4 December. The chances for getting out (i.e. any weather that doesn't involve wind and rain) are becoming fewer and farther between. And now I'm finding that my Dutch bike*, no matter how much I like and appreciate it, just isn't capable of coping off-road. Actually, off-tarmac would be a better description. So that cuts down my available route options. To one direction, basically. And for those of you old enough to remember Victor Meldrew, today that took me to the spot that he died:
I should have heeded the fact that Victor was a hit-and-run victim, since that would have prepared me for the abuse that was hurled at me from the motorist who tried to force me off the road on the way back.
So, eight days since the last ride. And because it's no fun cycling through storms. Not that I'd what you to think I'm a wuss. For many years I used to cycle every weekday through rain and shine when I commuted to an office. But I don't have to do that any more.
So expect slim pickings until it's springtime once more.
3 November. I only cycle for the sheer pleasure of cycling. Which means that if I know it's not going to be a pleasurable ride, then I don't do it. Top reason for not cycling is rain: there really is no pleasure (unless it's masochistic) to be had from cycling in the rain. So I'd not expected to still be having great rides in November. But I am. So until Spring 2016 every day and every ride is a bonus worth celebrating.