, I managed to get through, the wife got stuck and in her attempt to get through she bit the dust or rather the mud. The second one was a bit more spectacular by all accounts, rolling down a deeply rutted track the wife got the front wheel caught on the edge of one of the ruts and well, were not sure but it looked like an over the handle bars job based on where I found her sprawled on the floor and the bike on top of her.
Our second normal occurrence, is mud. We must have been around three quarters round the route before we hit the first mud (where the wife fell off first time). It was deep clay type mud and it looked like they had run the grand national along the track, it was wall to wall (or fence to fence) hoof divots. It was just a case of trying to ride through or find the driest path to wade through. It really has made a mess of the path through Ferndown forest and up the path toward Horton Tower. I can’t see the path to the tower improving when it has dried out, as it will be deeply rutted with the hoof divots.
Finally the third happening, was……………..I broke my bike again, a another spoke snapped on the rear wheel, never noticed until I was washing the bike down, I am not happy and will be penning a letter to Cannondale and tell them exactly what I think, not just about the spoke problem but the entire bike. I will let you know the response (if any) I get.
The ride itself was very enjoyable, only 12 miles but with less than 20% of it on roads, we had everything from wide bridle ways grass tracks, single dirt track and the amount of hill we went down did not seemed to be matched by the equivalent amount of hills going up even though we started and finished in the same place (pub car park). The weather was sunny from the start and although cold for the first few miles it soon warmed up. We finished a nice ride off with a drink and sandwhich at the Horton Inn although we did look a mess walking into the bar covered in mud with all the families there for an early mother days lunch!! We did the decent thing and sat out side in the sun and ate and drank and very nice it was to.
Info on Horton Tower can be found here
Here is a couple of pictures from today