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Meanderings, Thanks, Diets and other stuff

So here we go again, haven’t posted for a while, just been ruminating on possible topics.

I’ve never set out to gain followers, just wanted to see how or if they accumulated blog, by blog. So I wanted to say a huge, huge thanks to all of you who are following, have commented and\or encouraged me. Also a big thanks to those who’ve enjoyed (?) my comments on their posts.

I’ve also learnt about other cultures, countries, customs, adventures etc. It’s been fun following folk from and to all over the place and the photos have been a delight. I’ve not met anyone for real yet, even though some are to to far away, but maybe sometime? I’m also surprised at how I have concern for people I haven’t met, when hurricanes hit the Phillipines I wonder how Chyrel from ‘Ride All the Way’ is doing & that she is OK. Same when I read others have had accidents or illnesses.

Now, one of my pals asked how I managed to ride so well, was there something special in my veggie diet? I replied I do have a special diet, it’s called The Hill Diet. We are lucky round here in my part of S.E. Scotland. If I go east I can cycle along by the North Sea, if I go north I can do some wee steep hills pass castles and follow the Firth of Forth. To the west I have a slightly more even ride as the glaciers of old carved the landscape east west. Finally head south and I’m into the hills over the Lammermuirs, a glorious upland landscape of ancient hills smoothed down full of sheep, heather, grouse, birds of prey and more plus, yes, lots of hills. So for my hill diet I tend to head south, it’s as simple as that!

And here’s one I climbed yesterday, just outside the village peaking at 18% – aye, a goodie, though short!


There’s also the joy of fellow cyclists, I’m lucky to have three local groups I bike with. One is a group of FOSSILs like me, we meet near the village and there’s a mostly compulsory coffee & scone/cake stop along the way, usually covering 40 miles plus, loverly. The other two are mixed groups on a Sunday and I alternate between them, I manage the ‘faster’ group with one and the slower group with the other as the faster riders head for the hills and are too like whippets for me & I feel I’m holding them up (in fact I know am!) So all in all good times. But I do a fair amount of solo riding, just loving being out and I find most of my faster times or PRs on segments are when I’m alone. It also means I can stop and take photos/ look at things without feeling I’m holding folk up again.

Tonight:



Then there’s advice, given and received. I’m fairly sceptical about all the guff I feel is discussed in cycling. For example I do not drink too much on rides under 40 miles, even when pushing hard, unless I’m thirsty which is not often. Yet almost all the advice is drink, drink, drink. And as for some of the ‘rules’, fashionistas etc. Just don’t get me started!

But the best advice for me to myself is to enjoy myself out there.

The weather, in typical British fashion is another influence. It is so changeable, here we are almost into November in Scotland and the shorts were on again. Maybe it will be the winter togs next week and time to get the skis prepped instead of the bike?

So there you are, or rather, there I am, just a couple of recent pics to leave you with as ever.
Enjoy yourselves.

Alastair

An update – as we assembled for our Sunday ride, one of the guys said “I read your blog yesterday”, so now I’ve met a follower – and only 5 miles away! So cheers Craig, long may you read & enjoy.

Also a wee treat for geeks when I manage to get it uploaded. I’ve done a video of one of the Sportives I did in September, but cannot get YouTube to accept it. So back to re-editing and trying again. It may be the music I made up is too like something else that’s in copyright, ah well back to the drawing board – or in this case Garageband.


  

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The Team Outfit

NBCC Jumpe

North Berwick Cycling Club outfit

I’ve never been much of a one for uniforms (apart from the cultural type – eg my days as a part-time university hippie).

But I’ve been inveigled into a couple recently. It’s all the fault of this cycling lark. I go out with a bunch of FOSSILS most Tuesdays, with a compulsory coffee & scones stop en route at various establishments in the vicinity. We also arrange trips away occasionally both in Scotland & abroad. One of our number suggested we should call ourselves something, I suppose it might stop the more derogatory remarks that might come our way?

So after a committee decision we became The B-Spoke Ones. Then it became a bit more serious and a suggestion was made to have cycling bib shorts and tops. So the outfit was committee designed & became the rather garish outfit shown in my profile picture, proceeding up Alpes d’Huez before the 100th Tour de France came up (twice) in the afternoon. At first I thought this outfit is so totally O.T.T., but then gradually came to like wearing it. At least it gives the motorists something colourful to aim for, or more hopefully avoid.

I also cycle with another more mixed group, loosely based around North Berwick & East Lothian. It is all organised as a Yahoo group & by emails.  There are a fast group that set off at 8 am, and a more sedate group at 9 am every Sunday. You can guess which group I’m in. Once again the idea was passed around for a group top and after much online discussion a design was settled on with lots of advertising on the rear to offset the costs. This time I didn’t succumb, but followed the many black & orange outfits in my undemure B-Spokes one.

But, one of the gang had bought a jumper, but he thought it was a bit daft advertising a local builders firm & not his own, so he’d only worn it twice. When offered the offending item for a total knock down price I couldn’t refuse. So I now have a dilemma.

Which one should I wear. Do I enter Sportives as a B-Spoke or a NBCC (North Berwick Cycling Club)? Or maybe I should just go along incognito. I think the B-Spoke might win as it is so easy to pick out in event photos and I like being a bit of a peacock, but then again . . . . . . . .