“I try and ride a lot, but it has been a bit less now because it is cold… Continue reading
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I managed to get to the Ghent Six Day exhibit at the museum this week. A chance to see the heritage of the six day,film, images, posters that date back into the 1930s.
And then, at the museum café, a chance to have artisanal beers that had a little fun with the Molteni name – Molteni.
The sense of humour extended to a jersey on the wall in the same colours and fonts as the jersey made famous by Eddy Mercks.
“I tried my hand at a touring again, this year. Upgraded the bike to touring standards, loaded the panniers and headed out. You think it’s going to be easy, riding slow and steady. Instead, it was headwind after headwind. Even when I turned around for the return, the wind did an about face and I had even more work to make the pedals turn around.” Continue reading
“The first thing that came to my eyes was the colour. A fire engine red… Continue reading
Caught in the hailstorm yesterday: “It is totally ridiculous. I was riding all day and I was kind of OK, and then I thought, ‘My day is done and I am going home’ – and bam!” Continue reading
There may not be many cycling routes in and around St John’s. You tend to find a few routes and then click into repeat mode. But there are advantages. Some of the scenery is incredible – almost enough to draw your eye from your front wheel.
In the decade I was riding a bike seriously in Newfoundland, there were certain realities. Newfie cyclists know two road levels. You are either riding uphill or downhill. The flats are few and very far between.
The Portugal Cove ride, the one pictured, has a constant procession of hills. Long drags, short cliff faces, rolling tips and then, when your legs are done, a four kilometer mountain col-like ascent that has clipped off more than a handful of wanne-be hill climbers.
With conditions like this, riding here for a few weeks and getting your legs means you can step out to anywhere else and cope with what is offered. Newfie cyclist may not be the fastest, but they arfe not bothered by the smattering of hills that has most cyclists crying in their lactic acid.
This return reminded me of how lucky I was for the terrain (not the car drivers). I live in Europe now and, save for visits to mountain passes, have rarely come across a hill that offers a real challenge. In Newfoundland, any and every ride would bring me face to face with gradients I would be easily able to avoid in the European cycling havens.
“C’est pas si grave.” … “It’s not so bad.” Continue reading
“My routine is, I leave in the morning with two kids on it. One in the trailer and the other one here on the chair…. Continue reading