So I signed up for the #festive500 just like every year but my first ride of the Christmas break told me I wasn't going to make it. #Festive265 isn't quite the same but I'm still proud of my riding achievements. Today's ride took me just over 3000 miles of cycling for the year, not my biggest total and certainly no rival to some of my cycling mates BUT I'm okay with that distance. So here we go, let's have a look at the last week and a bit and then a review of the year!
On Saturday 22nd December I left home for a a Saturday shop ride with my club mates at C&D Cycles CC. I didn't feel right at all and soon into the ride I abandoned and came home. I still don't really know why, my best guess is an end of year shut down!
By Christmas eve I was feeling much better and with my most faithful steed 'Clive,' all decked out in festive spirit I set out once again for C & D Cycles.
Lots of others got in the spirit but unlike last year Sam decided to ignore his Dad's advice and was not overdressed under the santa suit.
We headed out on a tried and tested route to Oundle, one of the original 'shop rides,' from the early days of the club in 2013.
I was better but still not quite right and was at the back or lagging behind for much of the ride. Thankfully I was looked after well and before you knew it we headed back to K town.
It was fun being out in 'fancy dress,' and we got a lot of positive reactions from people we passed. Unfortunately we also fell foul to people in a Christmas Eve rush with quite a few close passes and the odd dicey moment. I have no idea why anyone's Christmas shopping is more important than my life!
Back at the shop, Chris and Andy put on some beers and snacks for the club. A lovely touch. They look after us well all year and I really feel like we owe them a beer not the other way round! Cheers Chis and Andy...Merry Christmas!
I like to get out for a ride on my own on Christmas Day. It's my pause between the early madness of presents to cooking the Christmas dinner.
On my travels I found this sign between Arthingworth and Harrington. I made some enquiries with friends at KCC and uncovered the following regarding the marvellous cyclist that was Max: Max A celebration of Max
On the 27th...whatever day that was...crimbo limbo having set in...Ian, Andy B and Jake went to check out new locations for KCC Cyclones. We had a good look around the parkland at Ise Lodge and have found some potential venues.
After Jake had given us a tour of some challenging paths. Andy then led us on a superb offroad ride via bridleways and the Brampton Valley Way.
Jake and Ian left us on Mill Road as Andy and I checked out ho spongey the bridleway to Lamport was. Verdict: Very spongey!
Once on the Brampton Valley way, via a descent from Lamport, I regaled Andy with my local knowledge that the next bridleway went to Hazelbech. "Yes I know," he replied and I turned round to see a sign saying Hazelbech 3.5 miles! It's a good job I can laugh at myself!
Andy and I left the BVW at Arthingworth and then took a surprisingly firm bridleway to Harrington, where it seemed rude not to pop in the Tollemarche Arms (Tolly,) to buy Andy Brown, my good cycling mate a pint. I arrived home to a disgruntled Queen of Cakes who thought I was only going out for a quick ride...
As we struggle to get clubmates to join us on our off road rides Andy P decided to start this ride at Pendred towers rather than the shop with a nice little 30 miler designed by Uncle Bob. I promised Mrs Lindsley I'd only be a few hours and with permission from Lord Pendred headed to Denford.
On arrival Uncle Bob promised me 'nothing like the sufferfest I'd subjected him to a few weeks ago,' and off we set on the flat terrain and firm surfaces out to Stanwick Lakes and beyond. This is a doddle I thought. We'll be back before 1pm, I'll get home have a shower and settle down for an afternoon of sport.
Just after this ( a naughty ride that Uncle Bob let us in on after we'd cycled in a no cycling zone,) he took issue with a previous blog because I said he was lost when he in fact was indeed very lost!
Never mind more flat and very rideable surfaces took us through to the embankment in Wellingborough and up the hill from Irchester. A bit of road and we were still flying along. "make the most of it," Uncle Bob said.
Then the MUD happened. Lots and lots of MUD. When Sam fell over in a puddle it was already 1pm and we'd done 18 miles!!! 18 miles in 3 hours. I sent my wife a text...I was hoping she'd understand...Just after Santa Pod I thought I did a great video of Sam negotiating the mud and falling off in the puddle. However I pressed record after he fell off and only got footage of Sam in a puddle with his Dad helpfully taking pictures. Shortly after this we crossed the A6 and Sam's bike broke! His chainring was bent and would not straighten despite Uncle Bob finding a long bolt to whack it with. Sam ended up calling his Mum, Mrs P and we rode on without him. Clearly he was secretely pleased to get out of this ridiculous mud fest. Have a look at his bike...any clues what could possibly have gone wrong?
On we brave souls ventured. Uncle Bob kept promising that we'd done the worst bit and then we found the next worst bit! Poor Andy fell off 93 times!
Back at Pendred towers, just six short hours later we'd completed a 36 mile ride. The long suffering Sue brought us mince pies and tea whilst Andy took just 40 minutes to kindly hose all the mud off my bike.
I arrived home. Mrs L was not talking to me. I had to work my socks off to get back in the good books!!! As for Uncle Bob and his horrendous ride...I can't wait to do it all again! Top bloke, top route, stupid ride...wouldn't miss it!!!
Remarkably, given recent events, I was given permission to ride again the next day for our clubs last ride of the year!
There was a great turnout of some of my favourite riding friends and an excellent hilly route in the picturesque Welland Valley.
Surprisingly I felt spritely for the first time this Christmas. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was the easy riding of my road bike on dry roads as opposed to slogging through the mud like the day before. This was also helped by Nat's gin liquer in her spare bidon.
We stopped off at the Tolly again for a New Years Eve pint or as Andy preferred a very local Warner Edwards gin.
So that's it 2018 for cycling is done and I have 3001 miles on the clock. I'm looking forward to doing it all again in 2019 and more than anything enjoying cycling with some splendid friends.
Happy New Year everyone and Happy Pedalling
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