About 3 days ago when I stumbled upon a pistonheads thread on building the bloodhound ssc and read the whole thing. There's some serious engineering porn posted up on there
Oh cock - that wasn't whilst out riding
Er...can't really remember, probs when riding the West Highland Way, the view into Loch Lomand when heading from the North (just before the hike a bike bit that I wasn't expecting). That was way back in 2011 or 12...
Sunday and Monday this week in Anglesey. First one was the view overlooking red wharf bay and the second was at RAF Valley watching the pilots flying in formation and practicing landing
This afternoon on Anglesey, sat in glorious blue sky sunshine, took a photo, posted it on twitter feeling all smug....
and then the sea fog rolled in, temp dropped ten degrees, visibility almost zero, got all my spare clothes on and sat around for ten minutes till the visibility improved enough to get riding again
Simon, you weren't by any chance riding an onone fat bike were you ?, I saw those unmistakable tyre tracks at Rhosnigr on Monsay and Newbourough yesterday
Sat 1st March on Black Hill near Clun, we found snow on the summit and a shaded forest track where we were ice breaking as we rode along, it was the only
time that I've really got to experience the sound with all the wetness that prevailed this winter, it didn't last long and we were in to spring sunshine as we rode up to Bury Ditches
Zippy wrote:
Er...can't really remember, probs when riding the West Highland Way, the view into Loch Lomand when heading from the North (just before the hike a bike bit that I wasn't expecting). That was way back in 2011 or 12...
I also remember working hard in my final year at uni, looking at the time and thinking "ah bugger it, I'm going for a spin on my bike, I reckon I can make it to the top of Beacon Hill as the sun sets if I put the hammer down". Low and behold, it was worth it (felt better as it really was a release from heavy brain work).
I also remember working hard in my final year at uni, looking at the time and thinking "ah bugger it, I'm going for a spin on my bike, I reckon I can make it to the top of Beacon Hill as the sun sets if I put the hammer down". Low and behold, it was worth it (felt better as it really was a release from heavy brain work).
Did a similar thing today. After feeling a bit for much of the last fortnight and getting increasingly hacked off with red tape and bureaucracy, I knocked off work early and headed straight up into the hills to enjoy the sunshine. Lovely inversion on the way down.
Simon, yes, been here all week, either riding my Fargo or walking the dog, out every day so far, not done so much exercise for years, annoyed I didnt bring my Mukluk as well
been checking out some back roads ( and lost roads) with a view to linking lots of old roads together as best I can, still trying to get hold of older maps
Didn't relies a mate had taken a snap of me riding back from Loch Eanaich on the Blue Pig.
I thought it wasn't a bad snap and it really captured the landscape and the day.
Ian, I have work-place envy.. looks fantastic there. Not bad here, but that's some proper scenery.
For me, last sunday morning, 6.30am. Nowhere exotic, just rolled away from a cosy bivi under a tree on dry leaves, full of coffee and mars-porridge, spotted a possible route through some woods on a small ridge-hill on the Lambourne Downs that meant riding into the rising sun and a warm morning's mist. Took it and ended up on a nice downhill onto a quiet lane and some singletrack. Always a great time to be on unplanned trails that work out. I remember thinking why I don't bivi too often, that first 30mins or so of riding at that time of the morning is always an amazing, unique feeling and I don't want it to become normal.
jameso wrote:Ian, I have work-place envy.. looks fantastic there. Not bad here, but that's some proper scenery.
I have to remind myself how good it is here sometimes. Strange as might sound, I do get a bit bored with the Beacons sometimes, but last nights ride rejuvenated my love for this place. Being able to get to over 700 metres elevation in a little over an hour to watch the sun go down takes some beating. The perfect antidote to the less glamourous and mind-numbing aspects of my job.
I like that part of Wales a lot, one of my favourite riding areas. It feels very open, lots of space. Helps that it's not far from the FOD and Cotswolds, used to live in Stroud.