Last Saturday I had a great 40 mile ride, out down through Pixham, Punchbowl Lane and south through Newdigate until I was completely lost. Nothing new there for the man who does not take a map with him. On South I went until Crawley. Here I turned North and headed back through Leigh, Betchworth, Brockham and back to Pixham and back along past Denbies and yes, up Boxhill again, and yes I got overtaken by 2 people, ... again .... I looked at the lead bike and it said Rocco Forte on the downtube. Now my theory is that the chap pedalling was the real Rocco Forte. I did an internet search and did not find a bike called the Rocco Forte, but who knows. He was going well. The second guy with him also left me standing, so I put my head down and huffed and puffed a bit more to catch him, (I did at the top of the hill). Half way up the 2nd zigzag, head down, pumping the pedals, doing about 9mph (not bad for me), I hit a motorbike. Well I glanced it. Some chap on some old WW2 mudplugger of a bike was parked on the edge of the road. Well I did not see him until the footpeg and my shin collided.
Owwww, but still wanting to catch the guy in front I kept going. So now I have a footpeg dent in my left shin. For a moment I thought I would stop and give him a mouthful, but then I thought it was my own fault, I should have been looking where I was going. So I didn't and he did not say anything to me either as he overtook me a minute later. Note to me, 'keep looking up, dumbkopf'. But then, you, well I, just don't expect someone to park half way up a hill. Ummm dumbkopf, he was probably picking up roadkill.
So, finally not a bad week, training wise. I feel good too, I feel like there is some strength in my legs. Must keep it up. Swimming has suffered a tad and I should go back to the lake sometime soon.
Sophies school sports day coming up this week, I'm on the bench so have time off to fit in some training.
Owwww, but still wanting to catch the guy in front I kept going. So now I have a footpeg dent in my left shin. For a moment I thought I would stop and give him a mouthful, but then I thought it was my own fault, I should have been looking where I was going. So I didn't and he did not say anything to me either as he overtook me a minute later. Note to me, 'keep looking up, dumbkopf'. But then, you, well I, just don't expect someone to park half way up a hill. Ummm dumbkopf, he was probably picking up roadkill.
