I NEED A GEL SEAT COVER FOR CHRISTMAS (Thankfully Santa is on the case)
Well I jumped on my shiny new bike for the first time one month ago, my first journey being 7 miles. I was impressed….. My body was very unimpressed! Bike saddles are not as comfy as they were when I was four, had stabilisers and only weighed 3 stone! I have ventured out about twice a week since which is good going for an unfit overweight non cyclist like me. I also managed 19 miles on the flat between Worthing and Brighton pier and back to the middle with my Dad. This was very fun but in true southern form they have taken away the cycle path on Worthing sea front so I am now a closed cycle path rebel and happily cycle over the large and plentiful yellow “NO CYCLING” painted signs on the safe car free tar mac! Bah humbug I’m not getting run over by Christmas shopper’s trying to find a car parking space for no one.
PUNCTURES
Well in my years of having a bike (note I do not profess to ever having been a cyclist until now) I have never had a puncture in fact I thought punctures were something only to be had in cartoons when the coyote puts ACME nails in the road. Little did I know that punctures are frequent when you travel along Worthing sea front, three in fact in one week? The first I didn’t go prepared at all no money, no phone and definitely no repair kit. I was saved by a friend whilst standing looking feeble. The second time I went out with my phone hooray and the local bike store pumped up my tire (thank you). The third time I went out I had a very large ruc sack with a pump, repair kit and spare inner tube and saved myself by pumping up my slow puncture. That’s another thing I have learnt - there are lots of types of puncture it seems the first one was a complete blow out with a sudden “bang” and no air left whatsoever (well it was more like a sudden “poof “ but bang sounds more dramatic) the second was a more gradual hissing slow puncture and the last one was a very slow puncture!
HILLS
This week I did a twelve mile ride with my Dad which involved some steep hills (not mountains apparently). This confirmed that my Dad whom is 66 years old is by far fitter than his 31 year old daughter. Thus the humiliations start….. Stay tuned in to hear whether I manage to get fitter than him.
Well I jumped on my shiny new bike for the first time one month ago, my first journey being 7 miles. I was impressed….. My body was very unimpressed! Bike saddles are not as comfy as they were when I was four, had stabilisers and only weighed 3 stone! I have ventured out about twice a week since which is good going for an unfit overweight non cyclist like me. I also managed 19 miles on the flat between Worthing and Brighton pier and back to the middle with my Dad. This was very fun but in true southern form they have taken away the cycle path on Worthing sea front so I am now a closed cycle path rebel and happily cycle over the large and plentiful yellow “NO CYCLING” painted signs on the safe car free tar mac! Bah humbug I’m not getting run over by Christmas shopper’s trying to find a car parking space for no one.
PUNCTURES
Well in my years of having a bike (note I do not profess to ever having been a cyclist until now) I have never had a puncture in fact I thought punctures were something only to be had in cartoons when the coyote puts ACME nails in the road. Little did I know that punctures are frequent when you travel along Worthing sea front, three in fact in one week? The first I didn’t go prepared at all no money, no phone and definitely no repair kit. I was saved by a friend whilst standing looking feeble. The second time I went out with my phone hooray and the local bike store pumped up my tire (thank you). The third time I went out I had a very large ruc sack with a pump, repair kit and spare inner tube and saved myself by pumping up my slow puncture. That’s another thing I have learnt - there are lots of types of puncture it seems the first one was a complete blow out with a sudden “bang” and no air left whatsoever (well it was more like a sudden “poof “ but bang sounds more dramatic) the second was a more gradual hissing slow puncture and the last one was a very slow puncture!
HILLS
This week I did a twelve mile ride with my Dad which involved some steep hills (not mountains apparently). This confirmed that my Dad whom is 66 years old is by far fitter than his 31 year old daughter. Thus the humiliations start….. Stay tuned in to hear whether I manage to get fitter than him.
No comments:
Post a Comment