I've had a whole month away from my bike. Someone wanted 'a normal holiday, like normal people have'! So in between sunning and gorging myself I pined quietly as Roberta went into hibernation. She was fast asleep when I got back – it said so on her computer! Strange things seemed to have happened while […]
Archive for February 2011
Spring is coming, so in anticipation of better weather (and before the forthcoming poverty of fatherhood) I thought I'd treat myself to a new pair of wheels for the Kinesis. I say treat, but the rim wear indicators on my Alex 18s have already disappeared and the original hubs are too cheap to justify simply […]
Yesterday Chris and I met up in Market Weighton and cycled a 38-mile loop in some of the best cycling country I've been to in the UK. My first ever visit to the Wolds in the East Riding of Yorkshire, although I've been to York many times. The Yorkshire Wolds lie east of York and […]
What the hell does that title mean? All will be revealed, presently. My father was from the Glen of Aherlow in Co.Tipperary, a lovely valley at the foot of Galteemore, the highest of the Galtee Mountains, and for you lovers of mountains, a Munro. Aherlow is correctly pronounced Aherla, as the name Aherlow was coined […]
Titanium Man is a wimp. He doesn’t work hard enough. So I’ve stopped riding with him. Instead I am riding against myself.
Cycle touring in Denmark, 2010 (Germany across the water) It's already nearly one third of the way from the winter solstice to the summer solstice and Mrs Taylor reminded me that we need to get on and plan our cycling tour of Holland in May. She's the one who'll decide which places we visit, so […]
Inspired by Mick's semi-century, I tried to have a go. However, I didn't get out of the house until 11 am and wanted to be back in daylight, so I didn't have the time. That's my excuse. Besides, I spent a while exploring the delights of Cambridgeshire's Guided Busway. And my odometer has a manual […]
Every place has its best season. If you cycle in Andalucia in the spring the fields will be dappled with gorgeous wild flowers, the grass will usually be green and it will look 1000 times more beautiful than it does in autumn, when everything is brown, brittle and withered. I had often imagined Extremadura to […]
I havent written to the blog for AGES.... I am missing my cycling. Its not even as if I am NOT cycling, because I am. But doing miles fewer than I manage when the weather is milder, like many other cyclists of course, and the days longer... soon the season gets underway again, and I […]
The weather is supposed to be fine and clear tomorrow, and I need to get out and ride. The winter seems interminable and it's grey and damp here now. I've been busy indoors these past few days, and my conscience is clear – chores complete, jobs done – even the ironing! So I can ride […]
Brown Bike's odometer and speedometer have stopped working, although the cadence function is fine. I suspect a busted wire, but when I compare the two sensors and spot a tide-mark on the chain stay, I realise the wheel sensor has slipped backwards. Easily fixed.
The day the Humber Bridge opened we had a day off school. At least that's how I remember it. The 17th July 1981 was a Friday and I do have vague recollections of the event. Yesterday's planned CTC ride was across the bridge to Messingham on the south bank. I was too pushed for time […]
By Command of Her Majesty, in January 2011 the British Secretary of State for Transport presented to Parliament a White Paper titled: Creating Growth, Cutting Carbon – Making Sustainable Local Transport Happen. The launch of this initiative is accompanied by a Local Sustainable Transport Fund of £560 million spread over four years to 2014-15. Overall, […]
One of two exercise bikes at East Park's outdoor gym in Hull. This time next week, if all goes to plan, I shall be striding over the North York Moors National Park on 10-mile walk that one of my companions for the day has probably found on the Internet. That's the sort of thing I […]
Fenstanton is the birthplace of John Howland (c1591). He may have worked in Leiden, Netherlands, before at the age of 29 sailing with his boss on the Mayflower to the New World. On the voyage, Howland fell overboard but was rescued. If he had drowned, the world would now be very different. He married a […]