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That’s another month successfully wasted away. In cold hard stats, 17 rides, 29 hours riding, 208 miles, 208 off-road, mainly cold, wet, muddy miles with a lot of wind and the odd dollop of sunshine, just to rekindle our enthusiasm. And we had mist and fog, is that mist or fog? Quick bit of research -
Fog is a cloud that reaches ground level, even if that "ground" is a hill or mountaintop. Mist forms wherever water droplets are suspended in the air by temperature inversion, volcanic activity, or changes in humidity. Fog is denser than mist and tends to last longer.
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| The Lion Inn, Blakey Ridge. |
Thank you Professor Google. We had both, it wet us and chilled us but didn’t deter us, well, some of us, the ones who were actually out in it. The usual settee-bound dilettantes were nowhere to be seen now the clocks have gone back and the temperatures have dropped below double figures.
November also marked two years since that prototype Karl Pilkington, The Pensioner, shuffled off this mortal coil, gone to some better place where the tracks are always wide, well-lit and downhill, the sun shines and there is always a pot of water with the pot of tea in the free cafe. On the anniversary of his demise me and The Youth took ourselves out for a Pensioner ride, wide open tracks and a minimum of technicality. It was grim, another day when the weather showed us who was boss. As pedalled into a rain-filled headwind, the sky as dark as dusk despite it being just past lunchtime, I swore I could hear a ghostly sniggering above the buffeting wind. Later in the ride we met a bespectacled mountain biker, riding an electric bike, his sentences punctuated with profanity. Spooky.
Tuesday 27th November route.
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| Dale Head Farm Tea Room, Rosedale |
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