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Title: Velosolo Club
Post by: sam on October 28, 2013
I hereby announce formation of the Velosolo Club. The idea behind the club is very simple. It's for people who ride alone.

Rules are as follows:
- Dress is informal, meaning cycling kit isn't required to go on a club ride (though you may change your mind when this (http://notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/clubjersey.gif) gets its fire safety certificate). Rapha may only be worn if slept in.
- Any type of bicycle may be ridden, as long as at least one component has been changed from the original spec.
- Stop at red lights, go like a bat out of hell when they turn green. If you can go like a bat out of hell. If you can't, no worries.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/batlight.gif)

- Club members keep calm under all circumstances. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=52968.0)
- Other riding customs as your experience and sense of propriety dictate.
- Minimum club ride distance is as follows: any ride which takes longer than the preparation for that ride.
- More or fewer rules as they become necessary.

No affiliation with the online shop of the same name.
Enjoys reciprocal clubhouse privileges with The Zero Club. (http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/?p=5340)
Title: club run
Post by: sam on October 29, 2013
Back from a ride under the auspices of the club. The usual circuit. Bumped into a few other cyclists who I believe were members as well, but one of the club rules is to eschew showy introductions and just get on with it. Showed form honking (another rule: honking is fine if you don't do it out loud) up The Big Hill; shall update Strava in the coolness of the evening. I don't have a computer fitted to the bike, so all speeds are estimates based on when I pass a certain gnarled tree.

Lots of branches still down after the storm. I zigzagged so much along one stretch I could've been touring the fjords of Norway. The mayhem included conkers spilled like marbles so it was impossible to relax into a rhythm. I picked up a few conkers and placed them in my saddle bag for later inspection.

One of the sights along the way is Bodiam Castle, whose chief claim to fame is actually looking like a castle rather than porridge melting into indigestible clumps in the rain. There's a beautiful moat filled with ugly carp. Nothing wrong with ugly, it's a description of the species. I can say this with confidence because I've had a good look at Total Carp (http://www.totalcarpmagazine.com) magazine. During high season guides dressed in authentic costume round up tourists to make medieval-looking trinkets to sell to other tourists in the gift shop.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/Bodiamguide.jpg)

Today's ride included an experiment with tyre pressure a little lower than normal – I always go for the maximum. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=51796.msg728449#msg728449) (Air being free, I like to hoard it.) Result? Too soft, Nelly! I need to be launched from every divot and chipping in the road.

On the return journey I noted a lollipop lady's lollipop peeking from behind a lychgate. I've never been more than an occasional petty thief, one too many free samples at the supermarket, guest book pens not tied down, that sort of thing, but I experienced an impulse to take this unsecured item home with me. Of course I didn't; I thought of the children.
Title: nuR nuD
Post by: sam on April 20, 2015
Yes, even as the founder of a club devoted to singular cycling, I occasionally go on rides with cyclists other than myself. The Dun Run is one such event: literally thousands of people go who aren't me. Thus the draw.

This year there is – or until recently, was – a delicious conflict: the Nur Nud. (http://www.cyclechat.net/threads/the-nur-nud-dunwich-london-8-august.175626/) It's what the Dun Run could've been if only it was going the other way, presumably ending with a morning dip into the Hackney Marshes.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/pics/deadmarshes.jpg)

By sharing the evening with its contraflow sister, the Nur Nud would also share the frisson of an established Big Night of Cycling, with the added bonus of not ending up in Dunwich, which an irate god must have had a good reason for sinking.

The organiser of the NN has been persuaded by health & safety to change the date, so any vote I'd cast would be symbolic, much like the ballot I throws into the great maw of democracy come the general election.
Title: If you build it
Post by: sam on May 04, 2015
Went on a club run yesterday as a head cold was brewing. "I'll be fine," I sneezed to my wife. Just 14 miles, up to the pyramid and back. That would be the Great Pyramid of Brightling, its builder now eternally retired from a life of follies. This mysterious structure has been cursed ever since Mad Jack (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/bikereader/solo/sea.html#pyramid) held an orgy at the nearby church and didn't invite the vicar.

(http://www.prettygoodbritain.com/HHpics/pyramidbike.jpg)
see inside the pyramid (http://www.prettygoodbritain.com/HHpics/insidebrightlingpyramid.jpg)

It was windy, so I took the straight-barred (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=45959.0) rock steady Litespeed, which although long since toppled (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=100.0) from its position at the pinnacle of my small stable, often still surprises me by the joy it is capable of bringing to a ride.

Passed a couple almost identically dressed and hunched over in effort against the elements. He was only slightly ahead, performing the slipstreaming labour of love.

When I got home it was snowing cherry blossoms.
Title: Bridges & Beers
Post by: sam on June 15, 2015
The Velosolo Club conducted a joint operation with the Bridges & Beers (http://www.cyclechat.net/threads/ldn-bridges-and-beers-ride-june-14th.179634/) brigade yesterday.

The train ride up from the VCHQ in East Sussex was uneventful. Accompanied by the club vice president, we alighted from Waterloo station and into the middle of a selfie safari.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/dinoselfie.jpg)
note the pint-sized Darth Vader, who clearly wasn't thinking safety
(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/dino.jpg)

Having only one bike between us, we were forced to take another train to Hampton Court, which those who watched Wolf Hall will recall was seized by Henry after Wolsey proved too slyly likeable.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/jimjams.jpg)

Hampton Court station came with its own jester, shown here interrogating a jackdaw.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/jackdaw.jpg)

After meeting some of the B&B cast, the club treasurer fled to Oxford Street to navigate the treacherous women's floor at John Lewis and buy a skirt.

The ride promised and delivered bridges. Being largely unfamiliar with the far southwestern reaches of London (who knew the Thames went past Westminster Bridge?), I was grateful to have a guide who knew the lay of the land, which we occasionally doubled back on as an aid to imprinting it in our collective memory.

By the time we arrived at our first pub in Wandsworth, after traversing more riverside than has evidently been mapped, sometimes on paths not quite fit for an entourage but thankfully cleared of velociraptors if not humble pilgrims without bikes, I was hungry if not thirsty. Sitting next to Richard Gere, who had also come along on the ride, I watched with quiet horror his unfinished chips being taken from the table before I had time to cadge some, having only budgeted for a thrifty Subway sandwich procured the day before.

A bit further along we observed a helicopter whirling itself into the sky. Probably someone with a Brompton showing off.

Speaking of which, quite often when we hit smooth tarmac I adopted club practice of Look mum no hands. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/bikereader/solo/hands.html) This is difficult to pull off in a group ride without looking like a d**k. Let the record show this is my version of a Snoopy dance, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFNLbAs3KAU) and is in no way meant to demoralise those who don't enjoy good caster steering. It also soothes my occasionally troublesome back.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/turtle.jpg)
random earthworks turtle pic

Not long after hitting London proper (no offence to those who live in the sticks) our critical mass landed at the second and final pub. As I am lock averse – an unwritten club rule is you should never lock a bike you aren't prepared to lose – this presented a dilemma: enter in a spirit of camaraderie, or sit outside and watch the bikes, only missing a leash to complete the picture?

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/BBride/dogwaiting.jpg)

I chose to share the ride organiser's hefty lock (with thanks to others for volunteering) and join the gruppo, which was eventually forced inside thanks to the practicing campanologists (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBBlRB1HH2g) of Southwark Cathedral. (Or a recording, I'm no campy expert. Shame I couldn't find the actual Monty Python clip.) That I fled shortly afterwards owes nothing to the company, and everything to my pubphobia, which usually only manifests itself when inside an establishment. This is a combination of mild claustrophobia and a dislike of pub acoustics, which inevitably have me wanting to turn up my nonexistant hearing aid.

Back in deepest middle eastest Sussex the club physician met me at the station with the car in case I wanted a lift, took one look at my still full bidon, and shook her head at my dreadful hydration routine. Alcohol is even more dehydrating, I wanted to tell her. Then I raced her home, given a head start as she got caught at the level crossing. I don't run on water: I run on good mojo.
Title: The Half Dun
Post by: sam on June 19, 2015
When the FNRttC was up and running to its best (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzKIosugi3o) destination of Brighton, it was usually my practice to turn around at Ditchling Beacon (the top, of course) and go home, that so-called London by the sea never actually being of much interest. Thus it has finally occurred to me that it isn't obligatory to finish the Dun Run at Dunwich, which I've been to many times over the years; and it's far less interesting when you have to turn around and get on the same train as approximately 10,000 other cyclists.

Prompted by the Nur Nud, and inspired by the Dalston Dynamo manifesto ("Because Suffolk is a fucking long way away"), I have decided to tailor the event to suit my own needs, which include the occasional outing with hundreds of thousands of other cyclists, a good night ride, and London miles. I'm also partial to the chaotic critical mess at the start and that lovely dippy feeling of getting frequently lost.

All of which is to announce the next major Velosolo Club outing: the Half Dun. The plan is to celebrate Independence Day

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/MrPitt.jpg)

by launching my little ship along with the great armada from the Pub On The Park, ride out approximately half way, then turn around as if unable to resist the allure of the mother ship after all and retrace the route, forsaking the tail lights' red glare to be half blinded by the night's offering of candlepower.

To fully enjoy the experience this will necesitate shooting off with the early ejectulators well before 9pm. Upon arrival back at Hackney I may pass Dalstoneers asleep underneath bus stop benches and doubtless be passed by the speedier (http://road.cc/content/blog/123389-dunwich-dynamo-xxii) Dun Runners.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/delaware.jpg)

Consider this notice served that the one way system in effect that night along the route will be suffering contraflow disruption in addition to other traffic which hasn't gotten the memo.
Title: Zzzzzz
Post by: sam on July 02, 2015
Have been doing night rides, limbering up for my upcoming Half Dun ↑. Being an inzzzomniac helps.

An inzzzzzomniac, which can be spelt with as many Zs as you please, is someone who doesn't sleep as much as alive people normally do, but does sleep on occasion; and is also known to enter a zombie state an hour or two before surrendering to the id-encrusted hypothalamus. Inzzzzzzomniacs can also look frightening if you catch them in this in-between state.

Of course you can't go full zombie on these affairs, for your own safety and that of others. Sometime between now and the 4th I'll have to manage to get a really good day's sleep.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ZAE.jpg)

Or not. (http://road.cc/content/feature/156876-dunwich-dynamo-and-back)
Title: Ghost ride
Post by: sam on July 14, 2015
Another VC joint operation gone awry; there was far too much conversation to allow for much in the way of introspection or karaoke. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=467.0)

It began with Southeastern Trains dropping me at London Bridge rather than the more convenient Charing Cross, which necesitated a race across town and picking my way through barriers for another race (http://www.thebritish10klondon.co.uk) to make it to Hyde Park Corner in time. The Queen sent her finest over to see us off, then we were.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/guards.jpg)

The ride was about ghost signs, those fading hoardings of paint which pallidly dot the urban landscape like so:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/brymay.jpg)

I was also intrigued by the Arab Cargo Company Ltd. What sort of cargo is Arab cargo? Is it their version of Genco? (http://godfather.wikia.com/wiki/Genco_Pura_Olive_Oil_Company)

Spent a good deal of time alongside a very nice man on a very nice looking recumbent. I say he's nice because he offered to let me ride it sometime, after first sensibly determining that I have ridden 'bents before and wasn't likely to come a cropper on any of his.

For a long while I will shamefully admit I didn't pay much attention to the ghost signs on offer, as it felt so nice just cruising through London and getting lost in talk. At one point my eye spied crepe fluttering in the breeze, which marked a graveyard.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/plaque.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/stillbones.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/barry70.jpg)

RIP Barry Mason.

We also passed "the most used street in movies set in London," according to Ross, whose quote I have surely mangled.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/hugh.jpg)

Apparently this is where Hugh Grant got into that fight with Colin Firth in that movie about a nice young woman's diary. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gxOffgz6VI) @1.18 do you suppose that's what Liz Hurley wanted to do? And what's the doc from Star Trek DS9 doing there, sucking a lollipop? (On watching it again I realised he's smoking a cigarette. Why did I think that was a sweet? Oral fixation, anyone?)

We passed an old sunken road kept under lock and key to dissuade chuggers:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/bars.jpg)

Seeing as LMNH was on the agenda, throughout the ride I did my best to keep hands from handlebars throughout the ride.

At the foodstop there was a seat going spare across from one of my favourite actors, Bill Nighy. He didn't quite reach Richard Gere doppelgänger levels (see Bridges & Beers above), but I'm almost sure it was Bill if I squinted and put a bit of cotton in my ears. Splendid bloke; along with Martin Freeman, the only way to watch all the way through Love Actually without topping yourself. The subject of marmosets came up.

About three hours into lunch I determined it was time to dash back to my wife, which was fortunate as not longer after I got home she took ill. (She's a bit better now.)

That doesn't seem like a satisfying ending to this ride report. Bill, give us a laugh. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2mVtSyRcA8&spf)
Title: Wenday
Post by: sam on July 24, 2015
Tomorrow is Wen (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=592.0)day. The Velosolo Club is taking the weekend off.

As this is somewhat off the beaten path, it's a safe place to reveal the surprise that I'm baking muffins for everybody who makes it to the top of the last big BLUEBERRY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mix3gmzPa0&spf) hill.

I've been keeping an eye on the weather. God knows why. Just as a watched pot never boils [Snopes: False], perhaps a watched sky won't rain.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/25thweather.gif)
Rain is Mother Nature crying, which is why meteorologists are so melancholy
Title: The Where
Post by: sam on August 31, 2015
We have lately been making efforts to locate Holmshurst Manor, a Jacobean house belonging to the ElizabethIIan Roger Daltrey. It's not far down the road from VCHQ. The question is, which road? There aren't that many to choose from; yet still it has eluded us. There's no sense of urgency, as we don't know what we're going to do when we find it other than mark it off our liszt.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/lizinpink.jpg)
"Sing us a song, you're the piano man." (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIzF-iDbK10)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/daltrey300.jpg)
"Yes ma'am. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bLGgA17a38)
Sorry no piano. Here's a vid (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npf7ypnoZn0) that always brings a tear to my eye though."


These people also do good work. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXZogEEZjLs)
If a piano falls and nobody is there to do the countdown, does it still make a sound?



Does the royal we ever get tiring?
Title: 104'33"
Post by: sam on September 05, 2015
There's no good reason to ride without music, unless you particularly like the sound of passing traffic, or for those of us who live in the country, nature. It's well known that birds only sing out of sheer boredom.

The worst side effect of taking your earphones off, apart from showcasing any tinnitus, is the enhanced ability to hear noises your bike shouldn't be making. Unfortunately, sometimes these ticks and creaks and wails happen in the pauses separating tracks, and are sufficiently distracting to drain pleasure from the next movement. It doesn't matter if you're less than sensible with the volume. A loud enough mechanical chorus will not be denied an audience, even slipping between notes to create disharmony. Eventually it can become necessary to take the extreme measure of earphone removal to help diagnose the problem then see if you've fixed it.

I have completed a club run for the express purpose of determining if my recent efforts (seatpost collar and rear wheel Q/R skewer replaced) to solve the latest riddle (intermittent ticking) worked. A nocturne seemed the way to go. Due to pressure by the powerful pie chart industry, I've illustrated the data acquired from this "quiet riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Haypxj24_Uw) ride" thus:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/noisechart.gif)
Dedicated to John (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY7UK-6aaNA) "Everything we do is music" Cage (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTEFKFiXSx4)
I see the first video has been taken off YouTube because reproducing the sound of silence was a copyright violation
Title: The Last of England
Post by: sam on September 05, 2016
The Velosolo Club co-ordinating committee (needless to say I wear multiple hats to form a quorum) rarely convenes; the last time was to discuss the impact of Brexit (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=111.msg10381#msg10381) on the club ("nil"). Productivity and morale are vastly improved by skipping meetings. Recently it was discovered that the secretary had signed up to a group ride from Ashford to Rye. Although participation in non-solo rides clearly isn't prohibited under the charter, it requires a unanimous vote. After an emergency session, this was obtained.

Ashford is chiefly known for its discount designer outlet stores
(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/ralphlauren.gif)

tattoo parlours [citation needed]

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/jarmantattoo.jpg)

and of course, high speed rail service to the continent.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/train.jpg)

Of chief interest, however, was removing ourselves from Ashford. Here is footage (https://www.flickr.com/photos/62382682@N07/sets/72157673442117335/) captured by a low-flying drone.

The first sign that we were in countryside proper was a stockpile of rabbit food. (http://prettygoodbritain.com/pics/Ohay.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/hay700.jpg)

We contemplated bivouacking at the Royal Military Canal, (http://www.royalmilitarycanal.com/pages/index.asp) aka Mr Pitt's Ditch. Built to aid in the defense of the realm against 5'6" of aggressive Frenchman

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/napoleon.jpg)

this swan bait is "the third longest defensive monument in the British Isles after Hadrian’s Wall and Offa’s Dyke."

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/canal1.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/man.jpg)
Canalspotter

Rations were sourced in Dungeoness, a deliberate misspelling and cuspate foreland (my new word for the day). Here you'll find Derek Jarman's celebrated flotsam and shingle garden. (I missed it.)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/pilotinn.jpg)

We turned part of a beer garden into a bike park. Some took security more seriously than others, eschewing lock for anchor.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/anchor.jpg)

I catalogued tattoos I'd been following as they danced on the pedals. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/legs.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/tattoo1.jpg)
click for closeup (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/tattoo2.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/tattoo3.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/tattoo5.jpg)

and went on safari.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/elephant.jpg)
that tickle in your nose before you sneeze...

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/trainboy.jpg)

Next was the nuclear power station. It needs to suck up and spit out 100 million litres of water an hour to keep the headland from glowing.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/nuclear.jpg)

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/3fish.jpg)

Nearby is a structure that glows on purpose.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/design.jpg)

Geometers ('anglers', informally) take note: an attractive venue for party-goers who dig an isosceles vibe. The bollard in the background to the left is the old lighthouse, literally eclipsed by the power station.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/angling.jpg)


This being the coast, there was a boat or two

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/coast.jpg)

industrial grade shingle

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/rocks.jpg)

and of course...

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/caravans.jpg)

I didn't take any pictures in Rye. Here's Henry James, who lived there:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/james.jpg)
see his tattoo (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/turnofthescrew.jpg)




This was billed as a Cinque Port ride. We got deux: New Romney, as was before its harbour was silted up by outrageous EU decree, and Rye.

"On his Rural Rides of 1823 (http://www.royalmilitarycanal.com/pages/facts.asp) William Cobbett dismissed the canal as a great military folly and a waste of public money; he was much more impressed by the Romney Marsh sheep."

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/sheep.jpg)

A swain (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/ashford/swanlove.jpg) was sighted but drifted deceptively quickly out of shot.

Other than a wistful reminder of a certain special home secretary (http://prettygoodbritain.com/idcard.html), which I refuse to remove out of principle, my skin is devoid of ink unless there's been an uncapped ballpoint.

James wrote The Turn of the Screw in Lamb House, owned by the National Trust. Contrary to popular belief you don't have to own a beige jumper to join.

That was the 2nd eschewing in this thread.
Title: Singing in the rain
Post by: sam on January 01, 2017
I don't go outside my comfort zone very often. Give me a route I've done a thousand times so I can fly on auto-pilot; looking out the windows, sure, but mostly thinking about anything other than cycling. It's not boring, it's… comfortable.

The first day of a new year demands ride time. The forecast appeared to offer a dry slot opening briefly in the afternoon, so I went for it. About halfway through, atop Jack's Hill, (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=52454.0) the slot closed after toying with me for a few miles.

I don't use waterproofs anymore. I'm simply not interested in launching myself into the rain. Those mudguards are for wet roads but dry skies. I wear a fleece. It dries almost as soon as something as outrageous as raindrops hit it, provided they aren't too fat. My shorts (http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/?p=4264) aren't quite as carefree, but can hold out for a little while before getting clammy. It's my shoes that suffer. If there's a quality I admire in a shoe, it's – you guessed it – comfort. Historically I am satisfied with what I have until it's in tatters and then some.

Were this a fleeting shower I probably would've holed up in the church and skimmed the diocese bulletins or, heaven forbid, the massive bible (http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/?p=5286) anchoring the lecturn on this mortal earth. But it looked to be settled into the horizon, so I heaved a sigh and carried on.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/noahark.jpg)
"Where nature doesn't provide..." Taking my own advice (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=191.0)

I was going to write that there are five stages of riding in the rain, if only because the Kübler-Ross model (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=51166.0) is such a reliable trope, but there were only two: denial and acceptance. Denial didn't last long, even a Doubting Thomas knows he's getting wet, then wetter. Acceptance came quickly. It's only rain. In fact it kind of feels nice. And it did. I used the opportunity to wisely inform myelf that's it's good to go outside your comfort zone once in a while, even as gentle an immersion as this.

As I picked up speed going down the long hill, collecting dampness, my personal zoning committee grew restive. I flirted briefly with disgust, a stage I've just made up, but didn't put any real effort into getting miserable. My earphones were still working fine, and the sandwich bag for my ipod – the one concession I make to adverse local weather conditions like sweat – was doing its job. Music is a very effective mood enhancer. To tip the balance into good cheer, I passed a couple of cyclists stalled under the boughs of a Chinese water torture tree (they're all Chinese water torture trees). Flagrant stoicism spills more endorphins into the bloodstream.

Home stretch, high on the high street. Happy new year, bitch, I channelled Jesse. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=50385.msg727965#msg727965) (Well, I didn't then, but am now, due to residual Breaking Bad references (https://twitter.com/jollygoodthen/status/815486120272261120) in my system.) As we break in a new calendar, it's good to be singing in the rain, looking forward to dancing on my pedals in the sun.
Title: Velosolo math
Post by: sam on February 14, 2017
Club run cut short yesterday. Puncture. Filthy bike. Wimp.

I had just passed a woman I know from the road, a fellow cyclist in this land of so few except weekenders, walking down the hill I was honking up. At the summit I realised the air was abandoning my rear tyre. Only two miles home, so decided to turn around and walk it in preference to getting my hands and probably clothes dirty. Nice day for it.

Slow leak turns out to be not so slow after all. “Wait!” I want to yell to the woman now a few hundred meters ahead of me. I know approximately where she lives, hope she’ll allow my bike shelter in her garage while I hoof it back for the car. Shoulder my steed (a cowboy carrying his lame horse to the ranch?) and make an ungainly run for it. Catch her just as she’s approaching her front door.

Breathless request follows. Quickly accepted. I half jog half walk home. Drive back, have a nice chat with Valerie, it turns out her name is. Has never owned a car lo these 70 (wild guess) years on earth.

As I cross the street to my nearby car to load the bike in, I can sense that the people who apparently usually park there, having just arrived home, are radiating disapproval at the effrontery of the invasion of ‘their' space. I apologise and say I’ll be gone in a tick. Forgiveness is not forthcoming. Ah well. + Friend - enemy = nil for the day?
Title: Velosolo Club
Post by: sam on December 06, 2017
Yesterday my chapter of the club adopted a non-binding helmet resolution, until those straps were fastened and I shoved off, at which point it became very binding indeed, there being no interest in turning it into a plant hanger on my handlebars down the road.

This was the first time I’ve worn a helmet in 17 years. Cicadas will be wondering what the fuss is about. Impressions:

– It kept my head warm. I’ve got hair for that, so a little too warm. This was a chilly afternoon in December; wearing one of these in the summer doesn’t bear thinking about.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/bearhelmet.jpg)

– After my recent off, (https://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=769.0) which prompted this experiment, I will admit that it gave me a feeling of reassurance. As dusk deepened, the power of the talisman crouched on my head slowly evaporated. Hilly rides on badly dressed lanes at suboptimal scanning resolution always make me cautious anyway.
– The straps actually didn’t bother me as much as I thought they would. They weren’t cinched tight enough to garrote, at any rate.

At one point I swept by Valerie from the post above, who regularly transports herself in what looks like rigid terror, helmeted obviously, bike equipped with a horizontal give-cyclists-room stick with a reflector on it (I’m most definitely not poking fun), and wondered if she even recognised me.

I felt self-conscious. Truly, almost nobody cares if I wear a lid or not, though doubtless a few observers of my regular club runs tut at my normally hairfree ways. Heaven only knows how many Darwin Awards (https://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=322.0) I’ve been given by the safety vest wearing village speed monitors as I cruise past bare headed, drably dressed, no-handed (now that’s just taking the piss), ears sprouting music vines…
(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/planter.jpg)

Special note: I wanted so badly to add a picture of the Indiana Jones hat grab, with a helmet instead. Couldn't pull it off.
Title: Velosolo Club
Post by: sam on December 07, 2017
(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/helmet350.jpg) (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=51582.0)

I got the helmet out for a club run, mindful of the film of chaos the gales had left on the roads. Then I reconsidered and set it aside, not wanting to turn it into the source of the confidence I still needed to reclaim.

It turns out to have been my first ride since the off that I felt truly relaxed and happy. I already knew a helmet could be an article of faith; who knew it could be a bandage.
Title: Velosolo Club
Post by: sam on December 10, 2017
The latest club run was dubbed the Rightmove Ride. It involved visiting houses which got more than a passing glance in our doomed search to move out of rented accommodation.

The first one on the itinerary is a few miles down the road from us, in a small commuter village. Honestly we aren’t even considering this, for several reasons, including that the price is so absurd (as if that distinguishes it from any of the others). I only stopped by to get my eyes rolling:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/noballgames.jpg)

It’s the second Sky dish from the right. Price: £280,000 (I’m going to be including all the zeroes). Last sold in November 2013 for £165,000. Decent salary for a house.

The next village on the itinerary features this ivy-covered barely-detached "well presented" mortgage guzzler wedged into the uncomfortably close close on Acorn Way, naturally branching off Great Oak. It's on @ £325,000, which is too much for the likes of us, but it's been on the market for some time now, they might be willing to consider cheeky offers on their cheeky asking price. As if.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/acorn.jpg)

On the nearby main road is this, for £220,000, which is still way too much for what it is, but less of a budget buster:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/noparking.jpg)

Street parking only. Next.

£275,000 will buy this semi-d(eluded), which has had a refurb in a sorry attempt to justify the massive profit margin desired. Not sure if that included the fence to keep the neighours at bay.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/rbridge.jpg)

Also no parking. Bear in mind we're out in the sticks.

Ah, here's a bungalow in a neighbourhood in which ball playing has never been an issue. We like bungalows, especially ones that have been languishing in the listings:

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/knotweedbungalow.jpg)

But what's this in the back? Time to call Gardeners’ Question Time?

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/knotweed.jpg)

We'd rather take the £325,000 we don't have and spend it on something offering less in the way of Japanese Knotweed. How about this one down the lanes?

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/listed.jpg)

Grade II listed. Knotweed might be preferable.

Notice what’s been missing? Outstanding Natural Beauty, which we live in an official Area of. Sure, it may be on the doorstep, but we're used to having it in our living room.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/frontwindow.jpg)

As renters, we live in what you might call the deceptively cheap seats. I still remember how upon moving down to this part of East Sussex an estate agent told us we couldn’t afford “the Sussex lifestyle” (she didn’t mean Hastings, which she must have felt was reassuringly distant). She wasn’t so gauche as to actually accuse us of relative poverty, but it was clear from our budget, which hasn’t changed much even as the landscape on Rightmove has.

You know who can afford the Sussex lifestyle, besides London downsizers and locals who got here first? Rock-n-rollers.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/daltry.jpg)

That’s Roger Daltry’s pad, which I finally located. (https://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/index.php?topic=438.msg10331#msg10331)

The house we found ourselves in used to belong to a gentleman who had a lot more money than a pinball wizard, but he’s dead now. Still has a nice view.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/memorial.jpg)

It has since passed on to a trust. There's actually an agricultural tie on it, which nobody told us about – thus we took up residence in an unintentional lie. Rescuing sheep (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/index.php?topic=76.msg727740#msg727740) from fences from time to time doesn’t qualify as agricultural employment. We only learned of the tie recently; also of the fact that as long-time occupiers it no longer applies to us.

We’d like to live the rest of our lives here, (http://www.housepricecrash.co.uk/forum/index.php?/topic/230517-why-i-love-renting/) and if we find a magical money tree, maybe we will. Meanwhile we’ve belatedly started to look for something a little less rent increasey. We missed the boat, thanks in part to the savings trap. (http://www.housepricecrash.co.uk/forum/index.php?/topic/229433-what-to-do-in-the-side-lines/&tab=comments#comment-1103209149)

Coming to the end of the ride now. This 2 bedroom bungalow can be ours for £350,000-375,000,

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/bungalow.jpg)

which as I may have intimated we don't have, so never mind. Freeman Forman, you're the bane of my existence.

The only properties which regularly appear at prices in our budget range are Home Wise teasers, park homes, and flats. Home Wise can sod off, park homes are not even technically houses, and leaseholds are as inviting as a certain herbaceous perennial plant. A nearby block of flats offers the aquatic lifestyle,

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/rightmove/pool.jpg)

but we’ve already got that.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/acf/pics/swimmingpool.jpg)

Or did, until the neighbours rescinded our pool pass because they ran out of money to maintain the thing. I guess we're all feeling the pinch.

Well, that’s the end of the wrongmove ride. Time to head home. Where the heart is.

(http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/pics/driveway.jpg)