Took a day off Friday before my head exploded from all the pressure of the last few weeks. No particular plans other than to make the most of the glorious spring weather. Having checked the forecast I planned to ride out to Banbury. Forecast was for a SE breeze kicking up mid morning, so as Banbury is SE of Warwick I thought if I get out early enough I can get there in calm air and take advantage of the tailwind on the way back. To make it more interesting I planned to head out over Burton Dasset hills and Edge Hill then along the Stratford road to Banbury and straight back to Warwick.
Turns out though that Imogen had a prize giving assembly. Now, occassionally the newspapers print ridiculous articles about how much it costs to bring up a child. As if it were a financial decision. I don't care how many hundreds of thousands of pounds it is currently estimated at but the sight of the proud smile on Imogen's face as she was presented with her award was worth every penny. And more. And I'd do it again.
However, that didn't stop me cursing the assembly by the time I did get out, because the wind had indeed picked up and I was headed, once again, straight into it. It wasn't as strong as recent trips, but never the less, every time I hunkered down against it, or stood up into it, I cursed Coten End school!
A pretty uneventful ride in all, 72km, 2 hours 34 minutes 1831 calories. One reason I picked this route was to take advantage of the 10% hill at Warmington, which i've ridden up a few times but never down. It didn't disappoint at 67.5kph.
Its payday next Friday and I'm treating myself to some new cycling shoes. My current ones have covered well over 5000 miles. I feel I'm due a new pair. Look at these sexy little beasts.
So Imogen and I tripped over to the LBS to try some on and to play in the park afterwards. Everybody was happy.
Saturday, Ed and I took a short 24km ride round Beausale. Now, I must be some kind of hideous human because not one, not two, but three motorists, all unprovoked as far as I could see, took the time to wind down their windows and tell me exactly what they thought of me and my bike. One I'd put down to experience, but three, it must be me. I'm off for therapy.
486 calories 1 hour 3 abusive motorists (none of whom, interestingly, took up my offer to discuss their opinions.)
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