Well what a morning that was.
Up at half six and all kit sorted. Breakfast, bike in the car and off the Rochdale. Wonderful winter sun in Yorkshire than as I passed the sign telling me I am on the highest motorway in England the mist and the fog came down. As I crossed the backbone of England the temperature dropped 2 degrees.
The fog was so dense I had to use fog lights all the way to the school from where we were leaving. Arriving at the start point shortly after eight thirty, the thermometer in the car was reading minus 2, and it felt bloody cold as I open the car door.
After registering, using the loo and listening to the briefing we set off in a group of about fifteen riders. Cold, damp air in my lungs did not make the going easy. I started off and rode for about three miles as I got into a rhythm moved up through other riders until I found someone riding at the same pace. As we started the first bit of a climb I stood on the pedals and climbed to the top. My legs felt great the second hill was a bit steeper and as I pulled the leaver for the smaller ring nothing. The cable went slack and nothing. The front mech stayed in the same place, nothing. I pulled the top ring and flicked to the lower again and nothing. As the hill got steeper the peddles went slower I pulled over to have a look and it was beyond me the mech would move if I pushed or pulled it but on its own or on the cable nothing. I put the chain on the smaller ring and rode to the top catching a tagging a group of riders but as we crowned the hill and everyone pulled their bigger ring nothing stopping again I put the chain on the bigger ring and rode on. As one of the climbs was over Crag Vale the longest continuous ascent in England at just short of 1000 feet in five and a half miles, I was wondering if getting off each time I needed to change from the small to the big ring and vice versa was viable on a day that I could not feel my fingers. I decided that discretion was the order of the day and only rode the short route (24 mile).
In the fog and mist when I was messing with the bike I noticed that there was ice on my handlebars and on my seat post tube, that fast a first for me. On returning to the car there was even ice on my booties. Get that car started get them heated seats on and the blower on the feet.
After carbo loading yesterday I now have to go to the gym for three hours to burn the extras off! May just sit in front of the fire and watch telly all afternoon.
So the bike need to be looked at by the bike doctor but a busy week working away from home may mean it’s the mountain bike next weekend.