it’s been lovely riding this week. i was interested to find last week that the heat didn’t have a huge impact on my riding, due i reckoned to the fact that the commute home at 17 kilometres is not that long, importantly there are no long or steep uphills, and i would have a cold shower wearing my cycling clothes before i set off, which kept me delightfully cool for the first few kilometres.
it was also interesting to see how the heat kept the tennis crowds away so that riding the first section of the myt near the tennis centre wasn’t as difficult as it normally is at this time of year.
of course, this week the crowds are back with a vengeance. and so it was that early evening yesterday i found myself picking my way through very heavy pedestrian traffic on northbank. track stand behind a group, wait for a small clearance on the right side of the path, quickly dart around back to the left side of the path, repeat again and again. that’s fine, i have no issues with that and it can be quite enjoyable.
well…it can be enjoyable if you don’t have an incessant bell ringer behind you. unfortunately that’s what i had yesterday- someone behind me who just kept ringing and ringing their bell. what were they wanting? people couldn’t go anywhere and- let’s face it- they had right of way. the trouble is, the people ahead would look back in annoyance, see me as first rider, and think it was me ringing the bell. it’s hard to make face or hand gestures to say “it’s not me” when you are looking intently at the people just ahead of you, at the same time trying to assess the gaps coming up, controlling your bike at slow speed and generally trying not to come into contact with others.
at one stage i was going to turn around and yell “will shut up that freakin’ bell!” but decided decorum was better. imagine my horror when i could see some work colleagues walking just ahead, observe them get irritated with the bell ringing, see them say to each other something like “what does that tool expect us to do?” and then look back and see me! all i could do was to bleat “it wasn’t me ringing the bell”.
then the crowds thinned a bit and i got out of there, leaving bell ringer doing his thing back in the distance. the rest of the ride home was just wonderful.
getting older but still enjoying cycling