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Whether it's five miles or five hundred miles, riding a bicycle is more fun than anyone ever told me! My New Year's Resolution to cycle 10 miles a day or 40 minutes on a spin bike has meant that by the end of May I have cycled 2,600 miles! Because of my cycling wardrobe the weather has not stopped me from cycling (unless it really is -5 degrees or with wind gusts of 25 mph). Cycling in style and in comfort is really important to me as I don't really want to be covered in logos looking like a Ninja as I buy groceries or attend meetings. I have found some things that work for me but am always looking for new pieces. For me, Evans Cycles and Cycle Surgery for the basics. My two favourite brands for my wardrobe are www.velorution.com and www.velovixen.com but I am always looking for new pieces. I would love to know what works for you and why. Happy cycling!

Sunday 26 May 2013

The Power of the Pedal - Mice goes to Burnham on Crouch



Mice merges two days together 82 Miles 12.4 ave, top speed 27.9 on the Road Bike.

36 hours after a fabulous trip to Normandy I was off to Hyde Park Corner to meet up with the Fridays to ride to Burnham on Crouch.


My recently acquired Cyo 2 light and hub dynamo thingy (luckily specced directly to the shop by Arallsopp who knows a thing or two about - well everything!) had done me well in France. Fit and Forget was the expression Mmmartin had used. No batteries, extra lights, faffing, are they on or off - nothing to think about.  Apart from the battle of the Shimano adjuster which was battling with the light switch.  

A pootle round Hyde Park proved the point when I could not change into the big ring at the front.  Turning up at an FNRttC with a mechanical is not what night riding is about.  Very, very luckily for me the Lovely CharlieB, Flying Dodo and TimH armed with a cable tie fixed the problem during the safety talk.  Thank you peeps. Truly.
 

This meant that I couldnt spend as much time gawping at Flying Dodo and Rebecca Olds tandem.  I have been so excited about them doing a ride on their bike since the moment they bought it last year. And here it was.  I tried to take as many photos of it and them as possible.  


Despite the concern of the cable, there is something completely magical about reaching Hyde Park Corner for an FNRttC.  The little lights flashing, the hellos to people you know as friends and those who soon become them, the sounds of laughter about nothing in particular, the worries about the wardrobe and the wager on whether a certain cyclist with legs longer than I have ever seen will be there before midnight... (he was)! The Banter, the bicycles - will Ianrauk notice how clean my bike is (he did!) It's all fantastic.


The safety talk was completed, the All Up Man was frozen up in South London so the Agent H took the role and stayed at the back of the ride in his place.  We weaved our way down to Parliament Square, along the embankment and eastwards to Essex.  
Regrouping at various spots on the way, waymarkers marking the way, the night life of London full of alcohol, high heels and mild hysteria.  The welcome to Essex from a chap staggering out of a pub "F+++ in 'ell - it's the F+++ in Tour de France innit!"

A turn to the right, to the left, up to Brentwood and out into the countryside.  It was cold - the Nelson Carradice is perfect for extra gloves, socks, jackets, gilets and indeed a fleece (I hate being cold) none of which I needed for quite some time.

I never quite know where I am on these rides but suddenly we are in the countryside.  The sky was clear and the moon was full and visible. 
We swooped past houses, up and down hills twisting and turning as we weaved our way towards Stock. 

I did a wayfaring stint on the way and once the All Up words were heard headed off admiring the power of my new light highlighting potholes and things not to cycle over.  This included Stuaff!  He was in the middle of the road kindly guiding us all over a little bridge rather than go through a ford.  I thought he might have trouble persuading Olav to use the bridge...! (When Olav and I cycled to Germany in November we went through fords that covered his Moulton Hub!)

There was a moment when the moon high in the sky could be seen at the same time that a tiny but very powerful orange ball could be seen peeping from the horizon.  Beautiful.  Little did I know what was to follow.

Arriving in Stock Village Hall always makes me smile. It's one of my favourite stopsies. The welcome so warm, the food fantastic and the lovely Tully family serving smiles and sandwiches without a hint of what time it really is!  Not forgetting their Bakewell Tart which is the very best ever.


It's always colder after a stop.  I put on another layer and we headed out into the dawn.  What a dawn.  The red sky was breathtaking in itself but nothing prepared me for the sunrise.  

I don't remember ever seeing something so beautiful.  The sun had three wisps of cloud across it - like a Christmas tree decoration. 

 It truly took my breath away.

The roads ahead were typical FNRttC standard. Narrow, weaving, rolling, full of laughter and enormous fun.  


Heading towards Burnham on Crouch I did waymarked another turn.  What a spot.  


A lovely little lane which gave me the opportunity to take pics of peeps as they headed towards me.


Burnham on Crouch is a marvellous place. The cafe is absolutely tops.  How they keep us all so well fed, so efficiently with great service I have no idea.




After breakfast I was allowed to have a ride on the Tandem. OMG!  How exciting was that!  We rode up and down the waterside - it was really comfortable and I loved it!  Thank you Flying Dodo and Rebecca O!


A further 17 miles later found us past Morden and at Witham where mathematicians did their Group Save Stuff!  About a mile later from Liverpool Street Station we were in Look Mum No Hands (or rather Look Mum No Chips) for beersies.




A truly great Friday Night Ride with fab peeps and lots of fun.  Thank you everyone! 

All the pics are here