Well, I haven't been doing much riding recently. I've probably averaged
about a ride a month over the alleged summer, and my fitness levels are
lower than ever. I was Morris dancing the other night and realised
I'll soon need a sports bra.:o
So today, the weather was excellent, and I had the whole day free...
I arrive at the car park in Sherwood Forest to find everyone else has
noticed the good weather too. It's hard to find a parking space. I
then walk back to the ticket machine and find the price has gone up 50%
over the summer.
I mount and set off along a familiar wide track, with tall pine trees
to my right, full of kids screaming and shouting as they walk and
scramble along the wires of the "Go Ape!" facility.
( http://www.goape.co.uk/ContentArticle.aspx?Id=95 )
A couple of people ahead of me are plodding along in the wrong gears on
mountainbikes. One of them notices me approaching, and they are shamed
into speeding up a bit. On the KH24 with 165s, I am still not going
that much slower than them!
At the first opportunity, I turn off onto a narrow single track path
that weaves beneath the canopy of trees. The ground is undulating but
firm, and the wheel makes no noise on the carpet of pine needles.
Back out onto a main track, and again I meet mountain bikers, plodding
along and missing all the best bits of the forest.
At every chance, I take the narrower track, always aiming up hill to
gain some early gravity karma. I am pleased that after about a month
with no exercise to speak of, I am spinning along fairly briskly.
Part of my regular route takes me along a narrow path at the edge of
the woods. Somehow I find myself entering this section from the wrong
end, and stomping up a moderately steep hill. On a whim, I turn off
and swoop up and over a low bank onto a wider track that runs around a
field boundary. This is glorious: out of the shade of the trees, the
sun is shining down on me. Parts of the forest here are beech or
birch, and the leaves are many hues of red, gold and yellow.
Unfortunately, the route itself becomes a bit boring to ride and rather
full of families on bicycles, all of whom feel the ened to comment, so
I take another couple of turns, and find my way back to the point where
I came over the bank. It is slightly more difficult in this direction,
but I make it over without a UPD. I feel quite smug that I can still
do it after such a break.
A bit later, I find myself plodding up a long sandy and gravelly hill.
My way is blocked by a fallen tree, but I keep going and, as expected,
I find a new path that skirts around the obstacle. Somehow, clumsily,
lazily, complacently, or just knackeredly, I UPD just as I get back
onto the original path. I've probably ridden a mile and a half so I
need a break anyway.
After a short break, I remount, and continue my semi random route
through the forest, sometimes under tall stately pines, sometimes
ducking and battling my way between small plantation conifers.
Sometimes the trees are silver birch, with their silver trunks and
golden leaves. Dry autumn leaves carpet the floor.
Then on a narrow path, I see a jogger coming towards me, and he has a
dog: a weimeraner.
http://tinyurl.com/25ny55
It comes lolloping towards me at high speed like a slightly camp Hound
of the Baskervilles, drawn in pastels. The owner shouts it, but it
ignores him, so I dismount to appear more human, and try to befriend
it. It ignores me, preferring instead to wade in a deep muddy puddle.
I exchange pleasantries with the jogger, then carry on my way.
And then I turn off onto a narrow path between small plantation
conifers, and I see something ahead that looksl like an animal... a
large dog? No, it's a deer, its head bent down as it grazes. It is
blocking my path, but that's no problem - It's a rare privilege to get
a good sighting of a deer in this part of the forest. In dozens of
rides around here, I've only had one good sighting before, and that was
near sunset.
I stand stock still and watch the deer. It seems to be ignoring me, so
I slowly creep towards it. It must be 100 metres or more away. It
lifts its head and I see the antlers in silhouette. It is a stag - a
roe deer, I think. This link is to something broadly similar:
http://www.dcs.gov.uk/Graphics/ecologyRoeBuck.jpg
I watch the stag for what seems like ages, gradually creeping towards
him. Every so often, he looks up, judges my distance, then carries on
grazing. Then I hear sounds behind, and it is the jogger and his dog,
running towards the deer. I put up my hand as a warning, and the
jogger seems to understand immediately, because he turns off down a
side track without comment, taking his dog with him.
After another couple of minutes, I get too bold, and the deer is
suddenly gone.
Later in the ride, more silver birch trees, and beneath them are fly
agarics, their bright red caps with their distinctive white spots.
This is just the time to see them before they start to get broken and
rotten. Beautiful things:
http://tinyurl.com/3xwoa4
And then I find the area of humps and hollows where the BMXers never
seem to congregate any more. Over the summer, someone has been with a
digger and made a real mess of it, so I spend only a few minutes here
before moving on. As I leave, I start the descent of a steep bank, I
UPD unnecessarily and I have to run to avoid falling over. My first
foot step is heavy, and jars my back. Hours later, my shoulder is
stiff and sore, and you really don't want to know what I'm typing this
with.😉
Already, and hour or so into the ride, I am feeling tired. Fitness
goes so quickly, and is a little bit harder to regain each time. I get
into a series of those annoying UPDs where the pedal sort of rolls
forward under your foot, dumping you on the ground before you can do
anything about it. It's a sure sign of fatigue, and bad technique
creeping in. Another sure sign of fatigue is the swearing it
provokes.
From here, I find mainly familiar routes, with one or two interesting
diversions, back to the car park. After about an hour and three
quarters, I am totally zonked. But the good thing is, I seem to have
lost no confidence or skill, only the stamina.
Back home and a bath to freshen up. I look in the mirror: those moobs
are no smaller.:o
I couldn't think of a deliberate mistakes quiz (I'm out of practice),
so here's a general knowledge question:
What has always had 13, but has gone from 13 to 15 to 20, 21, 23, 24,
25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 43, 44, 45, 46,
48, 49 and then, not necessarily finally, to 50? Answers by PM.
--
Mikefule
Everyone seeks the illusion of purpose.
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