Lockdown Locals - Part Two.
Riding through the pandemic.
Even managed to scrape together a video - here.
Nothing has changed since the previous blog, we’re still virus dodging as best we can, riding is still leisurely and local for us. This ought to be day four of our Spanish sojourn but instead the pleasures of this green and pleasant land must suffice. At least the weather has been reasonable, mainly dry and sunny, although not necessarily warm, east wind no good to man nor beast and all that.
Mine and La Mujerita’s rides have all been from the door, stretching the distance and finding the odd bit of off-road to liven things up while everything is bone-dry. In the wider world, most of the others have been active. The Breadlad is still the lucky one, being in riding distance of Guisborough Woods, where he is able to go and dodge the booby traps being laid on the trails by the Viet Cong of North Yorkshire, the intention is to maim a mountain biker and the traps have graduated from the old logs across the trail to broken glass, scattered tacks and nail-studded boards, the most worrying thing is these people are legally allowed to breed and vote. More devastating for The Breadlad is the news parking is to be banned on the roadside at Hutton Village, meaning riding from the front door to Guisborough Woods will be permanent for him rather than the trauma of paying three quid to park at Pinchinthorpe.
Closer to (my) home,someone decided to use the pandemic as a good excuse to try and close a local footpath using a sign so blatantly fake it looked like a baboon had discovered cut and paste.
Bingo Bob has got into the video game, chest camming his way around the area to show us the less industrial villages and towns. Give it a glance here.
The Youth decided he would take his bike to the local quarry jump spot, where grown men on £4k bikes are completely humiliated by pubescents on Apollos and Carreras. The Youth used all his hard earned coaching skills to demonstrate falling off and the importance of wearing a helmet, he was so convincing, his first purchase when the bike shops reopen will be a new helmet.
Oz has been clocking up a few road miles in the Yarm area.
The Ginger One has been finding routes around his beloved Darlington, as Chubby Brown once said,"The only town in England where the football season finishes in July.", when he is not working as much overtime as possible and praying for the snooker club to open its doors and save him from all this fresh air.
My road bike went to a forever home after being in the shed for the past three years or so, oddly enough, when I took it for a test ride prior to adoption almost every roadie had a wave or a cheery smile to return my greeting, when I rode the same route a week later on a mountain bike, I must have been wearing Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak, never in the field of human conflict has so much eye contact been avoided by so many.
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