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Lots happened on today's spin, decided I didn't need knee warmers and was cursing that I had no short sleeve jerseys clean to wear and brought my windshell as I figured the forecast rain showers would dry off pretty quickly in the warm weather and off of a warm Rollingscone.
Went Cruagh-Viewpoint-Featherbeds- Sally Gap, Manor Kilbride- my legs seemed dead today and the weather couldn't make up its mind, it started to rain twice on the way to the Yellow house but then stopped. I wibbled up Cruagh road at 10kph while some guy with 2% body fat and an allergy to sitting tore past me and was coming back time before I reached the second bridge. At this point it seemed a little cooler than I expected.
The grey gusty weather continued up on to the feather beds where a Homoerotictension* of Teenage boys in one of their mummy's cars made a grab for me out of the back window as they passed, and another much better fitter cyclist zipped by me not long after.
It was freezing cold on my legs at this stage and I did a lot of the journey to the Gap and beyond to crossroads wearing my windshell long enough for the sun to come out and make it too warm. I seemed to just be dragging wheels for a lot of it and got to the top of the gap in full sight of bemused tourists at a painful 7kph.
On the descent to Manor Kilbride, I braked way too much on that first sharp drop down even as the first bit of real rain and a cutting wind hit me for the day, although that died down quick enough, next a number of biting midges showed that speed was no obstacle to them and managed to land on my face at about 37kph, and proceed to dine. One even let the updraft carry him under my glasses and into my eyeball.
In the vicinity of Kilbride I linked up with my Dad on his Carrerra Zelos and Aldi gear and we pootled along at a respectable speed along the back roads to Lacken, before turning back not long past the Blessington Bridge on account of the steadily worsening conditions, my dear Pater who had been chipping along at 25-30kph (he hit 40+ on a few of the short descents) on the way out, was far more cautious in the wet so we endured icewater soaking our kit, surface water being sprayed on us by passing traffic and lots of frustrated thought of all of the great winter cycling gear sitting back at my place in town.
I offered to take the heroic option and make my own way home but after very little (i.e. no) arm twisting I agreed to take the broom wagon.
65KM
44KM solo 21 with my dad.
Max spd 49kph
Avg spd 20kph.
Near Assgrabs x1.
Both a bit of a kicker of a day for my ego and a really nice chance to get out with the old man.
*I believe this is the correct term for a group of privileged School senior boys.0 -
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a good read, about the numpty school boys, if it looks like an ass they will grab at it regardless of the owners gender. They generally tend to be all mouth & no trousers, from experience, the one making all the noise is the windiest one, a quick verbal slap on the cheek will have them all scattering like dry leaves!rollingscone wrote: »Lots happened on today's spin, decided I didn't need knee warmers and was cursing that I had no short sleeve jerseys clean to wear and brought my windshell as I figured the forecast rain showers would dry off pretty quickly in the warm weather and off of a warm Rollingscone.
Went Cruagh-Viewpoint-Featherbeds- Sally Gap, Manor Kilbride- my legs seemed dead today and the weather couldn't make up its mind, it started to rain twice on the way to the Yellow house but then stopped. I wibbled up Cruagh road at 10kph while some guy with 2% body fat and an allergy to sitting tore past me and was coming back time before I reached the second bridge. At this point it seemed a little cooler than I expected.
The grey gusty weather continued up on to the feather beds where a Homoerotictension* of Teenage boys in one of their mummy's cars made a grab for me out of the back window as they passed, and another much better fitter cyclist zipped by me not long after.
It was freezing cold on my legs at this stage and I did a lot of the journey to the Gap and beyond to crossroads wearing my windshell long enough for the sun to come out and make it too warm. I seemed to just be dragging wheels for a lot of it and got to the top of the gap in full sight of bemused tourists at a painful 7kph.
On the descent to Manor Kilbride, I braked way too much on that first sharp drop down even as the first bit of real rain and a cutting wind hit me for the day, although that died down quick enough, next a number of biting midges showed that speed was no obstacle to them and managed to land on my face at about 37kph, and proceed to dine. One even let the updraft carry him under my glasses and into my eyeball.
In the vicinity of Kilbride I linked up with my Dad on his Carrerra Zelos and Aldi gear and we pootled along at a respectable speed along the back roads to Lacken, before turning back not long past the Blessington Bridge on account of the steadily worsening conditions, my dear Pater who had been chipping along at 25-30kph (he hit 40+ on a few of the short descents) on the way out, was far more cautious in the wet so we endured icewater soaking our kit, surface water being sprayed on us by passing traffic and lots of frustrated thought of all of the great winter cycling gear sitting back at my place in town.
I offered to take the heroic option and make my own way home but after very little (i.e. no) arm twisting I agreed to take the broom wagon.
65KM
44KM solo 21 with my dad.
Max spd 49kph
Avg spd 20kph.
Near Assgrabs x1.
Both a bit of a kicker of a day for my ego and a really nice chance to get out with the old man.
*I believe this is the correct term for a group of privileged School senior boys.
thanks for the images of hell that can be experienced while out "enjoying" yourself on a spin!0 -
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