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| Great Ayton under cloud |
Cyclists can find plenty of excuses for riding poorly or not riding at all. The weather's too wet, it's too cold, I've been ill, my bike's not set up right. I've found plenty of reasons for not getting on my bike when I'm not in the mood. The predictable thing is, once I'm out riding, no matter how little enthusiasm I feel at the start of the ride my mood always picks up as the miles go by.
New Year came wet and windy and I started the year with a cold; not ill but enough to keep me off the bike for a few days. Yesterday, with few commitments at work and a mild day outdoors, I got out to ride my first few kilometres of the year. Apart from a coughing fit, which cleared a week's worth of mucous from my tubes, I had a nice easy ride before darkness and rain set in. The landscape was sodden; roads, fields, woods, everything waterlogged after the wettest December on record but the rain held off for a couple of hours until I was safely home.
Today I was able to sneak out for another ride, arranged overnight on the club's Facebook page. A few people seemed interested but only three riders met in Great Ayton; myself, Mark and Harry. I'd ridden with Mark before; he's a fit rider but not in the same league as Harry, the strongest young rider in the club. I'm about 35 years older than he is and nothing like as fit; my planned steady ride was disappearing fast.
For the first half hour or so I simply stuck fast to Harry's wheel as he tapped along at a fast cadence, chatting to Mark. On the undulating road towards Hutton Rudby from Seamer turbines I was just about hanging on but the lads had to wait for me at the top of Hutton bank. I'd enjoyed watching Harry's back wheel but was pleased when he rode off towards Yarm, leaving Mark and me to take a breather and drop the pace. We rode a steady loop out through the lanes before stopping for a tasty sausage bun and coffee at Roots farm shop and café.
By the time I'd got home I'd ridden about 70km. Strava recorded my ride out from Ayton to Craythorne, where Harry left us, as a series of personal records. It must be great to be young, fit and fast but I'll settle for being older and slower so long as I'm still riding my bike.



