Chuffed to bits, a whole 5 days cycle commuting, it doesn't happen too often for general annoying "life" type reasons so when it does I'm a very happy chappy!
This morning's pedal in was brilliant, the only downer was I wished I'd stopped to photograph the beautiful sunrise, the light beating down on Clent and Romsley Hills in the distance from my vantage point at the top of Frankley Beeches was simply stunning, the landscape was bathed in a soft golden light that was heart meltingly gorgeous. It looked like some Special Effects wizard had put a filter on a camera. Marvelous!
Seeing stuff like that is one of the reasons why I pedal, whizzing along in a car on the motorway and I would've missed that.
I must address the "I've gotta get there" thing though. It's not the destination, it's the journey! Why couldn't I stop and take a picture, 30 seconds out of the pedal that's all it would have been?
Started: 30 Jul 2010 05:38:47
Ride Time: 33:45
Stopped Time: 0:00
Distance: 11.80 miles
Average: 17.36 miles/h
Fastest Speed: 38.82 miles/h
Climb: 226 feet
Yesterday's pedal home was a good one too, nothing to report so no vids.
Started: 29 Jul 2010 15:03:47
Ride Time: 42:01
Stopped Time: 0:00
Distance: 11.60 miles
Average: 14.99 miles/h
Fastest Speed: 37.53 miles/h
Climb: 292 feet
Going back to when I started pedalling the whole way to and from work, you may remember I had a Nemesis on my route home, that of "Cock Hill". Named after the Cock Pub that sits at the top.
Now it's not very long, probably 300 metres, maybe a tad more, but it is steep.
My first sojourn up there involved the Granny Gear on my MTB commuter, all evening to do it in and team of Paramedics at the top.
Now I fly up it (relative term for a fat bloke) in the big ring on my Road Bike in no time at all and feel pretty good at the top.
The name Cock Hill no longer suits it. Remember your school days? The term "Cock of the School" meant the toughest lad in the school and one you never messed with. I always thought of the name Cock Hill in those terms. The toughest hill and one you never messed with. And if you did you'd end up with a kicking.
Now I always give it a kicking and as such I need a new name for it. One that is more appropriate.
Oh, and I'm more than aware that "cock" has infinite opportunities for the usual suspects to fill their boots!