Well, this thread inspired me to get the Bacon Slicer out. First after-work evening ride of the season - the first Monday after the clocks went forward.
23mm slick tyre on a 700c rim, and with 125mm cranks. Tyre pumped to just over 120 psi. AS I prepare to mount in a parking space near the river, a flight of pure white geese takes off noisily and passes overhead in formation.
The first few hundred metres were wobbly, and when I tried to adjust my foot on the pinned pedal, it felt glued in place. Then I found a long flat straight and started to spin, plucked up the courage to ride over the cattle grid and I was away - down a side track, then along a baked mud bridle path with high hawthorn hedges to both sides, and trees growing over to make a tunnel.
A quarter of a mile down there, I met a man with the most magnificent boxer dog I’ve ever seen. It stood staring at me, planted four square and ready for anything. I broke the ice by shouting to the man, “Is he usually OK with unicycles?” I’m not sure he understood the irony, but he replied in kind and the dog relaxed. as I rode past, it looked up at me with those big sorrowful brown eyes, probably pitying me for the loss of my other wheel.
On to the river bank, and a baked mud rut between rough grass. Doing well here, to say that it used to be my ambition to ride this on the 26 x 1.75 on 150s. The skinny wheel takes 100% concentration on this stuff, and I’m having a whale of a time, then a mile into the ride I have a concentration lapse and UPD. I take the opportunity to take off my sweatshirt and put it in my bag.
More of the same, and then an area of broken ground, rough ballast and some of the potholes filled with hardcore. Yippee! I’m a hardcore rider.
Small stones usually ping out from under the hard skinny tyre, making the spokes resonate - but one decides to make a defiant stand and suddenly I am airborne, landing heavily and skinning my knee.
Out onto the footpath at the side of the main road, and for half a mile or so, not one driver hoots, gesticulates, flashes his lights or shouts inane comments. What is the country coming to?
Back onto a bridle path and a couple of miles back to the car. I divert to do the tunnel of trees again; the hawthorn is sprouting the fresh green leaves of spring. A sooty-dark fox runs ahead of me for a minute or two.
Out of the tunnel and I meet a lady walking her labrador puppy which bounds up to me causing me to dismount and make a fuss of it. It’s been swimming and is glad to have someone to cover with muddy water.
Back over the cattle grid and a quick sprint to overtake a wobble-bottomed jogger then I am cruising back towards the car to the sound of sheep baaing in the twilight.
I’d forgotten how much fun the Bacon Slicer can be.