A little further North and the mud was more of a problem. Maybe it’s the heavier horse traffic, or maybe the clay, but there were sections that were as slippery and sticky as ever. Bits of the Ridgeway were as tiring as riding uphill as the mud clung and slipped. None of this was helped by my worn rear tyre that runs fast on the dry flint, but isn’t ideal on clay. Even given the conditions and my slightly reduced fitness after the time off the bike, I still managed all but the most worn uphill cleanly.
Riding myself into the ground was a pleasure after the break and I was more than pleased to clear the hill that you might be able to see on the workout data. It’s just as hard as it looks.
Hopefully this is the start of a good season of riding. I just hope that the family group on hybrids I met on a particularly muddy section, asking where the road was, made it to some tarmac. I was slightly concerned considering I’d just slammed down the first real rollercoaster downhill of the loop.
It felt like one of the moments where pointing out that I wouldn’t have used the bikes they were on to get there wouldn’t be appreciated.
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PS. A prize (of feeling smug) for anyone who gets the pun in the title.
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