That’s another month over with and not a bad haul of rides, seventeen to be exact, two hundred and fifty, mainly off-road, miles and a minimum of twenty five thousand feet of ascent, depending whose Strava upload you believe. How can something so popular and well used be so inaccurate? We did a ride the other day and our individual Strava ascent figures varied from two thousand six hundred feet to three thousand four hundred feet, a variance of eight hundred feet for the same ride. Segment speeds and total distance also differed considerably, if two people ride up the same hill, setting off at the same time, how can the one who reaches the summit first have the slower Strava time? It’s nothing more than a toy, a diversion but people still take it so seriously, battling to regain their KOM’s not realising they are essentially meaningless anyway. Let’s get back to riding bikes for a laugh not a competition. When Strava is doing the timing for the Olympics or the Tour De France we can take it seriously
Apart from the last day of the month, July’s weather bordered on autumnal, cool, wet and windy and the government is doing its best to keep us on these shores with a sudden tightening of quarantine rules regarding Spain. Are Boris and his crew of public school cronies concerned about coronavirus or do they just want to keep our money in the British economy?
We managed a couple of trips to the Lake District, rescuing The Breadlad from the ignominy of watching Loose Women in a field with all the other caravanners, both rides clocked up a fair amount of ascent, always worth it for the descents though. The remainder of the rides were on home turf, across the North York Moors, where, this month, wind and rain were our constant companions and the factor 30 remained firmly closed.
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