Early winter has gripped much of UK including East Yorkshire.........meaning the bike stays in the shed and the feet are used instead
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Riding in the Dark
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light.
At the age of 3 1/2 she was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL). ALL is the most common type of leukemia in children under the age of 15, and progresses rapidly, affecting immature white blood cells (lymphocytes).
She is a regular rider of the Travels with my Mule Team but also rides for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Team In Training (TNT) Charity.
She is an inspiration to many myself included and it makes getting up in the dark all the more easier.
Next year she plans to complete a 100 miles sportive around Lake Tahoe to raise money for TNT.
We (Mule Team) all think she is an absolute star.
If you want to support her for this event follow this link = Taylor
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light.
Lord Byron
For weeks now I have been getting up in the dark, cycling to work in the dark only to return in the dark. When I started this winter comuting, it all seemed a bit of a novelty but as the days have got shorter its becoming a real test.
For weeks now I have been getting up in the dark, cycling to work in the dark only to return in the dark. When I started this winter comuting, it all seemed a bit of a novelty but as the days have got shorter its becoming a real test.
To make matters worse the black cloak that comes with the setting sun has definitely got darker.
I am fine with the dark....honest but am not too keen on the four miles stretch along an isolated country lane.
Its amazing how your imagination plays games with you.
Although I am certain that the rustle I heard in the undergrowth is only a rabbit, once my imagination has processed it I am off...........
Pedaling as fast as my legs will pump into the darkness in certain belief that there is some cycle chomping goblin chasing me.
The other thing that gets me is when a cars headlights suddenly illuminate the road in front of me.
I either count the seconds until I believe he will undoubtedly hit me from behind or look into the illuminated area ahead for mad axe man that has just escaped from the sanatorium.
Both scenarios show a spike of my heart rate on my 'post cycle' Garmin reading.
To try and combat my nocturnal fears I have bought some more lights.
I now have several.
Helmet - front and rear lights
Coat - front and rear lights
Handlebars -Light shining straight ahead and light shining onto kerb ahead of me.
Two rear lights and LED lights strapped on my ankles.
I guess If I do get knocked over the driver will say 'He was blinded by the lights'
As I write about darkness I am reminded about a different darkness that often fills peoples lives.
The darkness associated with bereavement, separation, illness and poverty.
One of our Mules Taylor Bartholemew has had such a darkness which hangs like a shadow over her
At the age of 3 1/2 she was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL). ALL is the most common type of leukemia in children under the age of 15, and progresses rapidly, affecting immature white blood cells (lymphocytes).
When she was sick, her doctor performed immediate injections into her spinal column, which were coupled with blood transfusions from her mother as the donor to replace the damaged blood. She spent weeks in isolation in hospital and then several months in isolation at home as her immune system had been destroyed.
After two years of oral and intravenous medications, and weekly blood tests, she had completed her treatment.
By the age of 5, she beat ALL (just in time to start kindergarten BALD!!)
She is a regular rider of the Travels with my Mule Team but also rides for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Team In Training (TNT) Charity.
She is an inspiration to many myself included and it makes getting up in the dark all the more easier.
Next year she plans to complete a 100 miles sportive around Lake Tahoe to raise money for TNT.
We (Mule Team) all think she is an absolute star.
If you want to support her for this event follow this link = Taylor
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Answer my friend is blowing in the Wind
The last few weeks have seen little activity in the rotation of my bicycle wheels however there has been some movement in my waistline which is starting to develop its own circular shape.
If I dont apply the brakes soon i will have my own unique tubular shape.
The lack of cycling has had nothing to do with dedication but more to do with climate.
If I dont apply the brakes soon i will have my own unique tubular shape.
The lack of cycling has had nothing to do with dedication but more to do with climate.
Each day I watch the weather forecast and despair.
Nature seems to be in some sort of competition with itself to blow all of the leaves off the trees in record time.
I don't mind cycling in the Rain and there has been plenty of that. Nor do I mind cycling in the wind within reason.
1-20 mph not a second thought
20-25 mph without rain I'm still on board
but 30 mph + in the dark is no fun, and fool hardy.
This past week we have had 30-60 mph winds all week with heavy rain.
If that is not bad enough, amongst the precipitation there is an assortment of deciduous offerings.
Do you know a wind blown Horse chestnut leaf can cover your whole face and resemble the texture of a flying bat.
Last week I actually did 130 miles.
On one of the mornings I set off to work in the dark accompanied by a work colleague Anne.
She managed to get a puncture about a mile from work.
Coyly she looked at me proclaiming that she did not know how to rectify the problem.
Her excuse being that she never cycles alone and would rely on her cycle partner husband to 'sort it out' .
Although she had a spare inner tube, she had no tools.
I arrogantly proclaimed that I my pit stop procedure was akin to that of the Formula 1 Red Bull team and that we would be cycling again in the same time that it might take to apply some lipstick.
My ego was soon as deflated as the tyre, when I realised that my own tools were on my road bike. This particular bike being cosily resting at home.
It was then that natures rejects came to my aid.
Looking for divine inspiration I spied a couple of well shaped twigs which along with a ten pence piece was able to be used to strip the offending tyre from its wheel.
For my gallant efforts I was later presented with a fine bottle of 'Chateaux neuf de pape' from Anne.
It came as no surprise that on subsequent journeys I endeavoured to lead Anne over the toughest terrain praying for further punctures.
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