Honks, bonks and oopsy daisy

Sorry, I couldn't think of a more sensible title for a post to sum up my last two rides. One was across the Humber to Kirton in Lindsey, the other to Malton in North Yorkshire.

For a Sunday morning the roads seemed rather busy over in Barton, on the south bank of the Humber. Having said that, there were four of us and we we riding two abreast on the A1077. I don't like this road, in fact I've become distinctly squeamish about main roads in general just lately.

Just a few miles in to our journey and we were overtaken by at least two cars, the drivers of which leant on their horns as they overtook us. It's silly really, but I still can't help giggling when the hands go up and a friendly group wave is offered to the honking drivers in the hope that they can see the gesture in their rear view mirrors.

On the return from Kirton in Lindsey I felt light-headed. I think it was because I'd been going well and simply not bothered to eat much of the stash in my handlebar bag. I didn't learn. Something similar happened on the next ride, and I wolfed down a ham and mushroom omelette in Malton the following weekend, whilst the others ate their sandwiches at the railway station there. Not quite the 'bonk', then, but close to feeling that way. I must remember to keep nibbling at every opportunity. It's easier in a larger group when you may have to wait a bit for others to catch up at the top of a hill. On Sunday, the others were waiting for me.

Burdale climb

Looking back after the short climb at Burdale near Thixendale.

On my last ride I was notionally the leader for the day, although I did much of my 'leading' from the rear. There wasn't a great turnout (I try not to take it personally), but a decent ride nevertheless. The planned ride was to Malton, and I wanted to include Thixendale to cycle the Big Skies Bike Ride from Malton (or Norton on Derwent). My original route was just too long, so I ironed out the kinks on the day's route and got it to about 86 miles from Cottingham Green.

Descent in to North Grimston

After coming through Wharram le Street and a few short stiff inclines, the welcome descent to North Grimston.

More on the Thixendale to Malton or Norton on Derwent Big Skies Bike Ride later, suffice to say that it was by far the hardest of the routes I've ridden so far. The booklet describes the ride as 'hard'. I would prefer 'tough'.

Birdsall Brow view

A quick snap at a view I didn't do justice to. The top of Birdsall Brow looking back before the descent in to Thixendale.

So a decent ride and more miles clocked up in preparation for the Yorkshire Wolds Cycle Route next Sunday. The previous weekend it was 84 miles, this past weekend I managed 101 miles after adding an extra loop to Dunswell (yes, I know it's silly) to give me my second century ride of the year after the one with Patrick a fortnight earlier.

The reference to 'oopsy daisy'? In Malton/Norton Dave – in his bright yellow jacket – gave a ramrod-straight right arm signal at a mini roundabout. The driver of a car, that had been pootling along, accelerated in to the roundabout just as Dave was in front of him. Dave had shifted his weight so that he could grip the bar top near the centre with his left hand in order to signal with the other. He trapped a finger under the lever as he snatched at his front brake. Mercifully, the car slammed on, but Dave, an ex-serviceman, then let out volley of choice phrases that I won't recount here.

Not quite oopsy daisy, then, but at least it slowed him down. For a bit.

6 comments on “Honks, bonks and oopsy daisy”

  1. Mary wrote:

    Love the pictures as always Chris, and what a heartening sight to see the hills and valley's, our's are shrouded in sea mists these days – even when a gale is howling. I am hoping the ride I am on wiht Tina this weekend takes us along some of these roads or some like them at anyrate. Not including the busy ones here I shall add! Just those lovely single trackers. 🙂

    And this bonking thing... must be sommat in the water. Get ya bag stuffed with scoff. Thats what I am going to do from now on.

    Very pleased to read the Oopsy Daisy wasnt a meet with tarmac and car paint.

  2. Patrick wrote:

    Good title (Honks, bonks and oopsy daisy).

    Chris wrote: ... my second century ride of the year after the one with Patrick a fortnight earlier.

    For the record, Patrick cycled only 47 miles that day!

    Chris, do you think your reluctance to cycle on main roads has something to do with forthcoming fatherhood? Just curious.

    Chris wrote: ... the hands go up and a friendly group wave is offered to the honking drivers in the hope that they can see the gesture in their rear view mirrors.

    A couple of cyclists overtook me the other day (this happens often). It was a busy main road and they were two abreast. Sure enough, a car overtook and honked its horn. The cyclists just gave a friendly wave. The best response, I think.

  3. Kern wrote:

    Good looking countryside. Those hills look nice and gentle – somehow I expect they are not. 🙂

  4. Hilary wrote:

    Chris wrote:

    my second century ride of the year

    and its not even mid April yet!

    Any chance of a tow on this Yorkshire ride?? 🙂

  5. Mick F wrote:

    Hi guys!
    "second century ride"? I'm slacking! I've done half a dozen half-centuries so far .........

    Well done Chris! and see you all in July for a tow.


  6. Garry wrote:

    I love roads that go up and down right and left as in one of the pictures. The WORST road is a long straight flat road. It's a fact of physics.

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