It was a sunny but breezy afternoon and definitely late summer rather than height of summer temperatures—good riding weather. After trying my hand at road biking last week, it was good to get on a mountain bike again this week. The Ridgeback hadn't seen much action recently, mainly because the rear mech was bugging me, but I swapped mechs the other day and it was riding sweetly . . .
. . . Until it stopped riding sweetly because one of the jockey wheels worked its way loose. With one washer lost, the indexing wasn't quite perfect, so I headed back to base to get the Stumpy and, five miles or so later, I was back in the same spot.
Tankerton:
Cycling along the seafront toward Hillborough was a slog against a strong headwind, so I stopped for some extra sports nutrition:
The wind was so strong it was eroding the ice cream, whipping off globules of sugary unhealthiness that I wanted. So, I wolfed it down as quickly as I could and headed on.
The seagulls thought they'd found something interesting:
On the way back—kitesurfing at Whitstable:
Finally, a couple of shots from the Crab and Winkle Way on the way back home:
35 miles in total and, after a frustrating start, a great afternoon's ride.
Short ride down to the local forest, then hiked through it while hauling the bike along. It has some pretty steep sections which I didn't capture on the phone, mostly because I was out of breath and sweating like hell as I tried to make it up to the top before the runner with his dog behind me could catch up. I failed utterly as he ran past, beating his dog around the corner - leaving me behind like the overly breathy lard dragon I am.
Two weeks is too long to be away from the handlebars. The thrill of returning almost denied a photo, as I was nearly home before remembering.
Unfortunately it's a repeat of one I've taken before.
Life takes over and sometimes denies you the opportunity to do something you love, just for a little while. When you come back to it you appreciate it that little bit more.