Sweeties, Pies and Ginger

Went out on the bike last night, just felt a bit fed up when I got home from work and though it would cheer me up. So I left Cottenham and headed North to Wilburton and then turned left down to Aldreth. It had all been going well up to this point and the only reason I’d gone down the Aldreth is I’d never been there before and wanted to see what it was like.

Aldreth is small, is what it’s like and once you’ve blasted through it you end up spat out onto a single track farm road. This wouldn’t be so bad if the quality of the road was okay, but it was terrible. It reminded me of the Paris-Roubaix World Cup cycle race that is dubbed the “Hell of the North”, as they cycle along single track cobbled farm roads.

What I could see was quite scenic, although it was all a bit shoogly as I was being bounced all over the place by the holes in the road. I’m just really glad that I’d pumped up my tyres to 120psi and that it wasn’t raining. As nice as it was I don’t think I’ll take that detour again and I’ll just head for Willingham.

So once I was back on the main road I headed for Willingham and then Rampton, before coming full circle back into Cottenham. I was totally knackered by the time I got back and my arse was in agony from my new saddle. I think I’m going to have to adjust it all before I go out on it again, I’m not sure if the new saddle has slightly increased the height of my riding position or not. The new helmet was great though, as you could really feel the air flow over your head, something, my old helmet actively discouraged.