I’ve been too busy or too tired to ride much recently. Last night I had an evening free, and set off on the Bacon Slicer (700c x 233mm, 114 mm cranks, standard Miyata saddle) with the vague idea of doing 10 miles non stop, and possibly 20.
Two laps of the big lake, a diversion along the lane, a wiggle through the little rough path past the sailing club, and I’m on the river bank. The sailing club fleet is out in force, with Wayfarers, Lasers, a big stodgy GP14, LARKs and Toppers zipping about merrily in the sunshine and stiff breeze.
The path here is a metre and a half wide, smooth, rolled grit. It is the Trent Valley Way: a long distance path open to pedestrians, cyclists and equestrians. It is a sunny evening and there are many people about.
I make my way along, with friendly requests for people to “Excuse me” as I approach, and thanking them if they stand to one side. All is right with the world, and after an incredibly bad day at work, I’m slowly starting to unwind.
The lady ahead of me is walking her dog, and it isn’t on a lead. I slow right down to walking pace, make encouraging “Hello, good dog!” noises to let the dog (and the owner) know I’m there as well as to avoid the risk of the dog being startled and jumping at me. I’m doing everything right.
Unfortunately, the dog walker has no real control over the dog, she calls it’s name a few times in a sort of half-hearted panic. Then, as I’m passing her, and as the dog zig zags in front of me giving me no choice but to dismount or have an accident, she says to me, “Oh, that looks dangerous.”
My response is ungracious, and along the lines of, “Not as bldy dangerous as having your dog off the bldy lead on a bldy bridle path you bldy idiot.”
With hindsight, I shouldn’t have said it, but she deserved it. 50 minutes and about 7.7 miles without a dismount, and her dog has caused me to step off.
And before anyone jumps down my throat, I like dogs. Ruth has two Rottweilers who, apart from being difficult to spell, are the perfect companions, daft as brushes, and adorable.
I did exactly 17 miles in 1 hour 56 minutes and was off the uni for less than 10 seconds, but with my obsessive personality, the ride was blemished by that brief dismount. That and the puncture right at the end!