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A friend is doing coast-to-coast on his bike next weekend so I thought a few of us had better go for a nice little bike ride to help with his training - which had been virtually none existent.
So, yesterday we set off from my house in Nottingham, through town to join up with the river Trent. Then we followed this through to the beginning of the Trent-Mersey Canal, which goes all the way to scouseland, but more importantly to Burton Upon Trent - and the Marston's brewery (I fancied a pint of Pedigree at source).
70 miles round trip, nearly all off-road. Beautiful scenery and lovely wildlife to see. Smashing.
Not so. British Waterways had decided to trim the hawthorne bushes that line the canal - and spray the twigs all over what path there was. Queue seven punctures between the three of us
A mate and I both changed an inner tube each on the way out (both rears) - he also had a puncture in his front but we've got slimes on (inner tubes filled with green shit that stops the tyre deflating - works quite well tbfh). I had to replace them both on the return journey and both of the replacement tyres have punctures in them already.
This is more punctures than the 3 of us who went on the single ride yesterday have picked up on all of our rides since we took up this malarky reasonably seriously two and a bit years ago.
The up side was that we got to the brewery and it turned out there was a St George's beer festival on and they wanted a fiver entry from each of us. We grumbled and said we were going to go to a pub instead but as it was fairly late on the woman let all 3 of us in for a fiver - which included a beer token each (marvellous) and a token for a commemorative glass each (cool). We had a couple of pints (I dodged the Pedigree and went for Sneck-Lifter and Pedro) a big fuck-off pork and stuffing cob and then we headed off - me with a bag containing enough commemorative ale glasses to replenish my dwindling pint-glass stock - result!
Still, it would have been cheaper and less frustrating to just buy some pint glasses and stay at home wanking tho
So, yesterday we set off from my house in Nottingham, through town to join up with the river Trent. Then we followed this through to the beginning of the Trent-Mersey Canal, which goes all the way to scouseland, but more importantly to Burton Upon Trent - and the Marston's brewery (I fancied a pint of Pedigree at source).
70 miles round trip, nearly all off-road. Beautiful scenery and lovely wildlife to see. Smashing.
Not so. British Waterways had decided to trim the hawthorne bushes that line the canal - and spray the twigs all over what path there was. Queue seven punctures between the three of us
A mate and I both changed an inner tube each on the way out (both rears) - he also had a puncture in his front but we've got slimes on (inner tubes filled with green shit that stops the tyre deflating - works quite well tbfh). I had to replace them both on the return journey and both of the replacement tyres have punctures in them already.
This is more punctures than the 3 of us who went on the single ride yesterday have picked up on all of our rides since we took up this malarky reasonably seriously two and a bit years ago.
The up side was that we got to the brewery and it turned out there was a St George's beer festival on and they wanted a fiver entry from each of us. We grumbled and said we were going to go to a pub instead but as it was fairly late on the woman let all 3 of us in for a fiver - which included a beer token each (marvellous) and a token for a commemorative glass each (cool). We had a couple of pints (I dodged the Pedigree and went for Sneck-Lifter and Pedro) a big fuck-off pork and stuffing cob and then we headed off - me with a bag containing enough commemorative ale glasses to replenish my dwindling pint-glass stock - result!
Still, it would have been cheaper and less frustrating to just buy some pint glasses and stay at home wanking tho
