Packing light for two days
The cafe at the halfway point was closed, as it has been every time I counted on it. Nothing about this route is remarkable, which is exactly why I like it.
A cycling notebook: small roads, long days, simple bikes.
Headwind all the way home
The saddle needed a few millimetres of adjustment and then it disappeared, as a good one should. The descent on the far side is narrow, with one blind corner that I always take too carefully. Nothing about this route is remarkable, which is exactly why I like it. Wider tyres at lower pressure changed the bike more than any other part I have bought.
Fixing a puncture in the rain
Rain was forecast for the afternoon and for once it kept to the schedule. I carry two tubes, a pump and a small multitool, and so far that has always been enough. There was a headwind for the whole second half, so I stopped looking at the speed.
A hundred kilometres with no plan
Wider tyres at lower pressure changed the bike more than any other part I have bought. Nothing about this route is remarkable, which is exactly why I like it.
The hill behind the village
My legs were fine; it was my hands that complained by the end. Wider tyres at lower pressure changed the bike more than any other part I have bought. The climb is not steep, but it goes on for longer than the map suggests. Nothing about this route is remarkable, which is exactly why I like it.
The first cold ride of the year
There was a headwind for the whole second half, so I stopped looking at the speed. The descent on the far side is narrow, with one blind corner that I always take too carefully. My legs were fine; it was my hands that complained by the end.