Today I ave been mostly riding my Rourke Frankencx/mtb.
As the weather here has recently been alternating between wet'n'warm or dry with gale force winds, I have not made the opportunity to try the Rourke with it's new 12-32 cassette, so this afternoon I gave it a go.
A week of almost constant rain made the rocky climb into the woods a bit of a chore, but once in the woods I had a great fun thrash around.
How do you get lost in woods you know like the back of your hand? Easy, ride after dark with just a helmet mounted light... great fun.
Anyway, I'm now covered in mud, as is the bike.
The ride was a touch under ten miles, 1000ft of climbing and a max speed of 32M.P.H., held back by a lady in a Ford Ka(ck) who insisted on braking when a car came towards us (on the wide two lane road that you could happily get two double decker buses along). :facepalm:
Best incident of the ride, was on the road towards the woods. We who ride on the road are all farmiliar with car drivers who make a huge meal of overtaking, only to then 30 yards later, slam their brakes on, indicate and pull to the left or right to park. Well, tonight a prize plonker took that practice to a whole new level; revving like mad and following another car past me, he did the brake slam/ indicate thing, while actually alongside me, in fact I was level with his passenger door as he started to slow. :facepalm:
Needless to say I vocalised my thoughts on his driving prowess, having braked hard and swerved to avoid being squished into the kerb he decided to park against. :evil:
They walk...... actually they drive among us.