Well the title has nothing to do with this post - just wanted to see how many extra readers it attracted - caught you looking!
Wow – it’s autumn time already. Summer has gone and is but a memory. It only seems five minutes since we were still waiting for a spell of glorious hot weather – that’s probably because the thought was still there all the way to September.
My mid-summer curse has continued – I’m sat sitting in the office and its two hours until home time – its gloriously sunny and my mind is focussed on a bike ride – then at less than half an hour to go – the sky darkens and just as home time arrives so does the rain blown in on a howling gale that was a gentle breeze all day long.
So another cycling season is over, its time to dig out the lights, mudguards and over shoes for a winter of chilly fingers and rosy cheeks. My name will be officially changed to “Seen that daft b****** out on his bike in this weather” and all sense of reason will go out of the window for the sake of grabbing an hour on the bike.
We head towards winter and Christmas at an alarming rate and that means two things – crap presents related to cycling and a whole load of overeating and drinking that’ll take right up ‘til March to work off. Mum’ll buy me some track mitts from the local bike shop – she always does – usually a different brand from last year – often a different size too! Then some random aunt will get me something like a puncture repair kit or a spanner set for a kid’s toolkit.
Oh and nearly forgot the third thing – at least one self righteous guy from the club telling you he never missed any training over the winter regardless of the weather – every club has at least one – I think there’s a clause in the rule book states you need one before you can be an official club.
Big slaps for the first person who at the start of next season says they’ve not been doing much or haven’t been going well or only done a few miles and then scorches up the road in a club record or wipes a minute of their PB. As above its in the rule book that every club should have at least one of these members on their books in order to remain an affiliated club.
Well that's enough for now - more waffle soon little Forres people.
Tuesday 14 October 2008
Thursday 21 August 2008
Summer?
Well I’m sat at work looking at the sudden end of summer as the rain pours down in torrents. Any training done tonight will involve the turbo or the gym – you must think I’m a complete dafty if you think I’ll even entertain the idea of going out on the road in that. If the weather man’s website has a severe weather warning on it that’s good enough excuse for me to stop indoors – and I’m not minded to get my bike dirty either.
The only ray of sunshine this week has been the gleam of gold from the GB cyclists in Beijing – well done to all concerned. Let’s hope that we can attract a few more members to the Forres club on the back of this bow-wave of success for this marvellous sport. http://www.forrescyclingclub.co.uk saw a great report about the summer league and the way in which it is a great way for youngsters to get involved.
This week’s top training tip:
If during a sprint another rider comes past you with 25 metres to go – you’ve lost.
More from the Pale Rider’s secret training manual next time.
The only ray of sunshine this week has been the gleam of gold from the GB cyclists in Beijing – well done to all concerned. Let’s hope that we can attract a few more members to the Forres club on the back of this bow-wave of success for this marvellous sport. http://www.forrescyclingclub.co.uk saw a great report about the summer league and the way in which it is a great way for youngsters to get involved.
This week’s top training tip:
If during a sprint another rider comes past you with 25 metres to go – you’ve lost.
More from the Pale Rider’s secret training manual next time.
Thursday 7 August 2008
End of season already drawing close
Well it’s been a grand few weeks back in Moray after my summer break in Spain – have started to burn of that ballast added by my mission to get the most value from the all-inclusive tariff.
A short spell of sunny weather has given me a great opportunity to get out on the bike – although the weather is quickly returning to Scottish norms.
Only one week left of the Tuesday League races – that’s a pity as I’ve been enjoying them immensely. They’re a great chance for riders of all levels to take part – right from the really little youngsters through to us really big oldies. A grand concept that should be applauded – and if you haven’t done so – they should be tried – come along and ride on Tuesday – it’ll give you something to aim for next spring.
Blimey heck – I’m already talking about next season !!! Forres CC have a 10 at the end of this month – best get my entry from to Moraig asap – then that’s my “racing” season over !! ( when I say racing – I actually mean turning up for races and giving the fast lads someone to pass halfway round). It’s been a good season for me – solely by virtue of it’s been a return to racing after a (very) long absence – so it had to be good – the Tuesday league has been a massive help in that respect – I am hoping that after riding loads of those 20 milers on a twisty circuit then a straight (?) 10 miler should be faster – and that’s a relative to my times not fast in the normal sense of the word.
Anyway that’s my views and news for this week – post a comment, pop back soon, keep cycling and stay safe
Pale Rider.
A short spell of sunny weather has given me a great opportunity to get out on the bike – although the weather is quickly returning to Scottish norms.
Only one week left of the Tuesday League races – that’s a pity as I’ve been enjoying them immensely. They’re a great chance for riders of all levels to take part – right from the really little youngsters through to us really big oldies. A grand concept that should be applauded – and if you haven’t done so – they should be tried – come along and ride on Tuesday – it’ll give you something to aim for next spring.
Blimey heck – I’m already talking about next season !!! Forres CC have a 10 at the end of this month – best get my entry from to Moraig asap – then that’s my “racing” season over !! ( when I say racing – I actually mean turning up for races and giving the fast lads someone to pass halfway round). It’s been a good season for me – solely by virtue of it’s been a return to racing after a (very) long absence – so it had to be good – the Tuesday league has been a massive help in that respect – I am hoping that after riding loads of those 20 milers on a twisty circuit then a straight (?) 10 miler should be faster – and that’s a relative to my times not fast in the normal sense of the word.
Anyway that’s my views and news for this week – post a comment, pop back soon, keep cycling and stay safe
Pale Rider.
Wednesday 16 July 2008
Holiday time
Well it has been a couple of weeks since the Pale Riders last words of wisdom so here is the latest instalment.
Haven’t done much on the bike of late – managed a couple of Tuesday League rides – well I tootled around in my usual pedestrian pace making up the numbers.
We have been on a weeks holiday, topping up the Budweiser belly and the lobster pink tan. A full week all-inclusive break on the Costa (that’s the Spanish Costa – not the coffee shop in Tescos) It was great – the hotel did a full breakfast until 11 o’clock, proper fish and chips at lunchtime and they had Eastenders on Sky telly in the bar. We did go out for a meal one night – any more than that would have meant we lost out on the all-inclusive deal we’d got. We went for a steak meal – some people went to a Spanish restaurant and had that paella stuff but we didn’t want to risk any of that foreign stuff.
I managed to watch some of the Tour on Eurosport (does 3 hours every afternoon count as some?) in the bar around the corner from the hotel so I was happy every afternoon whilst the Mrs sat by the hotel pool and read her book. I did have to keep nipping back to the hotel to get an all-inclusive beer during the advert breaks – only bought 2 beers each day in the bar with Eurosport on or they’d think I was a tight Scotsman – perish the thought – tight? Me? Okay I was tight by 11 O’clock most nights – but if they’ve got local beer on the all inclusive what do you expect?
We had a walk out a few days and I managed to find a small bike shop – prices were very good but only bought a souvenir Coca Cola water bottle – well I didn’t want to go mad did I – would be no room in suit case for duty free booze and fags.
Well back to full training this week eating up the miles on the roads of Moray and exploring the wonderful sunny countryside around us and if you think the above gives you any clue as to the real identity of the PR – dream on.
Haven’t done much on the bike of late – managed a couple of Tuesday League rides – well I tootled around in my usual pedestrian pace making up the numbers.
We have been on a weeks holiday, topping up the Budweiser belly and the lobster pink tan. A full week all-inclusive break on the Costa (that’s the Spanish Costa – not the coffee shop in Tescos) It was great – the hotel did a full breakfast until 11 o’clock, proper fish and chips at lunchtime and they had Eastenders on Sky telly in the bar. We did go out for a meal one night – any more than that would have meant we lost out on the all-inclusive deal we’d got. We went for a steak meal – some people went to a Spanish restaurant and had that paella stuff but we didn’t want to risk any of that foreign stuff.
I managed to watch some of the Tour on Eurosport (does 3 hours every afternoon count as some?) in the bar around the corner from the hotel so I was happy every afternoon whilst the Mrs sat by the hotel pool and read her book. I did have to keep nipping back to the hotel to get an all-inclusive beer during the advert breaks – only bought 2 beers each day in the bar with Eurosport on or they’d think I was a tight Scotsman – perish the thought – tight? Me? Okay I was tight by 11 O’clock most nights – but if they’ve got local beer on the all inclusive what do you expect?
We had a walk out a few days and I managed to find a small bike shop – prices were very good but only bought a souvenir Coca Cola water bottle – well I didn’t want to go mad did I – would be no room in suit case for duty free booze and fags.
Well back to full training this week eating up the miles on the roads of Moray and exploring the wonderful sunny countryside around us and if you think the above gives you any clue as to the real identity of the PR – dream on.
Thursday 26 June 2008
What summer?
Well I'll admit it - it was me who put the kiss of death on the weather - with talk of here comes summer and my last blog about warm beers at BBQs. At least we stopped dry for the BBQ and many thanks to the organisers for a great night. When I say we stayed dry - I'm referring solely to the weather - one or two wets were consumed - and if my head on Saturday morning was anything to go by I had my share. It was great to see a club social so well supported and also to see everyone have a good night.
The summer league rolled around again and the sunny Tuesday morning and afternoon swiftly adjusted itself into a cold and wet evening. The twisty turny circuit definitely does not lend itself to wet weather - I finished down on last week, cold, wet and covered in road splatter mud. Need to have a chat with a Met man about the weather next week.
Didn't do much on the bike over last weekend - didn't even leave the house on Sunday - how much rain came down that day???
Anyway no more waffle today except to say see you all on Saturday morning for the coffee morning - Forres Town Hall for a 1000hrs start - no Saturday morning rides this week boys and girls - its all hands to the pumps - well the sink and the dish cloths actually. So get baking and get yourself to Forrres on Saturday morning.
The summer league rolled around again and the sunny Tuesday morning and afternoon swiftly adjusted itself into a cold and wet evening. The twisty turny circuit definitely does not lend itself to wet weather - I finished down on last week, cold, wet and covered in road splatter mud. Need to have a chat with a Met man about the weather next week.
Didn't do much on the bike over last weekend - didn't even leave the house on Sunday - how much rain came down that day???
Anyway no more waffle today except to say see you all on Saturday morning for the coffee morning - Forres Town Hall for a 1000hrs start - no Saturday morning rides this week boys and girls - its all hands to the pumps - well the sink and the dish cloths actually. So get baking and get yourself to Forrres on Saturday morning.
Thursday 19 June 2008
Smokey Dokey
A grand week for me – better than the weather was over last weekend. The Summer League saw another less than summer like night with a very strong breeze making the back straight seem twice as long as usual and a few spots of rain every lap threatening to spoil the whole night. But despite that the youngsters turned out as usual and zoomed round the course with big smiles on their faces whilst we oldies rattled round with grimaces firmly in place. Well done the little people.
Last weekend saw me travelling the country in pursuit of another sportive and I had a decent enough ride on Sunday despite the lousy weather.
This weekend sees no races, no sportive but more importantly the Forres Cycling Club BBQ at Roseisle – warm beer, burnt meat, stinking of smoke – and all the time wondering about the salmonella risk from that chicken leg – why do we do it every summer? Also, why is it that blokes suddenly become cooks when put in front of a fire with a grid on it, how does that miraculous transformation take place? Or is it something directly related to the amount of warm beer added to the bloke before he gets to play with the firelighters?
Anyway off to Asda's for some of their 2p sausages and savers burgers - 100% grissle with added lard mmmmmmmmmm yummy
Last weekend saw me travelling the country in pursuit of another sportive and I had a decent enough ride on Sunday despite the lousy weather.
This weekend sees no races, no sportive but more importantly the Forres Cycling Club BBQ at Roseisle – warm beer, burnt meat, stinking of smoke – and all the time wondering about the salmonella risk from that chicken leg – why do we do it every summer? Also, why is it that blokes suddenly become cooks when put in front of a fire with a grid on it, how does that miraculous transformation take place? Or is it something directly related to the amount of warm beer added to the bloke before he gets to play with the firelighters?
Anyway off to Asda's for some of their 2p sausages and savers burgers - 100% grissle with added lard mmmmmmmmmm yummy
Thursday 12 June 2008
Problems with wind
Last weekend saw a fantastic array of racing here at Forres CC – a 10 on the Saturday and a 25 on the Sunday morning followed by the APR on a gloriously sunny Sunday afternoon. And as I had predicted in my previous waffle my participation was limited to the 10 and standing in a flouro jacket on the Sunday afternoon – catching some rays was the limit of my activity there. Well done to all riders who battle against the headwind out on Saturday afternoon – that wasn’t mentioned in the plan at all.
Did a reasonable time despite that awful headwind all the way out - as in it was in the middle of the two targets I'd set myself - so could only be pleased with that but felt I could have done better - sounds like a school report that....
Was almost worth all the effort when you do that - even worth cleaning my bike for on Friday night - only joking.
Summer League – and the joy of a float night last week was swiftly forgotten on a stinker of a night – strong winds and a series of showers made sure most (if not all) didn’t improve one iota from last week. A massive thank you to the marshalls and helpers who helped out on such a terrible evening – and do so every week on our behalf – unsung heroes each and every one. Also a great big well done to all the kids who turned out this week despite that awful weather.
The summer league was followed last night by another running event – one more of the local forest runs – which had the beautiful (if cool) start on the beach at Roseisle – then a rattle through some forest trails before hitting some singletrack and dunes – eat your heart out MTB fans! Enjoyed the run out – despite a very tired pair of legs – but enjoyed a glass of vino watching The Apprentice when I got home even more.
As a result of that I’m having a night off tonight before another sportive at the weekend – hope this horrid wet and windy weather clears up before then. Might even clean my bike again.
Dont forget its Bike Week next week - so in the nicest way "get on ya bike"
Did a reasonable time despite that awful headwind all the way out - as in it was in the middle of the two targets I'd set myself - so could only be pleased with that but felt I could have done better - sounds like a school report that....
Was almost worth all the effort when you do that - even worth cleaning my bike for on Friday night - only joking.
Summer League – and the joy of a float night last week was swiftly forgotten on a stinker of a night – strong winds and a series of showers made sure most (if not all) didn’t improve one iota from last week. A massive thank you to the marshalls and helpers who helped out on such a terrible evening – and do so every week on our behalf – unsung heroes each and every one. Also a great big well done to all the kids who turned out this week despite that awful weather.
The summer league was followed last night by another running event – one more of the local forest runs – which had the beautiful (if cool) start on the beach at Roseisle – then a rattle through some forest trails before hitting some singletrack and dunes – eat your heart out MTB fans! Enjoyed the run out – despite a very tired pair of legs – but enjoyed a glass of vino watching The Apprentice when I got home even more.
As a result of that I’m having a night off tonight before another sportive at the weekend – hope this horrid wet and windy weather clears up before then. Might even clean my bike again.
Dont forget its Bike Week next week - so in the nicest way "get on ya bike"
Thursday 5 June 2008
June is bursting out all over
Well another fine sunny week in Moray – apart from the showery bits in between! Managed to squeeze in a couple of rides over the weekend and once more rattled around the summer league event at a less than impressive rate of knots.
Saturday afternoon was a fantastic ride out – not long by most people’s standards but it was a sunny day, I felt good and the scenery looked fantastic. I rode up the climb from Pluscarden towards Rafford. The sun was shining and the lush green grass and trees in the valley contrasted beautifully with the blue sky and the mountains in the background – even the freshly cut trees smelled nice – that pine fresh smell you only get in loo cleaner adverts was suddenly filling my nostrils – but this was the real thing and not some chemical fragrance designed to make bleach more attractive. It was one of those afternoons when you just felt great to be alive and cycling through this lovely countryside. Bet the guys racing in the Elgin CC events later that day didn’t enjoy the scenery quite so much.
Sunday was a lot cooler and I did get out on bike but suffered a long “wish I’d put a long sleeved top on” kind of thought for most of it. Enjoyed the ride nonetheless and found a new lane – isn’t it great when you find a new lane – its like you’ve discovered something nobody knew about – whilst its just you’ve found another way to get lost.
Midweek saw another running event and the Pale Rider joined a whole crowd at the summer league – most of whom managed cracking times on what was effectively a float night – most riders got PBs – young and old alike. That’ll just make next week all the harder though – there’s always that crash down to earth after a success.
This weekend sees me taking part in the club TT weekend – only signed up for the 10 so far – think any further involvement will involve standing on a corner in a bright yellow jacket and pointing. Lets hope the entry numbers are up and so is the temperature but not the windspeed eh? Good luck to all who are riding – get a late entry in to those who aren’t – and thanks in advance to organisers, marshals, tea lady’s etc.
and finally ---------
This weeks cycling top tip:
Always apply your chamois crème before applying any warm up oils or embrocating products.
Saturday afternoon was a fantastic ride out – not long by most people’s standards but it was a sunny day, I felt good and the scenery looked fantastic. I rode up the climb from Pluscarden towards Rafford. The sun was shining and the lush green grass and trees in the valley contrasted beautifully with the blue sky and the mountains in the background – even the freshly cut trees smelled nice – that pine fresh smell you only get in loo cleaner adverts was suddenly filling my nostrils – but this was the real thing and not some chemical fragrance designed to make bleach more attractive. It was one of those afternoons when you just felt great to be alive and cycling through this lovely countryside. Bet the guys racing in the Elgin CC events later that day didn’t enjoy the scenery quite so much.
Sunday was a lot cooler and I did get out on bike but suffered a long “wish I’d put a long sleeved top on” kind of thought for most of it. Enjoyed the ride nonetheless and found a new lane – isn’t it great when you find a new lane – its like you’ve discovered something nobody knew about – whilst its just you’ve found another way to get lost.
Midweek saw another running event and the Pale Rider joined a whole crowd at the summer league – most of whom managed cracking times on what was effectively a float night – most riders got PBs – young and old alike. That’ll just make next week all the harder though – there’s always that crash down to earth after a success.
This weekend sees me taking part in the club TT weekend – only signed up for the 10 so far – think any further involvement will involve standing on a corner in a bright yellow jacket and pointing. Lets hope the entry numbers are up and so is the temperature but not the windspeed eh? Good luck to all who are riding – get a late entry in to those who aren’t – and thanks in advance to organisers, marshals, tea lady’s etc.
and finally ---------
This weeks cycling top tip:
Always apply your chamois crème before applying any warm up oils or embrocating products.
Thursday 29 May 2008
Here comes summer
April and May have been a bit of a mixed bag in all respects. The weather has been wet and windy – even some snow persisting well into April – just to make preparations for the club race weekend a little lively. Then it was scorching hot – sunny up here in Scotland last week whilst the rest of UK got a good old-fashioned bank-holiday dousing. I’ve managed to get some good miles in on the road bike – mainly just an hour to one and a half after work and two hour stints at weekends.
This all helped me ride a fantastic sportive in May. I think I’m becoming one of the many converts to this type of event – you can “race” if you want or just pootle around at your own pace (mine’s a tad shy of leisurely). This one took in one of the biggest climbs in the UK – a 625m job – in about 10k brutally steep and long with it. The fact that I got up all the way without a foot down was my own personal triumph for the day. So thinking about another in two weeks time - the Cairngorm classic - but will whimp out and do the short version.
I’ve also dabbled once more into the world of competitive cycling – well I’ve raced one open event, entered another and have completed a few of the clubs summer league events. It’s a great way to train and gives you that focus you need to go training the days when the comfy sofa and trash TV beckon strongly. So easy to succumb to that temptation. The summer league is a great little format that allows the kids to get an introduction to cycling and to racing – anything that helps the youngsters into our sport – or indeed any sport has to be a good thing – and its great to see so many of them coming along – but we could still welcome a few more young and old alike. Come along and enjoy a spin around some quiet roads near Forres – you’ll love it.
I’ve not hung up my running shoes either and the launch of the Moray series of forest runs gave the running legs a try out last night for the first time in a good while. Bit of an effort the day after the summer league TT – and there’s 3 more weeks like that through the summer. Oh well guess it’ll just be a few sessions less training needed – I’m counting a Tuesday league and a Wednesday forest run as double training sessions – they may be short but very hard work they are – fantastic
This all helped me ride a fantastic sportive in May. I think I’m becoming one of the many converts to this type of event – you can “race” if you want or just pootle around at your own pace (mine’s a tad shy of leisurely). This one took in one of the biggest climbs in the UK – a 625m job – in about 10k brutally steep and long with it. The fact that I got up all the way without a foot down was my own personal triumph for the day. So thinking about another in two weeks time - the Cairngorm classic - but will whimp out and do the short version.
I’ve also dabbled once more into the world of competitive cycling – well I’ve raced one open event, entered another and have completed a few of the clubs summer league events. It’s a great way to train and gives you that focus you need to go training the days when the comfy sofa and trash TV beckon strongly. So easy to succumb to that temptation. The summer league is a great little format that allows the kids to get an introduction to cycling and to racing – anything that helps the youngsters into our sport – or indeed any sport has to be a good thing – and its great to see so many of them coming along – but we could still welcome a few more young and old alike. Come along and enjoy a spin around some quiet roads near Forres – you’ll love it.
I’ve not hung up my running shoes either and the launch of the Moray series of forest runs gave the running legs a try out last night for the first time in a good while. Bit of an effort the day after the summer league TT – and there’s 3 more weeks like that through the summer. Oh well guess it’ll just be a few sessions less training needed – I’m counting a Tuesday league and a Wednesday forest run as double training sessions – they may be short but very hard work they are – fantastic
Sunday 27 April 2008
Extreme!
Howdy doody!
What a lovely day it's been today in Morayshire! Spring has well and truely sprung. Daffodils, swallows, sunshine, etc. Terrific! And all of a sudden the days seem twice as long. Somewhat surprisingly therefore this morning I'd decided to give the cycling legs a rest today. I've just started my running programme again in preparation for another marathon later in the year and, as usual, the initial runs have taken their toll on my muscles. You've got to be careful when going from non weight-bearing cycling to running, particularly if you're wanting to up the running mileage quickly. So, with a rest day planned, I set about checking my bikes over for wear and tear, etc. A few hours later and I'd identified that my bikes require a new headset, disc brake pads, gear & brake cables and various "cosmetic surgery" to improve appearances. Cycling's great, but it can take its toll on the wallet at times! After my efforts, the only bike fit for immediate duty was my road bike and, with the sun still shining brightly in the late afternoon, I convinced myself that my legs could stand a few miles on the road - so much for the rest day!
Launching myself at a steady pace into the countryisde with no particular route in mind, the miles began to tick by nicely. It's funny how seemingly tired legs can so quickly come round and before long I'd increased the pace a little. The roads seemed even quieter than usual (which is pretty damn quiet!) and at times it felt like I had the entire place to myself. Everywhere is certainly looking very green. I think the only "greener" place I've been, and a country which seems to have many similarities to the geography of Scotland, is Norway. I was lucky enough to spend three weeks travelling up and down Norway a couple of years ago. What a fantastic country! The scenary, geography and geoloy of the place is breathtaking. From huge, powerful waterfalls to similarly immense Fjords and rock walls, at times you don't know which way to look! It's certainly a place I intend to return to, whether on foot or bike. If you get the opportunity to go, I wouldn't pass it up. The only downside is that it tends to rain quite alot. But, I guess the waterfalls, etc wouldn't be too spectacular without it! When the rain stops though and the sun shines, rest assured, if you like the "great outdoors" you'll love Norway. Here's a somewhat "extreme" view of Norway courtesy of the guys at Oslo Base - don't forget to check out the scenary whilst your jaw is dropping! The one throwing himself off the enormous cliff is a chap by the name of Andre Bach. I happen to know that he's also partial to spot of mountain biking.......when he wants to take things a little more sedately...... . Don't try this at home folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYGJQkr2t4o
Regards
TPR
What a lovely day it's been today in Morayshire! Spring has well and truely sprung. Daffodils, swallows, sunshine, etc. Terrific! And all of a sudden the days seem twice as long. Somewhat surprisingly therefore this morning I'd decided to give the cycling legs a rest today. I've just started my running programme again in preparation for another marathon later in the year and, as usual, the initial runs have taken their toll on my muscles. You've got to be careful when going from non weight-bearing cycling to running, particularly if you're wanting to up the running mileage quickly. So, with a rest day planned, I set about checking my bikes over for wear and tear, etc. A few hours later and I'd identified that my bikes require a new headset, disc brake pads, gear & brake cables and various "cosmetic surgery" to improve appearances. Cycling's great, but it can take its toll on the wallet at times! After my efforts, the only bike fit for immediate duty was my road bike and, with the sun still shining brightly in the late afternoon, I convinced myself that my legs could stand a few miles on the road - so much for the rest day!
Launching myself at a steady pace into the countryisde with no particular route in mind, the miles began to tick by nicely. It's funny how seemingly tired legs can so quickly come round and before long I'd increased the pace a little. The roads seemed even quieter than usual (which is pretty damn quiet!) and at times it felt like I had the entire place to myself. Everywhere is certainly looking very green. I think the only "greener" place I've been, and a country which seems to have many similarities to the geography of Scotland, is Norway. I was lucky enough to spend three weeks travelling up and down Norway a couple of years ago. What a fantastic country! The scenary, geography and geoloy of the place is breathtaking. From huge, powerful waterfalls to similarly immense Fjords and rock walls, at times you don't know which way to look! It's certainly a place I intend to return to, whether on foot or bike. If you get the opportunity to go, I wouldn't pass it up. The only downside is that it tends to rain quite alot. But, I guess the waterfalls, etc wouldn't be too spectacular without it! When the rain stops though and the sun shines, rest assured, if you like the "great outdoors" you'll love Norway. Here's a somewhat "extreme" view of Norway courtesy of the guys at Oslo Base - don't forget to check out the scenary whilst your jaw is dropping! The one throwing himself off the enormous cliff is a chap by the name of Andre Bach. I happen to know that he's also partial to spot of mountain biking.......when he wants to take things a little more sedately...... . Don't try this at home folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYGJQkr2t4o
Regards
TPR
Sunday 20 April 2008
New Trail
Having covered some 70 miles or so on the road bike in good company yesterday, I decide that a little off road adventure will go down very well today. Nothing too big, the legs not having fully recovered from the previous day's exertions - about 15 miles should do. And to up the interest factor, I opt to break some new trail - new to me that is. I really enjoy picking up the map and planning a new route. Today's ride will take me on forest and moorland track into the middle of nowhere - nowhere being the heart of Morayshire!
Only a mile or so into the ride on rough track, I'm pleasantly surprised to see another human being- rare in these parts! A farmer on a quad bike checking his livestock. I give him a cheery "How do?" as I pass and he responds with a less than enthusiastic, "Alright" - clearly he's thinking something along the lines of, "What is this silly bugger doing out here on a bike? Nowt better to do!" - but I might be doing him an injustice! Three or four miles covered, mostly uphill, and I reach a high stile. Having just about managed not to fall off the top, bike in hand, it's all new trail from now on. The track leads south, deep into beautiful moorland. Whilst game shooters clearly come this way now and again in 4x4s, I wouldn't be surprised if no other mountain biker has being here in months, years, or possibly ever! A couple more miles under the wheels and the moorland opens up all around, providing stunning views and revealing a lovely little loch. My approach disturbs what look like a couple of Canadian Geese (although I'm no Bill Oddie!), which take flight. I pull my pump action shotgun from my backpack and let rip, taking them both down, feathers flying in all directions! Goose for tea. Only joking, readers! Just checking you're still awake!
Off in the distance, further to the South I spot what looks to be a bothy. It appears to be at the trail side and I decide to make that my turnaround point. As I draw nearer the building, I see that it is in fact a large wooden shed with windows. It stands a hundred yards or so from the trail and, ditching the bike, I approach on foot. Could there be someone at home? A deranged gamekeeper perhaps, driven mad by too much whisky, gun in hand, waiting, watching for those that would dare to trespass...... . Funnily enough, no. It's empty, bar for a long table and benches. But what a view it commands in the April sunshine! You'd have to see it to believe it. But that would mean revealing my location and I think I'd like to keep this spot to myself for a little while.....
Once again, the reasons I love to ride off road are impressed upon me. For those that have yet to tear themselves away from their road bikes and the tarmac to give the trail a go, I can only say, don't leave it too long.
Yours
TPR
Only a mile or so into the ride on rough track, I'm pleasantly surprised to see another human being- rare in these parts! A farmer on a quad bike checking his livestock. I give him a cheery "How do?" as I pass and he responds with a less than enthusiastic, "Alright" - clearly he's thinking something along the lines of, "What is this silly bugger doing out here on a bike? Nowt better to do!" - but I might be doing him an injustice! Three or four miles covered, mostly uphill, and I reach a high stile. Having just about managed not to fall off the top, bike in hand, it's all new trail from now on. The track leads south, deep into beautiful moorland. Whilst game shooters clearly come this way now and again in 4x4s, I wouldn't be surprised if no other mountain biker has being here in months, years, or possibly ever! A couple more miles under the wheels and the moorland opens up all around, providing stunning views and revealing a lovely little loch. My approach disturbs what look like a couple of Canadian Geese (although I'm no Bill Oddie!), which take flight. I pull my pump action shotgun from my backpack and let rip, taking them both down, feathers flying in all directions! Goose for tea. Only joking, readers! Just checking you're still awake!
Off in the distance, further to the South I spot what looks to be a bothy. It appears to be at the trail side and I decide to make that my turnaround point. As I draw nearer the building, I see that it is in fact a large wooden shed with windows. It stands a hundred yards or so from the trail and, ditching the bike, I approach on foot. Could there be someone at home? A deranged gamekeeper perhaps, driven mad by too much whisky, gun in hand, waiting, watching for those that would dare to trespass...... . Funnily enough, no. It's empty, bar for a long table and benches. But what a view it commands in the April sunshine! You'd have to see it to believe it. But that would mean revealing my location and I think I'd like to keep this spot to myself for a little while.....
Once again, the reasons I love to ride off road are impressed upon me. For those that have yet to tear themselves away from their road bikes and the tarmac to give the trail a go, I can only say, don't leave it too long.
Yours
TPR
Friday 11 April 2008
Show Time!
Hello!
Firstly, apologies for my weather prediction in my previous post. So much for no more snow or gritting wagons! Surely winter is about to begger off until next year soon though! Let's hope so.
Well, we have some local road cycling races this weekend. All time trials, they're taking place in and around Forres. We have a 10 mile time-trial (TT), a 25 mile TT and hilly TT of around 17 miles.
I'm particularly looking forward to watching some of the hilly TT. I'm not competing myself - no, I'm afraid what with my dicky knee and dicky bladder, I'll just have to sit this one out on the touch lines with the fat wheezy boys, as General Melchett might say. As such, I intend to observe a bit of the action on one or two of the climbs. There's nothing too steep to tackle on the course, but a couple of the climbs are quite long. One of these is "Craigmill" which comes a mile or so outside Rafford. A gradual ascent, it should suit powerful flat land riders who can also climb a bit. I tested myself on this particular climb recently and posted a time of 6 minutes dead - only to the junction the turns left to Edinvale mind - but not too shabby a time I think. However, that's just a mile and a half perhaps, whereas Sunday's unfortunates must crucify themselves for 17 miles - such is the nature of the "race of truth". Those hoping to do well in the hilly must, as always, think carefully about pacing. Any rider, for example, who reaches the final long hill out of Pluscarden with not much left in the tank will doubtless lose vast amounts of time to those who have kept some powder dry. Here we could see a spot of seriously demoralising "overtaking", i.e. riders being caught by the competitor behind. The very thought of it!
For those seeking a spot of climbing inspiration, here's a short clip of Mr A. showing how it should be done - the famous Stage 9 of the 1999 Tour de France from Le Grand Bornand to Sestriere (courtesy of YouTube). Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiCIJ2JewPE
Just a short post this evening. The night is fine for the moment and I feel like getting a few miles in on the road bike before darkness falls. It only remains for me to wish all this weekend's competitors the very best of luck and a safe race.
Regards
TPR
Firstly, apologies for my weather prediction in my previous post. So much for no more snow or gritting wagons! Surely winter is about to begger off until next year soon though! Let's hope so.
Well, we have some local road cycling races this weekend. All time trials, they're taking place in and around Forres. We have a 10 mile time-trial (TT), a 25 mile TT and hilly TT of around 17 miles.
I'm particularly looking forward to watching some of the hilly TT. I'm not competing myself - no, I'm afraid what with my dicky knee and dicky bladder, I'll just have to sit this one out on the touch lines with the fat wheezy boys, as General Melchett might say. As such, I intend to observe a bit of the action on one or two of the climbs. There's nothing too steep to tackle on the course, but a couple of the climbs are quite long. One of these is "Craigmill" which comes a mile or so outside Rafford. A gradual ascent, it should suit powerful flat land riders who can also climb a bit. I tested myself on this particular climb recently and posted a time of 6 minutes dead - only to the junction the turns left to Edinvale mind - but not too shabby a time I think. However, that's just a mile and a half perhaps, whereas Sunday's unfortunates must crucify themselves for 17 miles - such is the nature of the "race of truth". Those hoping to do well in the hilly must, as always, think carefully about pacing. Any rider, for example, who reaches the final long hill out of Pluscarden with not much left in the tank will doubtless lose vast amounts of time to those who have kept some powder dry. Here we could see a spot of seriously demoralising "overtaking", i.e. riders being caught by the competitor behind. The very thought of it!
For those seeking a spot of climbing inspiration, here's a short clip of Mr A. showing how it should be done - the famous Stage 9 of the 1999 Tour de France from Le Grand Bornand to Sestriere (courtesy of YouTube). Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiCIJ2JewPE
Just a short post this evening. The night is fine for the moment and I feel like getting a few miles in on the road bike before darkness falls. It only remains for me to wish all this weekend's competitors the very best of luck and a safe race.
Regards
TPR
Tuesday 1 April 2008
The Holy Grail
Hello there! Been away, but now I'm back.
Spring has arrived since my last post! Longer days, more cycling time, better weather (fingers crossed!), etc. Thank goodness. Winter is the pits!
Well, it's got to go! What has? One of my saddles. Three or four years ago I bought a Selle Italia Flight saddle. The "original" model, albeit with titanium rails, this particular model saddle has been around for a long time and is well known and well loved by many cyclists. But not by me! Having read several reviews of said saddle and being aware of its popularity for some years, I eventually got around to buying one.....just as it was being superseded by lots of other new designs. Nevertheless, it was still about £40 and remained popular at the time. I can recall one of the reviews saying something along the lines of it might take a while to break in, but when it is you'll love it, very comfortable, etc. Rubbish! I've been trying to break it in on a regular basis for the past three years or more and the only thing I've succeeded in breaking in is my backside! I'm beginning to think that there is no such thing as a truely comfortable saddle, i.e. one which is still comfortable, with no trace of aching arse after 50 plus miles in the saddle. I might even be so bold as to say that those cyclists who proclaim to have found the perfect saddle only do so because after several decades they have simply lost the strength and will to continue in a search akin to that for the Holy Grail! However, I will continue in my quest. I already have a Fizik Arione saddle on one of my other bikes and this is much better. Indeed, I would recommend it, but not, alas, whole-heartedly. So, the Flight saddle will probably soon be appearing on Ebay. The fact that it looks exactly the same as when I bought it is perhaps proof positive that the "breaking in theory" is a load of hogwash - it's too hard! But at least it looks decent enough to sell. I wonder if it might attract more attention on Ebay listed under "instruments of torture"?......
But what of lighter and more joyous cycling matters? Well, on the off road front the Morayshire trails are beginning to dry out with the improving weather and, in respect of matters tarmac, with any luck we have now seen the last of the gritting wagons - no more bike-corroding salt! I took to the road myself over the weekend and it was nice to see some sort of "bike convention" taking place at one of the local schools as I passed by - good to see young cycling blood being encouraged. I also got a few off roads miles in on some local forest trails on Sunday and, having regard to the sunny and warmer conditions, donned my shorts for the first time this year. Fortunately, I didn't come across anybody on the trails, although a number of sheep in a nearby field were unlucky enough to behold my legs in all their terrifying winter whiteness. Since then I have seen them bumping into each other, gateposts, etc - clearly their retinas were reduced to ashes by the glare! Alas, I am truely "the pale one".
Here's to a cracking Spring and Summer on road & trail!
Cheers, all.
TPR
Spring has arrived since my last post! Longer days, more cycling time, better weather (fingers crossed!), etc. Thank goodness. Winter is the pits!
Well, it's got to go! What has? One of my saddles. Three or four years ago I bought a Selle Italia Flight saddle. The "original" model, albeit with titanium rails, this particular model saddle has been around for a long time and is well known and well loved by many cyclists. But not by me! Having read several reviews of said saddle and being aware of its popularity for some years, I eventually got around to buying one.....just as it was being superseded by lots of other new designs. Nevertheless, it was still about £40 and remained popular at the time. I can recall one of the reviews saying something along the lines of it might take a while to break in, but when it is you'll love it, very comfortable, etc. Rubbish! I've been trying to break it in on a regular basis for the past three years or more and the only thing I've succeeded in breaking in is my backside! I'm beginning to think that there is no such thing as a truely comfortable saddle, i.e. one which is still comfortable, with no trace of aching arse after 50 plus miles in the saddle. I might even be so bold as to say that those cyclists who proclaim to have found the perfect saddle only do so because after several decades they have simply lost the strength and will to continue in a search akin to that for the Holy Grail! However, I will continue in my quest. I already have a Fizik Arione saddle on one of my other bikes and this is much better. Indeed, I would recommend it, but not, alas, whole-heartedly. So, the Flight saddle will probably soon be appearing on Ebay. The fact that it looks exactly the same as when I bought it is perhaps proof positive that the "breaking in theory" is a load of hogwash - it's too hard! But at least it looks decent enough to sell. I wonder if it might attract more attention on Ebay listed under "instruments of torture"?......
But what of lighter and more joyous cycling matters? Well, on the off road front the Morayshire trails are beginning to dry out with the improving weather and, in respect of matters tarmac, with any luck we have now seen the last of the gritting wagons - no more bike-corroding salt! I took to the road myself over the weekend and it was nice to see some sort of "bike convention" taking place at one of the local schools as I passed by - good to see young cycling blood being encouraged. I also got a few off roads miles in on some local forest trails on Sunday and, having regard to the sunny and warmer conditions, donned my shorts for the first time this year. Fortunately, I didn't come across anybody on the trails, although a number of sheep in a nearby field were unlucky enough to behold my legs in all their terrifying winter whiteness. Since then I have seen them bumping into each other, gateposts, etc - clearly their retinas were reduced to ashes by the glare! Alas, I am truely "the pale one".
Here's to a cracking Spring and Summer on road & trail!
Cheers, all.
TPR
Sunday 16 March 2008
D.C.O.R
As most cyclists know, rest and recovery is very important. And the more you do on the bike, the more R&R you will probably need........which can make things difficult! It can be a fine line between becoming faster, stronger and fitter, and doing yourself more harm than good. The characteristics of over-training are probably known to many of you, but for those who are not aware, you should look out for the following:
* Slow recovery
* Unexplained loss of performance
* Heavy, stiff or sore muscles
* Mood swings or irritability
* Loss of energy, drive & appetite
* Disturbed sleep
* Chronic injury or infection
It's difficult though - some of the above can result from the everyday 9 'till 5 drag, and what you actually need is to get out on your bike! But, it's wise to bear in mind that over-training is easily done and to keep a check on how you feel in general. For those cyclists who don't compete, it really is better to take a few days, or even a week or so, off every now and then to ensure your cycling doesn't bring you down, as opposed to up! Remember, you are cycling for enjoyment and to keep fit. For racing cyclists, most know very well the importance of R&R.
Where the line becomes less fine is when obvious injury/pain strikes - here, you should definitely employ D.C.O.R (explanation to follow). For cyclists, pain/injury is likely to be muscle or tendon damage, and knees are often a problem. Unlike runners, fractures and other "impact related" injuries are, barring a fall from the bike, very unliklely. Serious endurance runners, particularly fell runners, are a very hardy type. An excellent read on the world of fell running is Richard Askwith's, "Feet in the Clouds - a Story of Fell Running and Obsession". It's a very entertaining book; amusing, well-written and full of stories of very tough runners, running incredibly hard routes in mind-boggling times! Well worth getting hold of a copy if you're into endurance sports. The notion of C.O.R is examined in the book. Essentially, this is the mindset of some fell runners when it comes to pain/injury - Carry On Regardless. How many actually adhere to it when an injury occurs one cannot say, but some certainly do, or have done. And in some ways they have to - the challenges they undertake sometimes require it if they wish to succeed. But, in general, and for my fellow cyclists, I would advise against it. Obvious pain is your body telling you that something is wrong and you should stop doing whatever you are doing, rest and seek medical attention if required. That said, "pain" should not be confused with, for example, the feeling that your heart is going to burst through your chest on a particularly nasty, long climb on the bike (excluding the possibility that you are actually having a heart attack! Let's hope not!), or your lactic acid filled legs screaming at you for mercy. This is just part and parcel of becoming a fit cyclist. Should real pain/injury ever strike, you will know the difference and it if does, D.C.O.R - Don't Carry On Regardless!
Wishing you an injury free lifetime of cycling.
Yours
TPR
* Slow recovery
* Unexplained loss of performance
* Heavy, stiff or sore muscles
* Mood swings or irritability
* Loss of energy, drive & appetite
* Disturbed sleep
* Chronic injury or infection
It's difficult though - some of the above can result from the everyday 9 'till 5 drag, and what you actually need is to get out on your bike! But, it's wise to bear in mind that over-training is easily done and to keep a check on how you feel in general. For those cyclists who don't compete, it really is better to take a few days, or even a week or so, off every now and then to ensure your cycling doesn't bring you down, as opposed to up! Remember, you are cycling for enjoyment and to keep fit. For racing cyclists, most know very well the importance of R&R.
Where the line becomes less fine is when obvious injury/pain strikes - here, you should definitely employ D.C.O.R (explanation to follow). For cyclists, pain/injury is likely to be muscle or tendon damage, and knees are often a problem. Unlike runners, fractures and other "impact related" injuries are, barring a fall from the bike, very unliklely. Serious endurance runners, particularly fell runners, are a very hardy type. An excellent read on the world of fell running is Richard Askwith's, "Feet in the Clouds - a Story of Fell Running and Obsession". It's a very entertaining book; amusing, well-written and full of stories of very tough runners, running incredibly hard routes in mind-boggling times! Well worth getting hold of a copy if you're into endurance sports. The notion of C.O.R is examined in the book. Essentially, this is the mindset of some fell runners when it comes to pain/injury - Carry On Regardless. How many actually adhere to it when an injury occurs one cannot say, but some certainly do, or have done. And in some ways they have to - the challenges they undertake sometimes require it if they wish to succeed. But, in general, and for my fellow cyclists, I would advise against it. Obvious pain is your body telling you that something is wrong and you should stop doing whatever you are doing, rest and seek medical attention if required. That said, "pain" should not be confused with, for example, the feeling that your heart is going to burst through your chest on a particularly nasty, long climb on the bike (excluding the possibility that you are actually having a heart attack! Let's hope not!), or your lactic acid filled legs screaming at you for mercy. This is just part and parcel of becoming a fit cyclist. Should real pain/injury ever strike, you will know the difference and it if does, D.C.O.R - Don't Carry On Regardless!
Wishing you an injury free lifetime of cycling.
Yours
TPR
Sunday 9 March 2008
A Late Winter Saunter
Hello, fellow cyclists.
What a lovely day it's been in glorious Morayshire! No sign of the impending "Doomsday" storm as yet and plenty of sunshine throughout the day. Splendid.
I felt fighting fit this morning and was raring to go on the bike. Having done a long, steady ride last Sunday, I planned a shorter and more vigorous ride today. 25 miles or so on the lovely, quiet, country roads around and about Forres, Pluscarden Abbey and Dallas. I met up with one of my posse who's always ready for a bike ride on such a fine day. Having exchanged "Good mornings" we set about burning up the tarmac in earnest. These roads are a cyclist's dream - surrounded by beautiful countryside and rarely any traffic to worry about. The miles fly by and before long my partner in crime declares that he must head back home in order to undertake "The Big Shop", i.e. trawling the isles of Asda, Elgin with "her indoors" and the youngsters. Poor chap! No such concerns for me, and, as I bid my friend farewell, I offer up a silent prayer for his safe passage through the trolley invested fruit and vegetable section. One more sizeable hill is all that stands in the way of my obligatory post-ride soup and several, butter-laden, "doorstep" slices of bread. The mere thought of it gives my legs a fresh injection of energy and I tear up the climb like a man possessed! "What!? Explosive hill climbing in early March?!", I hear the old school roadies cry. I'm afraid so - The Pale Rider has little regard for convention (I hope my knees don't pay the price!)
Having given the legs a good work out, I decide to go for an easy stroll in the afternoon; the old railway line from Craigellachie to Dufftown. This really is a lovely walk (or bike ride), particularly on a nice day like today. It's four miles to Dufftown, but I only intend to walk less than half that. This trail makes a good, very gentle introduction to off-road biking; perfect for new mountain bikers of a nervous disposition or for a family outing on the bikes. It's a great ride on the way back too, as it's nearly all downhill and you can really belt along. But, keep an eye out for those on foot!
The old line runs parallel with the fast flowing River Fiddich and the sound of the water is ever present. Many of the trees which line the path and stretch up the valley sides are of great size. I find it humbling to stand close by and look upon such mighty specimens, many decades older than myself. The path climbs steadily towards Dufftown. Moss and tree covered cuttings rise up on either side. It's tranquil and one cannot help but be relaxed by the surroundings. There are several short paths leading off the old line to picnic benches nearer the river and these offer a lovely spot for a summer's day. Soon enough I reach the railway bridge over the river, where I've decided to turn back. Again, this is a great place to stand or sit awhile and soak up the surroundings. But, as beautiful as the scene is, something is calling me back to Craigellachie - a beer in the Fiddichside Inn! I'm soon sat by the open fire, pint and crisps in hand. It's pretty busy with locals, some of whom have clearly been in the pub most of the afternoon! But it's all good-natured stuff. Pubs like the Fiddichside are very few and far between these days and I fear that in the not too distant future they will all be gone, although I hope not! If you find yourself in Craigellachie and enjoy a pint in a real pub, call in.
On the way back home on the high moorland road, the late winter sun casts a mellow, golden glow over the Morayshire landscape. A truely wondrous vista. I hope to see you out there on the bike soon.
Yours
TPR
What a lovely day it's been in glorious Morayshire! No sign of the impending "Doomsday" storm as yet and plenty of sunshine throughout the day. Splendid.
I felt fighting fit this morning and was raring to go on the bike. Having done a long, steady ride last Sunday, I planned a shorter and more vigorous ride today. 25 miles or so on the lovely, quiet, country roads around and about Forres, Pluscarden Abbey and Dallas. I met up with one of my posse who's always ready for a bike ride on such a fine day. Having exchanged "Good mornings" we set about burning up the tarmac in earnest. These roads are a cyclist's dream - surrounded by beautiful countryside and rarely any traffic to worry about. The miles fly by and before long my partner in crime declares that he must head back home in order to undertake "The Big Shop", i.e. trawling the isles of Asda, Elgin with "her indoors" and the youngsters. Poor chap! No such concerns for me, and, as I bid my friend farewell, I offer up a silent prayer for his safe passage through the trolley invested fruit and vegetable section. One more sizeable hill is all that stands in the way of my obligatory post-ride soup and several, butter-laden, "doorstep" slices of bread. The mere thought of it gives my legs a fresh injection of energy and I tear up the climb like a man possessed! "What!? Explosive hill climbing in early March?!", I hear the old school roadies cry. I'm afraid so - The Pale Rider has little regard for convention (I hope my knees don't pay the price!)
Having given the legs a good work out, I decide to go for an easy stroll in the afternoon; the old railway line from Craigellachie to Dufftown. This really is a lovely walk (or bike ride), particularly on a nice day like today. It's four miles to Dufftown, but I only intend to walk less than half that. This trail makes a good, very gentle introduction to off-road biking; perfect for new mountain bikers of a nervous disposition or for a family outing on the bikes. It's a great ride on the way back too, as it's nearly all downhill and you can really belt along. But, keep an eye out for those on foot!
The old line runs parallel with the fast flowing River Fiddich and the sound of the water is ever present. Many of the trees which line the path and stretch up the valley sides are of great size. I find it humbling to stand close by and look upon such mighty specimens, many decades older than myself. The path climbs steadily towards Dufftown. Moss and tree covered cuttings rise up on either side. It's tranquil and one cannot help but be relaxed by the surroundings. There are several short paths leading off the old line to picnic benches nearer the river and these offer a lovely spot for a summer's day. Soon enough I reach the railway bridge over the river, where I've decided to turn back. Again, this is a great place to stand or sit awhile and soak up the surroundings. But, as beautiful as the scene is, something is calling me back to Craigellachie - a beer in the Fiddichside Inn! I'm soon sat by the open fire, pint and crisps in hand. It's pretty busy with locals, some of whom have clearly been in the pub most of the afternoon! But it's all good-natured stuff. Pubs like the Fiddichside are very few and far between these days and I fear that in the not too distant future they will all be gone, although I hope not! If you find yourself in Craigellachie and enjoy a pint in a real pub, call in.
On the way back home on the high moorland road, the late winter sun casts a mellow, golden glow over the Morayshire landscape. A truely wondrous vista. I hope to see you out there on the bike soon.
Yours
TPR
Sunday 2 March 2008
Hard Men
Greetings!
"You Tube" is great isn't it?! Is there anything that's not on there?! Okay, so the screen is miniscule and sometimes it doesn't work very well, but there's certainly plenty to entertain. Yesterday evening I decided I could do with watching something to get me in the right frame of mind for a good few miles on the bike today. Something which would make my intended 50 miles or so seem like a walk in the park in comparison. "Aha! Paris-Roubaix", I thought. A quick search on You Tube and up pops a selection of videos of "the Hell of the North" from the 1980's. Just the ticket! Feet up, crack open a bottle from my real ale collection, dish of salted peanuts in easy reach and let the insanity commence!
There's good old Phil Liggett and an "amusing" American commentator who ups the entertainment factor! Mud, pave, crazy speeds, spills, frills, blood and guts (alright, just blood). Excellent stuff! 130 miles gone, covered in mud and they're still riding at motorbike speeds. Marvel, as the likes of Sean Kelly and Greg Lemond go hell for leather after six and a half hours in the saddle. Gasp, as somehow a rider still has the strength to make a break for glory. Sit goggle-eyed as a rider punctures and just starts to run instead! Hell, almost. Hard men, for sure.
Sunday dawns......to a covering of snow! What?! Well, there was no snow in the videos I watched last night, so perhaps I'm quite justified in pulling the bed covers back over and planning next weekend's ride instead. But, then I think of that well known picture of the legendary Tom Simpson time-trialling through the snow in the 1962 Paris-Nice race in fingerless gloves and shorts, and I realise that resistance is futile. Lying on the floor nearby are my numerous thick cycling tops, warm leggings and gloves. There are no excuses. The bike awaits. "But there might be ice", I half-heartedly protest. "Pathetic!", comes my own response - it's not cold enough.
.....several hours later and I'm almost home. 50 miles plus under the wheels and I'm feeling pretty good. This morning's reluctance long forgotten. Just a few more small hills between me and a pan of hot soup and half a loaf of bread. But wait......if I do that twice more I too can call myself a "Hard man" of cycling!
"No".....I'll settle for the soup!
Yours
The Pale Rider
"You Tube" is great isn't it?! Is there anything that's not on there?! Okay, so the screen is miniscule and sometimes it doesn't work very well, but there's certainly plenty to entertain. Yesterday evening I decided I could do with watching something to get me in the right frame of mind for a good few miles on the bike today. Something which would make my intended 50 miles or so seem like a walk in the park in comparison. "Aha! Paris-Roubaix", I thought. A quick search on You Tube and up pops a selection of videos of "the Hell of the North" from the 1980's. Just the ticket! Feet up, crack open a bottle from my real ale collection, dish of salted peanuts in easy reach and let the insanity commence!
There's good old Phil Liggett and an "amusing" American commentator who ups the entertainment factor! Mud, pave, crazy speeds, spills, frills, blood and guts (alright, just blood). Excellent stuff! 130 miles gone, covered in mud and they're still riding at motorbike speeds. Marvel, as the likes of Sean Kelly and Greg Lemond go hell for leather after six and a half hours in the saddle. Gasp, as somehow a rider still has the strength to make a break for glory. Sit goggle-eyed as a rider punctures and just starts to run instead! Hell, almost. Hard men, for sure.
Sunday dawns......to a covering of snow! What?! Well, there was no snow in the videos I watched last night, so perhaps I'm quite justified in pulling the bed covers back over and planning next weekend's ride instead. But, then I think of that well known picture of the legendary Tom Simpson time-trialling through the snow in the 1962 Paris-Nice race in fingerless gloves and shorts, and I realise that resistance is futile. Lying on the floor nearby are my numerous thick cycling tops, warm leggings and gloves. There are no excuses. The bike awaits. "But there might be ice", I half-heartedly protest. "Pathetic!", comes my own response - it's not cold enough.
.....several hours later and I'm almost home. 50 miles plus under the wheels and I'm feeling pretty good. This morning's reluctance long forgotten. Just a few more small hills between me and a pan of hot soup and half a loaf of bread. But wait......if I do that twice more I too can call myself a "Hard man" of cycling!
"No".....I'll settle for the soup!
Yours
The Pale Rider
Sunday 24 February 2008
Billy Wind
Evening, All.
Well, the weekend is drawing to a close again, but it's been a good one on the cycling front. I was out on the bike Saturday and today, which I don't usually do in the winter. Road yesterday, off road today. But my goodness it's been windy! And hard work it made it at times. Setting off yesterday I struggled to get over 10mph for the first mile or so into the teeth of the wind. All I needed was a straw shopping basket on the front to complete the "old lady on a bike" appearance.......and perhaps a blue rinse. But, I struggled bravely on. I decided a spot of hill work was in order and put together a 25 mile ish route with plenty of ups and downs. I'm no Lucien Van Impe that's for sure, but I do like to climb. Or should I say, I like to climb when I'm feeling good! Anyway, considering I'm really just emerging from my winter hibernation I didn't feel too bad all in all. The old pins were firing well enough and my heart wasn't beating too hard when I put the hammer down every now and then for a few minutes. I fueled up well before setting off though, which no doubt helped - big bowl of porridge with plenty of raisins - "excellente!", as the Ambassador might say. I can wholeheartedly recommend said dish as a good cycling breakfast. So, battling the wind aside, an enjoyable couple of hours in the saddle. Sadly, on returning home and stepping into the shower, the bloody thing didn't work! I will be drafting a stern e-mail to my landlord, Mr Rigsby, shortly!
For today I'd arranged an off road jaunt with a friend of mine. I don't venture out much at all on the MTB during the winter months, but it was good to get a few miles in on the knobbly tyres. No traffic to worry about, flying along on single-track through the trees, etc. Most enjoyable. Unlike me, my friend isn't that keen on climbing, but he's much improved since his early off road days. Billy Bunter they use to call him at school, or something like that, but now he's a pretty fit guy. He use to be big into pumping iron a good few years ago. Rumour has it that he could bench press 500lbs at his strongest, but I think someone must have added a "0" to the figure by mistake! Anyway, he faired very well on the ups today - a testament that climbing ability can be greatly improved with a bit of hard work. No wildlife spotted on the trail today unfortunately. There's usually the odd deer or two to be seen at least. We did come across an entire family out on their bikes though, which was good to see - humans not deer. I'm looking forward to going out on the MTB with my friend and his young daughter some time this Spring. She's 8 and has just got her first mountain bike. We'll be taking it easy on her though - no more than 30 miles on the first outing.......
Well, my glass of real ale is nearly dry and I can hear another bottle calling me from the kitchen cupboard. Time to put the feet up and rest the legs a while.
Yours
TPR
Well, the weekend is drawing to a close again, but it's been a good one on the cycling front. I was out on the bike Saturday and today, which I don't usually do in the winter. Road yesterday, off road today. But my goodness it's been windy! And hard work it made it at times. Setting off yesterday I struggled to get over 10mph for the first mile or so into the teeth of the wind. All I needed was a straw shopping basket on the front to complete the "old lady on a bike" appearance.......and perhaps a blue rinse. But, I struggled bravely on. I decided a spot of hill work was in order and put together a 25 mile ish route with plenty of ups and downs. I'm no Lucien Van Impe that's for sure, but I do like to climb. Or should I say, I like to climb when I'm feeling good! Anyway, considering I'm really just emerging from my winter hibernation I didn't feel too bad all in all. The old pins were firing well enough and my heart wasn't beating too hard when I put the hammer down every now and then for a few minutes. I fueled up well before setting off though, which no doubt helped - big bowl of porridge with plenty of raisins - "excellente!", as the Ambassador might say. I can wholeheartedly recommend said dish as a good cycling breakfast. So, battling the wind aside, an enjoyable couple of hours in the saddle. Sadly, on returning home and stepping into the shower, the bloody thing didn't work! I will be drafting a stern e-mail to my landlord, Mr Rigsby, shortly!
For today I'd arranged an off road jaunt with a friend of mine. I don't venture out much at all on the MTB during the winter months, but it was good to get a few miles in on the knobbly tyres. No traffic to worry about, flying along on single-track through the trees, etc. Most enjoyable. Unlike me, my friend isn't that keen on climbing, but he's much improved since his early off road days. Billy Bunter they use to call him at school, or something like that, but now he's a pretty fit guy. He use to be big into pumping iron a good few years ago. Rumour has it that he could bench press 500lbs at his strongest, but I think someone must have added a "0" to the figure by mistake! Anyway, he faired very well on the ups today - a testament that climbing ability can be greatly improved with a bit of hard work. No wildlife spotted on the trail today unfortunately. There's usually the odd deer or two to be seen at least. We did come across an entire family out on their bikes though, which was good to see - humans not deer. I'm looking forward to going out on the MTB with my friend and his young daughter some time this Spring. She's 8 and has just got her first mountain bike. We'll be taking it easy on her though - no more than 30 miles on the first outing.......
Well, my glass of real ale is nearly dry and I can hear another bottle calling me from the kitchen cupboard. Time to put the feet up and rest the legs a while.
Yours
TPR
Thursday 21 February 2008
Any Old Iron?
"Any old iron, any old iron, any any any old iron?!", I once sung on stage at junior school whilst clanking two pans together and donned in flat cap, one of my grandad's old shirts and braces. What the audience of parents, teachers, etc made of it I don't like to ponder, but I enjoyed myself!
But what the Dickens is this talk of "iron" about, I hear you ask? Well, push irons of course, and in particular, just how good they need to be. Can you get by and have fun with just "any old iron"? The simple answer is "yes!". Bikes, hey? Where do you start.....or finish?! Mountain, road, hybrid, track, single-speed, fixed gear, carbon fibre, steel, titanium, alloy, £500, £1,000, £2,000, £5,000, etc, etc. But, it's the latter I'm concerned with here - cold, hard cash. You earn it, the bike shop wants it. Some guy once said, "It's not about the bike". I can't remember his name but he was a rider of some note. He was right though. It's about enjoying yourself on the bike and when it comes to going faster, training wisely and increasing your fitness/eating well can more than make up for the fact that you're on a significantly cheaper machine than other cyclists. My first mountain bike was a fully rigid Marin. Second hand. £100. Bargain. A steel machine, with pretty basic components, it was certainly no light weight. But, it was reliable, comfy and a great bike to learn the basics of off road riding on. One of my most memorable rides aboard my Marin was when myself and a friend blew away a group of fellow mountain bikers riding much more expensive machines - an excellent case in point that money can't buy fitness. More than a few years ago........
Me and said friend were riding one of our favourite routes in very hilly country. We'd paused at the bottom of a tough climb to fuel up on butties and flapjack - lunch al fresco. Into view, approaching the bottom of the climb come a group of four riders. As they get nearer we see that they're all riding very nice bikes indeed - a couple were Dekerfs, with top notch componentry - we're tallking £2k plus. We exchange "hellos" and as they pass I say, "See you later" (not meaning it literally). But one of the guys seems to think so and replies, "Yeah?..." with a chuckle and backwards, disparaging glance at my "bottom notch" Marin, as though to say, "I doubt it!". Well, I'm not one to rise to the bait......but we quickly finished our lunch stop and set off in pursuit! Half way up the climb, the "Dekerf boys" are spitting blood and as we sail by with a cheery "Awright?", they don't look too happy. We top out well ahead of the four musketeers and begin the long, fast descent. By the time they catch us up in the village at the bottom we're already eating more buns and drinking coffee. They look even less impressed.
The moral of the story is clear - it's not the push iron your on, but how you ride it.
Fast, slow, in between, expensive or cheap - just enjoy the ride.
Yours
TPR
But what the Dickens is this talk of "iron" about, I hear you ask? Well, push irons of course, and in particular, just how good they need to be. Can you get by and have fun with just "any old iron"? The simple answer is "yes!". Bikes, hey? Where do you start.....or finish?! Mountain, road, hybrid, track, single-speed, fixed gear, carbon fibre, steel, titanium, alloy, £500, £1,000, £2,000, £5,000, etc, etc. But, it's the latter I'm concerned with here - cold, hard cash. You earn it, the bike shop wants it. Some guy once said, "It's not about the bike". I can't remember his name but he was a rider of some note. He was right though. It's about enjoying yourself on the bike and when it comes to going faster, training wisely and increasing your fitness/eating well can more than make up for the fact that you're on a significantly cheaper machine than other cyclists. My first mountain bike was a fully rigid Marin. Second hand. £100. Bargain. A steel machine, with pretty basic components, it was certainly no light weight. But, it was reliable, comfy and a great bike to learn the basics of off road riding on. One of my most memorable rides aboard my Marin was when myself and a friend blew away a group of fellow mountain bikers riding much more expensive machines - an excellent case in point that money can't buy fitness. More than a few years ago........
Me and said friend were riding one of our favourite routes in very hilly country. We'd paused at the bottom of a tough climb to fuel up on butties and flapjack - lunch al fresco. Into view, approaching the bottom of the climb come a group of four riders. As they get nearer we see that they're all riding very nice bikes indeed - a couple were Dekerfs, with top notch componentry - we're tallking £2k plus. We exchange "hellos" and as they pass I say, "See you later" (not meaning it literally). But one of the guys seems to think so and replies, "Yeah?..." with a chuckle and backwards, disparaging glance at my "bottom notch" Marin, as though to say, "I doubt it!". Well, I'm not one to rise to the bait......but we quickly finished our lunch stop and set off in pursuit! Half way up the climb, the "Dekerf boys" are spitting blood and as we sail by with a cheery "Awright?", they don't look too happy. We top out well ahead of the four musketeers and begin the long, fast descent. By the time they catch us up in the village at the bottom we're already eating more buns and drinking coffee. They look even less impressed.
The moral of the story is clear - it's not the push iron your on, but how you ride it.
Fast, slow, in between, expensive or cheap - just enjoy the ride.
Yours
TPR
Wednesday 6 February 2008
Ride Safe
With the sad loss of a well known cyclist recently, thoughts turn again to the dangers of cycling on the road.
There's no doubt about it, cyclists are very vulnerable. I've had several close shaves myself, including one a couple of years ago where I still can't believe I got away with it. It was so close (in the last fraction of a second I resigned myself to the horrendous impact) and "serious injury guaranteed" that instead of the anger, or shock, one usually feels after such incidents, for some while afterwards I couldn't stop grinning with sheer relief! I was very lucky.
As a cyclist, I think it pays to assume that at every junction, roundabout, etc there is the potential for you to get knocked down. Proceed with the mind set that drivers will not see you. If possible try to make eye contact with drivers. Have they seen you? Will they approach or pass you with caution? At every parked car, assume that someone inside will open the door as you approach. You can guarantee that on the one occasion you don't, out will pop the car door! The ultimate example thus far of a driver not seeing me on my bike happened one Christmas not too long ago.
I was approaching a cross roads down the main road indicating right. At the cross roads was a chap in a car who was clearly intending to go straight over, i.e. he was at the give way - my right of way. Despite the fact that there were no over vehicles in sight, visibility was excellent and I was wearing a bright blue top, as I started to make my turn, I knew that the guy in the car hadn't see me. Out of the junction he started to pull. Only at the point of me being just to the side of his wing (after taking quick avoiding action!) and literally staring him in the face through the windscreen did he see me. And when he did, the look said, "Christ, where did you come from!?". Well, up the road, plain as day, for about 100 yards was the answer!
Whilst being cautious, you should assert your position on the road. If you ride too close to the kerb or side of the road, drivers will be tempted to go around you when they should wait for any traffic coming in the opposite direction to pass, if there's clearly not enough room. You may feel pressured by vehicles behind you, but by trying to accomodate them and tempting them to pass, you may well put yourself in more danger. If, however, you feel the breath of an enormous lorry bearing down on you from the rear on a quiet, narrow, country lane, it might be very sensible to pull in and let it pass. Employ common sense. Not only might this prevent you from being squashed, it will help make the lorry driver in question that bit more cyclist friendly, which can't be a bad thing!
Above all else, NEVER ride pillion on a brakeless BMX with a lunatic at the controls who has a tendency to ride through busy cross roads without looking, screaming like a banshee, after spending the afternoon in the pub and whilst carrying a large bag of takeaway curry!.........as an also "very lucky" friend of mine once did many moons ago.
Take care out there.
The Pale Rider
There's no doubt about it, cyclists are very vulnerable. I've had several close shaves myself, including one a couple of years ago where I still can't believe I got away with it. It was so close (in the last fraction of a second I resigned myself to the horrendous impact) and "serious injury guaranteed" that instead of the anger, or shock, one usually feels after such incidents, for some while afterwards I couldn't stop grinning with sheer relief! I was very lucky.
As a cyclist, I think it pays to assume that at every junction, roundabout, etc there is the potential for you to get knocked down. Proceed with the mind set that drivers will not see you. If possible try to make eye contact with drivers. Have they seen you? Will they approach or pass you with caution? At every parked car, assume that someone inside will open the door as you approach. You can guarantee that on the one occasion you don't, out will pop the car door! The ultimate example thus far of a driver not seeing me on my bike happened one Christmas not too long ago.
I was approaching a cross roads down the main road indicating right. At the cross roads was a chap in a car who was clearly intending to go straight over, i.e. he was at the give way - my right of way. Despite the fact that there were no over vehicles in sight, visibility was excellent and I was wearing a bright blue top, as I started to make my turn, I knew that the guy in the car hadn't see me. Out of the junction he started to pull. Only at the point of me being just to the side of his wing (after taking quick avoiding action!) and literally staring him in the face through the windscreen did he see me. And when he did, the look said, "Christ, where did you come from!?". Well, up the road, plain as day, for about 100 yards was the answer!
Whilst being cautious, you should assert your position on the road. If you ride too close to the kerb or side of the road, drivers will be tempted to go around you when they should wait for any traffic coming in the opposite direction to pass, if there's clearly not enough room. You may feel pressured by vehicles behind you, but by trying to accomodate them and tempting them to pass, you may well put yourself in more danger. If, however, you feel the breath of an enormous lorry bearing down on you from the rear on a quiet, narrow, country lane, it might be very sensible to pull in and let it pass. Employ common sense. Not only might this prevent you from being squashed, it will help make the lorry driver in question that bit more cyclist friendly, which can't be a bad thing!
Above all else, NEVER ride pillion on a brakeless BMX with a lunatic at the controls who has a tendency to ride through busy cross roads without looking, screaming like a banshee, after spending the afternoon in the pub and whilst carrying a large bag of takeaway curry!.........as an also "very lucky" friend of mine once did many moons ago.
Take care out there.
The Pale Rider
Thursday 31 January 2008
The "Old Man" Cometh!
He's on his way. The road cycling, marathon running, mountain bike single speeding, all round good egg, that is my Old Man. He's in damn good shape for his years and doubtless he'll be looking forward to getting active during his visit to my humble abode. Luckily for me I'm in my "rest phase" and won't be joining him for his doubtless intended training runs of half marathon distance and beyond come wind, rain, or both! No, six miles or so is the extent of my winter running outings at present. Of course, he's bringing one of his bikes and I'm looking forward to doing a few miles together.
The last time I rode any distance with the old boy was in Sweden last summer. He said he'd been getting a "few" off road miles in on the single speed in the months before we met up. When I arrived I could see he wasn't kidding. He was looking lean and mean! Having already sussed out miles of local forest trails, I had the luxury of been guided round some pretty decent tracks. As a new-comer to mountain biking, Pops impressed with his trail handling skills and hill climbing prowess. Although of course, as he's fond of reminding me, "I use to ride across moorland on my bike many a time when I was a lad!". Yes, years before the likes of Gary Fisher and Mike Sinyard were riding their clunkers and sowing the seeds of modern day mountain biking, The Pale Rider Senior was hammering the trails on his cast iron hobby horse! And doubtless many others of his generation and earlier ones can claim the same thing. Good to know.
It's also good to know that if I keep myself in shape and don't have a tragic accident with a steam roller or something similar, I'll still be cycling and running in my 60's and, hopefully, well beyond. And if there's anyone reading this who is in their 60's and thinks it's too late to get in shape, you couldn't be more wrong. The road and trail awaits you.....
Well, the hour grows late and I need my rest.
Night all.
TPR
The last time I rode any distance with the old boy was in Sweden last summer. He said he'd been getting a "few" off road miles in on the single speed in the months before we met up. When I arrived I could see he wasn't kidding. He was looking lean and mean! Having already sussed out miles of local forest trails, I had the luxury of been guided round some pretty decent tracks. As a new-comer to mountain biking, Pops impressed with his trail handling skills and hill climbing prowess. Although of course, as he's fond of reminding me, "I use to ride across moorland on my bike many a time when I was a lad!". Yes, years before the likes of Gary Fisher and Mike Sinyard were riding their clunkers and sowing the seeds of modern day mountain biking, The Pale Rider Senior was hammering the trails on his cast iron hobby horse! And doubtless many others of his generation and earlier ones can claim the same thing. Good to know.
It's also good to know that if I keep myself in shape and don't have a tragic accident with a steam roller or something similar, I'll still be cycling and running in my 60's and, hopefully, well beyond. And if there's anyone reading this who is in their 60's and thinks it's too late to get in shape, you couldn't be more wrong. The road and trail awaits you.....
Well, the hour grows late and I need my rest.
Night all.
TPR
Monday 28 January 2008
Fruit, Glorious Fruit!
"Fruit is the panacea for good health", Sir Ranulph Fiennes tells us in his excellent book, "Fit for Life". And let's face it, someone who managed to run 7 marathons in 7 days must know a thing or two about keeping in shape.
In the interests of my fellow cyclists' good health, I'm sure Sir Ranulph won't mind me quoting a little more information vis-a-vis fruit from my well thumbed copy of said book. Here goes:
"The human body system, from hands and teeth to digestive juices, was designed to cope superbly with fruit and not meat, or even cereals. ....nothing fulfils our vitamin, mineral and toxin-cleansing water needs more effectively than fruit. The quicker and easier food is to digest, the better it is for our health. ....the typical digestion time for most fruits is 30 minutes, as opposed to 35 hours for red, fatty meat.... ".
35 hours?! Indeed. Not alot of people know that, as Mr Caine might say. It certainly surprised me. So, what are some of Sir Ran's top fruits? Perhaps No. 1, and the cyclist's favourite, it's the banana. Need I say more? Filling, packed with goodness and they come in their own little yellow jacket. A is for Apple - keep one handy. Oranges - always a firm favourite. Figs, raisins, dates to name but a few - the list goes on. In short, fruit is "the Daddy!".
Of course, a fit, active cyclist needs a little more than just fruit to get by on. Good quality protein for one. But, suffice to say, if your fruit intake currently consists of the odd apple or orange here and there, you should think seriously about remedying that as soon as possible.
Right, must dash, I think I can smell my sirloin steak burning.....
Until next time.
Yours
TPR
In the interests of my fellow cyclists' good health, I'm sure Sir Ranulph won't mind me quoting a little more information vis-a-vis fruit from my well thumbed copy of said book. Here goes:
"The human body system, from hands and teeth to digestive juices, was designed to cope superbly with fruit and not meat, or even cereals. ....nothing fulfils our vitamin, mineral and toxin-cleansing water needs more effectively than fruit. The quicker and easier food is to digest, the better it is for our health. ....the typical digestion time for most fruits is 30 minutes, as opposed to 35 hours for red, fatty meat.... ".
35 hours?! Indeed. Not alot of people know that, as Mr Caine might say. It certainly surprised me. So, what are some of Sir Ran's top fruits? Perhaps No. 1, and the cyclist's favourite, it's the banana. Need I say more? Filling, packed with goodness and they come in their own little yellow jacket. A is for Apple - keep one handy. Oranges - always a firm favourite. Figs, raisins, dates to name but a few - the list goes on. In short, fruit is "the Daddy!".
Of course, a fit, active cyclist needs a little more than just fruit to get by on. Good quality protein for one. But, suffice to say, if your fruit intake currently consists of the odd apple or orange here and there, you should think seriously about remedying that as soon as possible.
Right, must dash, I think I can smell my sirloin steak burning.....
Until next time.
Yours
TPR
Sunday 27 January 2008
Darkman
Hello again, people!
In the winter months I occasionally head out for a night ride on the mountain bike. I particularly like setting off as dusk is falling, as I decided to late this afternoon. The trail starts right outside my door and within a mile I'm on forest track. Where am I going? I'm not really sure! But, I know the tracks, so no worries. Within half an hour darkness closes in and my lights show the way ahead.
There's a cold wind blowing, but the skies are fairly clear - little danger of rain. With no light polution the stars are bright and numerous. I've decided to do a straight out and back ride. I come to a short, sharp climb and power up it. I'm feeling good and enjoy the exertion. A few more miles go by and soon enough I reach my furthest point. I dismount, switch my lights off and lay the bike down. The wind has dropped and I stand motionless, listening intently. Apart from the slight movement of the nearby trees in the breeze it is silent. The nearest farmhouse is about four miles away. Looking skywards, I try to identify a few constellations with my limited knowledge of the night sky. After five minutes or so I begin to contemplate heading back, but the stillness and "back of beyond" feel to the place makes me linger.
The chill of the night air eventually sparks me back to life and I turn for home. Having warmed back up during the first mile or so, I begin to up the tempo. The forest track starts to head downwards and my speed picks up. I click into the big gears and hammer it. The thought of a deer dashing out in front of me crosses my mind, but I dismiss it. I think they'll have heard and seen me coming some way back! Something flashes overhead and to the front. An owl, I think. There's plenty around. The last mile or so is all down hill, but soft and loose in places. I ease off a bit, not wanting to come a cropper in sight of the finish.
Back at the homestead safe and sound. That was a good one. A quick clean of my trusty steed, then whack the Shepherd's Pie in the oven (one I prepared earlier!). Shower and a couple of strong real ales by the coal fire while the foods a cookin'. Yes Siree, all's well with The Pale Rider tonight.
In the winter months I occasionally head out for a night ride on the mountain bike. I particularly like setting off as dusk is falling, as I decided to late this afternoon. The trail starts right outside my door and within a mile I'm on forest track. Where am I going? I'm not really sure! But, I know the tracks, so no worries. Within half an hour darkness closes in and my lights show the way ahead.
There's a cold wind blowing, but the skies are fairly clear - little danger of rain. With no light polution the stars are bright and numerous. I've decided to do a straight out and back ride. I come to a short, sharp climb and power up it. I'm feeling good and enjoy the exertion. A few more miles go by and soon enough I reach my furthest point. I dismount, switch my lights off and lay the bike down. The wind has dropped and I stand motionless, listening intently. Apart from the slight movement of the nearby trees in the breeze it is silent. The nearest farmhouse is about four miles away. Looking skywards, I try to identify a few constellations with my limited knowledge of the night sky. After five minutes or so I begin to contemplate heading back, but the stillness and "back of beyond" feel to the place makes me linger.
The chill of the night air eventually sparks me back to life and I turn for home. Having warmed back up during the first mile or so, I begin to up the tempo. The forest track starts to head downwards and my speed picks up. I click into the big gears and hammer it. The thought of a deer dashing out in front of me crosses my mind, but I dismiss it. I think they'll have heard and seen me coming some way back! Something flashes overhead and to the front. An owl, I think. There's plenty around. The last mile or so is all down hill, but soft and loose in places. I ease off a bit, not wanting to come a cropper in sight of the finish.
Back at the homestead safe and sound. That was a good one. A quick clean of my trusty steed, then whack the Shepherd's Pie in the oven (one I prepared earlier!). Shower and a couple of strong real ales by the coal fire while the foods a cookin'. Yes Siree, all's well with The Pale Rider tonight.
Friday 25 January 2008
Why Bother?
Wise words indeed from Master Yoda. Thanks for standing in little man.
I'm in philosophical mood this evening. But time is short, so this will be a very brief post I'm afraid.
All cyclists, myself included, sometimes say to themselves, "Why am I doing this?". These words might drift into the mind when suffering on the bike, perhaps during a race or when the Almighty makes it pour down just for a laugh near the end of a particularly gruelling ride. But such a thought might come on a beautiful sunny day when all's well. So, why are we doing this? There are lots of possible answers, but for many the main reasons are because they enjoy riding their bike and it keeps them fit. Why bother keeping fit?
Simply put, looking after your physical health is arguably the most important investment you can make. So, if it's some time since you made a "payment in", dust off the bike and get out there! And when you are.....
Shout "hello!" if you see me on the road or trail
I'm sure to give you a hearty hail
To ignore me would be such a shame
But, please, don't ask me my name
Yours
The Pale Rider
I'm in philosophical mood this evening. But time is short, so this will be a very brief post I'm afraid.
All cyclists, myself included, sometimes say to themselves, "Why am I doing this?". These words might drift into the mind when suffering on the bike, perhaps during a race or when the Almighty makes it pour down just for a laugh near the end of a particularly gruelling ride. But such a thought might come on a beautiful sunny day when all's well. So, why are we doing this? There are lots of possible answers, but for many the main reasons are because they enjoy riding their bike and it keeps them fit. Why bother keeping fit?
Simply put, looking after your physical health is arguably the most important investment you can make. So, if it's some time since you made a "payment in", dust off the bike and get out there! And when you are.....
Shout "hello!" if you see me on the road or trail
I'm sure to give you a hearty hail
To ignore me would be such a shame
But, please, don't ask me my name
Yours
The Pale Rider
Sunday 20 January 2008
"I Can't Climb"
The words "I can't climb" are often uttered by those cyclists who start going backwards when the road goes upwards. Nonsense. Everyone can climb. Obviously, some are far better than others, but if you have the will, you too can kill that hill.
What makes a good climber? Well, usually, the really good ones are very lightly built - in the 9 to 10 stone region. But, they pack alot of power! Lightweight, plus power equals fast hill climbing. So, the first question for those wishing to improve their climbing ability is, "Have I eaten all the pies?". If you're packing too much lard, lose it! Now, I'm not suggesting you try to make yourself as stick thin as some of the climbing specialists of the professional peloton (afterall, it's nice to be able to open a stiff lid on a jar of marmalade), but try eating a few less pasties and say "no" to that fifth pint of lager.
Next, and perhaps most importantly, in order to become a better climber on the bike you.....wait for it.....have to climb more! In my experience, those cyclists who say they can't climb have often simply tried, found it hard and given up. "Oh, I'm best on the flat", they sometimes say, which makes me chuckle. Yes, it's tough and it can hurt, but you will get better and stronger with practice and hard work.
"You must master the hill, Daniel San", as Mr Miyagi might say. If you find riding hills hurts, make it as easy as possible. Start tackling them in a very easy gear. Go slowly, take your time. Don't let the hill hurt you. As you become more confident and stronger, start riding up it in a slightly harder gear. Ride within your limits. If you have to and can afford it, invest in smaller gears. I recommend a compact chainset for tackling hilly roads, particularly very steep hills, by which I mean 1:6 or steeper. I ride a 34, 26 bottom gear, which enables me to handle the steepest hills with confidence. Less powerful riders may be better suited with a triple chain ring. You often see cyclists trying to climb hills with gears which they do not have the power to turn effectively. Do youself, particularly your knees, a favour and use gears in keeping with your ability.
"Rise with power". When you get out of the saddle on a climb to apply more power, make sure your extra effort doesn't go to waste - shift into a bigger gear. If staying seated, which you should try to do for most of the time, try siting back on the saddle to really engage the upper part of your quadriceps. Stay focused, as relaxed as possible and concentrate on maintaining a good cadence.
In the event of you really starting to suffer on a climb, bring to mind that well-known US Marine recruitment propaganda, "Pain is weakness leaving the body" - the laughter it induces will make you feel better!
Heed these words and the hill master you will. Listen not and slump to the side of the road in a ditch you must.
Master Yoda (standing in for the Pale Rider I am)
What makes a good climber? Well, usually, the really good ones are very lightly built - in the 9 to 10 stone region. But, they pack alot of power! Lightweight, plus power equals fast hill climbing. So, the first question for those wishing to improve their climbing ability is, "Have I eaten all the pies?". If you're packing too much lard, lose it! Now, I'm not suggesting you try to make yourself as stick thin as some of the climbing specialists of the professional peloton (afterall, it's nice to be able to open a stiff lid on a jar of marmalade), but try eating a few less pasties and say "no" to that fifth pint of lager.
Next, and perhaps most importantly, in order to become a better climber on the bike you.....wait for it.....have to climb more! In my experience, those cyclists who say they can't climb have often simply tried, found it hard and given up. "Oh, I'm best on the flat", they sometimes say, which makes me chuckle. Yes, it's tough and it can hurt, but you will get better and stronger with practice and hard work.
"You must master the hill, Daniel San", as Mr Miyagi might say. If you find riding hills hurts, make it as easy as possible. Start tackling them in a very easy gear. Go slowly, take your time. Don't let the hill hurt you. As you become more confident and stronger, start riding up it in a slightly harder gear. Ride within your limits. If you have to and can afford it, invest in smaller gears. I recommend a compact chainset for tackling hilly roads, particularly very steep hills, by which I mean 1:6 or steeper. I ride a 34, 26 bottom gear, which enables me to handle the steepest hills with confidence. Less powerful riders may be better suited with a triple chain ring. You often see cyclists trying to climb hills with gears which they do not have the power to turn effectively. Do youself, particularly your knees, a favour and use gears in keeping with your ability.
"Rise with power". When you get out of the saddle on a climb to apply more power, make sure your extra effort doesn't go to waste - shift into a bigger gear. If staying seated, which you should try to do for most of the time, try siting back on the saddle to really engage the upper part of your quadriceps. Stay focused, as relaxed as possible and concentrate on maintaining a good cadence.
In the event of you really starting to suffer on a climb, bring to mind that well-known US Marine recruitment propaganda, "Pain is weakness leaving the body" - the laughter it induces will make you feel better!
Heed these words and the hill master you will. Listen not and slump to the side of the road in a ditch you must.
Master Yoda (standing in for the Pale Rider I am)
Friday 11 January 2008
Ditch the Bike
Greetings!
As much as I love cycling, come winter I like to do other things to keep the fitness up and get "out there". One of these is hiking. Now before all you hardened cyclists scoff, heading for the hills and mountains on foot can provide you with a real workout! When I say hiking, I'm not talking about ambling along Ramblers Association stylee. No, the walking I have in mind is fast and furious (well, perhaps just mildly annoyed). 4 to 5mph up hill and down dale. Essentially, marching. And if you're feeling good, occasionally breaking into a trot; speed-marching. The former will get you fit, the latter very. If you've never tried walking up a hill or mountain as quickly as you can, give it a go. If you do it right, you should be sweating like a pig in a sauna by the time you reach the top. Sometimes I like to try going faster and faster the higher I go. Vigorous hiking provides a great cardiovascular workout and there are other benefits. Apart from the fantastic views you get to soak up (when the tops aren't in cloud!), there's no dirty bike to clean when you get back.
So, why not ditch the push iron a couple of times this winter, pack some waterproofs, enormous sandwiches, cake and a flask of coffee, and hit the hills!
"But what about getting the winter miles in on the bike?!", I hear the die-hard roadies cry. Sure "base miles" are important for cycling fitness, particularly for those who race. But you can have too much of a good thing - it could be you're just training your body to go slow! My tip: cut the mileage a bit and increase the tempo. 30 miles at a lively pace is worth more than 50 plodding and you get back to eat your lunch quicker! Or, as suggested, pop on your best yodeling trousers this Sunday, leave the bike at home and head for the hills. Do something different now and again - it's good for the mind, body and soul.
A quick cycling food tip before I say farewell for now: nuts and raisins. I often take a handful in tin foil with me on rides. I favour walnuts, but any will do really. Mixed with raisins they give a great energy boost should you find yourself flagging. I wouldn't try to eat them on the move though!
Respect in da House!
DJ Pale Rider
As much as I love cycling, come winter I like to do other things to keep the fitness up and get "out there". One of these is hiking. Now before all you hardened cyclists scoff, heading for the hills and mountains on foot can provide you with a real workout! When I say hiking, I'm not talking about ambling along Ramblers Association stylee. No, the walking I have in mind is fast and furious (well, perhaps just mildly annoyed). 4 to 5mph up hill and down dale. Essentially, marching. And if you're feeling good, occasionally breaking into a trot; speed-marching. The former will get you fit, the latter very. If you've never tried walking up a hill or mountain as quickly as you can, give it a go. If you do it right, you should be sweating like a pig in a sauna by the time you reach the top. Sometimes I like to try going faster and faster the higher I go. Vigorous hiking provides a great cardiovascular workout and there are other benefits. Apart from the fantastic views you get to soak up (when the tops aren't in cloud!), there's no dirty bike to clean when you get back.
So, why not ditch the push iron a couple of times this winter, pack some waterproofs, enormous sandwiches, cake and a flask of coffee, and hit the hills!
"But what about getting the winter miles in on the bike?!", I hear the die-hard roadies cry. Sure "base miles" are important for cycling fitness, particularly for those who race. But you can have too much of a good thing - it could be you're just training your body to go slow! My tip: cut the mileage a bit and increase the tempo. 30 miles at a lively pace is worth more than 50 plodding and you get back to eat your lunch quicker! Or, as suggested, pop on your best yodeling trousers this Sunday, leave the bike at home and head for the hills. Do something different now and again - it's good for the mind, body and soul.
A quick cycling food tip before I say farewell for now: nuts and raisins. I often take a handful in tin foil with me on rides. I favour walnuts, but any will do really. Mixed with raisins they give a great energy boost should you find yourself flagging. I wouldn't try to eat them on the move though!
Respect in da House!
DJ Pale Rider
Tuesday 8 January 2008
Going nowhere fast!
Hello again!
As I alluded to in my last posting, winter is a good time for hitting the turbo trainer ("TT") if you have one. For many the TT is an instrument of torture. But it needn't be that way. Think positive! My tip is to keep TT sessions short - 40 minutes maximum, but I rarely do longer than 30 minutes The longer you use it, the more likely you will get bored and fed up, which will mean an unproductive training session and you'll be less inclined to use the TT again.
Keep it simple. Get on, warm up for five minutes or so and slowly crank it up. I usually do what I feel like doing. If I'm feeling good, I'll hammer it, if not I'll take it steady. You're in control, not the TT! Maybe go hard for three of four mintutes, ease off for a bit and then go hard again. Try to make it as enjoyable/interesting as possible. You might want to use a heart rate monitor, which sometimes I do, but obviously you need to be using it effectively, otherwise it's a waste of time bothering. But, generally I don't use one - I just get on, pedal and make it up as I go along, much like many of my rides on and off road! If you find yourself really struggling to motivate yourself to get on your TT, spare a thought for a friend of mine who specialises in 24 hour mountain bike races. He sometimes does three hour TT sessions! But, this is a chap who's covered 240 off road miles in 24 hour races - clearly insane!!
Happy "stationary" pedalling!
The Pale Rider
As I alluded to in my last posting, winter is a good time for hitting the turbo trainer ("TT") if you have one. For many the TT is an instrument of torture. But it needn't be that way. Think positive! My tip is to keep TT sessions short - 40 minutes maximum, but I rarely do longer than 30 minutes The longer you use it, the more likely you will get bored and fed up, which will mean an unproductive training session and you'll be less inclined to use the TT again.
Keep it simple. Get on, warm up for five minutes or so and slowly crank it up. I usually do what I feel like doing. If I'm feeling good, I'll hammer it, if not I'll take it steady. You're in control, not the TT! Maybe go hard for three of four mintutes, ease off for a bit and then go hard again. Try to make it as enjoyable/interesting as possible. You might want to use a heart rate monitor, which sometimes I do, but obviously you need to be using it effectively, otherwise it's a waste of time bothering. But, generally I don't use one - I just get on, pedal and make it up as I go along, much like many of my rides on and off road! If you find yourself really struggling to motivate yourself to get on your TT, spare a thought for a friend of mine who specialises in 24 hour mountain bike races. He sometimes does three hour TT sessions! But, this is a chap who's covered 240 off road miles in 24 hour races - clearly insane!!
Happy "stationary" pedalling!
The Pale Rider
Saturday 5 January 2008
Beware the Ice!
New Year greetings to all!
It's cold out there at the moment folks and ice is lurking! Be careful! I suggest the turbo trainer might be the best option, but where's the fun in that!? A couple of friends of mine were brought to a complete halt recently whilst climbing a steep hill - they were ambushed by sheet ice and forced, with some hilarity, to crawl on their hands and knees to the side of the road! If only I'd been there to see it! But, seriously fellow bikers, these are dangerous times on little used country roads, particularly on higher ground. Do take care! And if in doubt, give it a miss - they'll be plenty of time for putting the miles in and mashing those pedals soon enough.
Winter training tip: Do some work on your core strength - http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/a/NewCore.htm
I'll leave you with some words from the sadly, long departed Mr Bruce Lee:
“If you always put a limit on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.”
Yours
The Pale Rider
It's cold out there at the moment folks and ice is lurking! Be careful! I suggest the turbo trainer might be the best option, but where's the fun in that!? A couple of friends of mine were brought to a complete halt recently whilst climbing a steep hill - they were ambushed by sheet ice and forced, with some hilarity, to crawl on their hands and knees to the side of the road! If only I'd been there to see it! But, seriously fellow bikers, these are dangerous times on little used country roads, particularly on higher ground. Do take care! And if in doubt, give it a miss - they'll be plenty of time for putting the miles in and mashing those pedals soon enough.
Winter training tip: Do some work on your core strength - http://sportsmedicine.about.com/od/abdominalcorestrength1/a/NewCore.htm
I'll leave you with some words from the sadly, long departed Mr Bruce Lee:
“If you always put a limit on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.”
Yours
The Pale Rider
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