Heee’s back…

Not much to show for it, managed to get round the ‘usual twelve miles’ daily route without falling off. Funnily enough it seems to be much more tiring after spending five weeks hardly moving.

A couple of days later, and I’m out again, frustratingly halfway round I have to bail as the battery is dying on the lights and the weather is too bad to risk it without. Just clocking up a mere seven and a half miles, fortunately the route I use crosses itself several times so it’s a lot quicker directly home from the halfway mark.

And then the weekend arrived, so off to Winchester. Made it, but slower than before, must be slacking!


I seem to be blessed with excessive amounts of negative “Luck o the Irish” (I’ll pause while those that need to have a quick Google for the phrase).

First world problems beset me, before real ones made an appearance. Just a few miles into the ride my headset announced it would be shutting down soon, then nagged me relentlessly, especially when I was trying to hear a key point, just as I was getting ready for the next program in my list –

Rob Newman's Neuropolis
Rob Newman’s Neuropolis







and managed to get all the way into the first line, when silence fell!

Then a few miles further the real problem happened, I finished climbing the steepest hill on the route and went to change gear – only to find that the control was locked solid. So now instead of an eighteen gear cycle I had three at best. This can be summarized as uphill – ‘Phew’, ‘Crikey’ & ‘No Way’ and downhill as ‘I think the chain has fallen off’, ‘I’m sure it has’ and ‘I guess I’ll find out when I run out of downhill’. (more…)

Let’s start with things I have noticed since starting to ride – again, that is.

Getting back on a bike I find that some things have changed, and some are just the same(ish), just more moderner. There is still the same lack of understanding between those that never cycle and those that only cycle – which seem to dominate the news – strange really when most of us do both and know what is going on from both points of view. Anyways, here’s a brief list of things I have noticed in my travels so far:

  • With the sun behind me my shadow looks like an acorn balanced on the top of an orange stuck on a stick – most flattering.
  • If nobody is looking and I am passing a ‘keep left’ sign cars with loud exhausts are allowed to ignore the sign and go the wrong way down the road, doubly fast if it is designed for traffic calming or a safety refuge.
  • Cycle pathways are designed by people who hate cyclists and pedestrians – really, who else would put vehicles that can reach over 30 mph and cruise around half of that on the same path as pedestrians (and dogs on leads).
  • People who plot out the national cycle routes are obsessed with height. Will take you down the tiniest muddy road just to get you to climb a hill that would be better described as a cliff. Oh, and poo, they seem to adore routes that pass through as many “<insert animal name here> have just used this way and made it slippery” tracks as possible.