So as Tuesdays are obliged to do, it rolled round once more. Quick phone call to Pete on the Monday night and we decided to do the Pete Pootle again.
Short blast to Pete and Shiela’s place and waiting to set off I was happy to be feeling much much better than last week.
All ready, we pedalled off down the main road and at the first off road part, with some glee I might add, I noticed that I’d finally (after much fettling) got that left feckin pedal working.
At the top of the first climb I found Pete trying in vain to wheely. Now I can’t wheely for toffee either (especially not with clipless pedals) but I used to ride with a guy who can. Vinny (hello if your out there mate!) could Wheely for England and in all honesty was sickeningly talented on a bike. I mentioned this to Pete and through a long story involving a Unicycle and a guy called Titch (you couldn’t make this shit up) it turned out he knew him too. Small old world.
Down past the chapel and again I didnt make the short steep climb. I couldn’t blame the pedal this time. Errmm, it was, errr, yeah, wrong kind of sunlight. That’s it bad light. Bad light stopped me from making that climb. Not a general lack of technique and fitness, oh no. Bad light.
Onwards and upwards we circled the reservoir again. When I got to the grass descent I fairy-ed last week, I flew down and out of the saddle stomping on the cranks blasted up the climb back to the top boosting my Trail Karma in the process. From there on in it was back home to base same route as last week.
Is it a brilliant ride… not really. Is it fantastic to be pedalling with friends?
Always
Fat Lad
