Having had a few months off at home, with a week away in Ireland about the only cycling that was done, I decided to start nice and easily through the UK. That failed on the first day, in a perfect example of how I still make stupid mistakes even with all my experience. I’d put on a new chain just before going to Ireland, and then when I got back the bike just went into the garage. I barely looked at the thing until just before I was planning to head out again, when I realised the chain had
Those of you who have been checking here for updates will have found a certain lack of them. I’ve not really got a great reason, I definitely had the time, but I guess I just didn’t really feel that motivated to write while I was home. What motivates me again? Well, I’m back on the road! Last night, I packed my bags and, if you ignore the food I’ve got in there, they’re distinctly emptier than the last time I started so I’m looking forward to working out what
The cable stopper that I was missing to put my bike together arrived while I was out and so I set to putting my bike together on the Sunday. I had to finish installing the gear cables, and then when that was done, take the bike apart again! I got one cable installed, cut the other one and then… another missing part. This time I was missing a female bayonet connector and I had a problem. It was Sunday,
Sandbach – Chester
While I was home, I got my bike repainted, and so had the fun of taking it apart and putting it back together again. While doing so I re-did the cabling and changed some other parts. It was not a complete disaster, but it wasn’t far off. My mum and I would do one part of putting the bike together and then hit a stumbling block that needed a side task and delay to continue. From accidentally putting my chainring on the wrong side, because I wasn’t paying any
Boo – Santander – Colden Common
I’d arrived in Boo on the Saturday, and my ferry wasn’t until the Monday. That meant I had Sunday, my birthday, as a day off. Jesus invited me on a road trip to Madrid, which was tempting, but it would have been 4 hours each way to spend the afternoon there. Aitziber, Jesus’s partner, was going on a girls day-out – impressive as she was 9 months pregnant and due to give birth anytime.
I spent the day with Uvi, who took me out to