Whilst I stood with Matt, sheltering from the rain outside the refreshment area, looking out onto a calm but pock marked lake where only ducks feared to venture and Swifts swooped low, two observations came to mind.
Last week’s night ride was a less relentless pace to the previous week. With the gears on my Inbred continuing to play up, preventing me selecting the granny ring, I started to toy with an idea I alluded to in my 11 things for Mountain Bikers post.
I appear to suffer much misfortune when it comes to bike lights, particularly my rear light.
Last night’s mid week night ride took us over toward Ranmore and the White Downs at a furious pace.
As I am the only Mole who didn’t get a name check in Matt’s post about our outing to Holmbury Hill, (probably due to the fact I made it the whole way round without falling off or breaking my Mountain Bike), I thought I might post a few words about last night’s ride.
Sunday saw us travelling over to Holmbury Hill for some fun on the dusty dry trails that have suddenly appeared everywhere. The plan was to make the most of Dave and Jem’s new Orange Fives and have a morning of Mountain Biking fun in the Surrey Hills singletrack.
My commute into work takes me along the A24 to Dorking, past Box Hill and the Denbies vinyard and escarpment. Driving in this morning, the weather is warm and dry, the hawthorn hedges are just about to burst into life, the sun is shining and the sky is blue. Perfect conditions in fact to put some zest back into tired … Read the rest…
After an extended break I made it out onto the trails at the weekend in the company of Dave, Jem and Neil.
So the nights have started to draw in again, not immediately obvious perhaps given that’s it’s only mid August, until you try to get out on the bike in the evenings. Starting at 7:30 it doesn’t take more than an hour before there’s an obvious need for lights out on the trails.