A bitterly cold bicycle ride for Christmas Day morning. I was dressed not to impress with five layers. Two of these were industrial ex-army military wear. It wasn’t your average pro-rider look.
The roads were empty for the first half hour or so as we headed out on the usual Bobby George BONER route. We passed a couple of kids trying out their Christmas Day electric scooters. Riding, wheeling, walking - it’s all active travel, innit.
Blue skies were up above, as well as an Estuary Wilds sun that refused to offer up any warmth. Cheers, Estuary Wilds sun. I was determined to make the most of the dry roads, given the wet weather in recent weeks.
I cut short the 35km route by around 5km with a shortcut around some farm lanes. I didn’t warm up once throughout the ride.
It’s rare for me to ride on Christmas Day. I am scared shitless of puncturing. Thankfully no mechanical incidents this morning. I even let off a couple of close passing cars that were contenders to be uploaded to the Essex Police portal of shame.
Chapeau!
