Saturday, 3 October 2015

Friday MTB

I really like mountain biking on a Friday night. The gnarlier the route the better. Well gnarly for me, (as ever, all exercise is very relative). 

I know lots of people will think that going out on your bike, in the dark, on a Friday night, when most people are heading for the pub, is a bit sad. But I like the way it blows the strains of the week away. 

I take my husband with me ( the boys go to scouts). 

A strange way to have a date night....,...but he's really good at lifting the bikes over gates.

He prefers more road to faffing about on rocky, peaty paths, so we take it in turns to choose the route. We don't go very far. 

Last night it was great. It got dark as we set off. The mist, that has been around in the mornings all week, was replacing the glorious sun of the day and filling the valley. The temperature changed as we cycled round. Freezing, clammy towpath being replaced by toasty pockets of air on top of the moor. 

The traffic was busy as we left the roads.  The crowds battling home at the end of another busy week. The canal boats had their lights on and their wine glasses on the tables. The sheep stampeded around as our bright lights passed and owls made strange noises.

I like the challenge of the moor path. It's quite stony with lots of gullies and paths that change direction. I haven't ridden all the way to the top yet without stopping but I am improving (nearly there). It makes your brain work as well as your legs and lungs. 

I like the downhill grassy bit too. 

The towpath is fun at the moment. Firm and dry, so you can try and go fast, before a bit of road home (quieter now) for food and wine and a whole weekend to look forward to. 

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