Breaking New Ground
After my well earned drink it was time to head North.
On my left is a WW2 pill box, and ahead is another old guy on a mountain bike.
After following in his wheel tracks for a while I blasted off into the distance.
Mind you I don’t know the way, and soon found myself in a farm yard cul-de-sac, with an understanding farmer who let me out via a remotely controlled gate.
You could be forgiven for thinking these old railway lines that now serve as cycle tracks are featureless and boring.
Yes, there was a jogger with a buggy up the track (amazing), and a Heron that flew away when two bikes appeared – but other than that the trail was somewhat dull.
There’s a buzz to turning a big cog and kicking up a cloud of dust, but a few corners and elevation changes make for a more interesting ride.
By now I was gaining great confidence in the bike, the front end grip was simply superb.
My Electra would have been a handful on this track.