Rewenge of the Camelbak - Grin with cat attached — LiveJournal
|Rewenge of the Camelbak||Sep. 7th, 2002 07:32 pm|
I'd almost forgotten what Real Exercise felt like... just done slightly over 20 miles by bike, in a circuit to the north/west of Cambridge in the company of davefish. Yes, I know there's something odd about fish on bicycles, but we'll let that pass.|
The plan was to head out to my new place of work at Madingley first, to confirm the viability of the daily commute. Firstly however I had to divert via Mike's Bikes on Mill Road for a new smurf. Traffic down there (and in fact most of the way through to Madingley Road) was appauling. Do people just drive into town on Saturday for a recreational sit-in-a-jam? I was moveing so slowly at some points that my speedo switched off.
Most of that part of the journey, however, won't be on my daily ride, it was just required by the diversion. Once we'd got onto Madingley Road the run was somewhat clearer, up to Cambridge Road. Then a rather scenic, rolling run across to Madingley. Cries from Dave of "We lost the city" and from me of "Look, a *VIEW*" summed it up quite neatly. I should have done this months back.
One word. Hills. They're out there, to the west of Cambridge, ready to to pounce on the unsuspecting city cyclist. They're a bit of a shock to the system initially, too. But then you go down them again, and all is well. Unity, however, is at the top of one of them, and we were starting to feel it when we arrived. So we sat down in the car park to plan what to do next, and evidently scared the locals by doing so. Once I'd explained I worked there and was checking my commute, harmony was restored.
The plane thus formulated was "let's go that way, there's less of those nasty contours there". "That Way" was a route to Dry Drayton and Oakington, with further decisions once we got there. These decisions led us to Cottenham (which didn't really show my navigation skills at their best), Landbeach (which Just Isn't Signed), and Milton. After Cottenham, the wind was starting to fight back, and by Milton, we were both getting error reports from our legs. Thus we decided to stop at Tesco for Pizza, which we ate back at Dave's.
After dinner, I was starting to set (in the "my legs have decided they can switch off now" sense), so I returned home, feeling well exercised and satisfied, and pleasantly tired. Tempted by alcohol at the Run, but not so keen on heat and over-loud music. I'll decide in a few.
Oh and if you're wondering what CamelBaks are, they're water-carrying rucksacks. Mine looks a bit like this. The "Smurf" is the bite-valve you get the water through, which I have so named because they're blue, small, and impossible to find. Being able to sip gently as you ride is a great way to avoid dehydration...
In any case, the commute is acheivable, and I shall most definitely be riding more on the weekends.
Oh and Dave, I think I left my map at yours...