Week 1, 2018

Week total : 115 kilometers.  50% on Vivente, 50% on Brompton

The 115 kilometers were cycled sharing riding duties between V and B – almost exactly 50% for each bike.  Generally the rides were local ones with the exception of January 7th approx 20k event in the Port Sorell area.

Port Sorell Ride P 1 V Small

I joined a ride led by Di from the Tamar User’s Bicycle Group (T-BUG). We were to meet up, ride north to Hawley Beach then return south using the access road to Squeaking Point before heading back north along waterside tracks. I am on the B.

4 cyclists arrived but no leader. Eventually Di arrived and so did a 6th rider who had gone to the wrong meeting point. Signing on took a while, introductions achieved and away we went ½ an hour late. Nobody cared. It was a lovely sunny day, not much wind and about 25°C – who could ask for more.

We set off north using walking tracks to start with and then a quiet road through the older parts of Hawley. The gardens are bigger and older (than Port Sorell itself) and seem to grown plants to double their normal size. We ended up riding over a very rocky walking track to the end. A bit awkward on the B.

Port Sorell Ride P 3 V Small

After having a good look around and some more chatting we saddled up and headed south. Starting off on small local roads we eventually had to move onto busier, larger stuff – filled with holiday makers as this is the time of the summer school holidays.

Then we moved back to smaller tracks.  We were now travelling on a series of interlinking small, sandy walking tracks. Our leader had previously met local cyclists who helped her link things up. It was necessary, every now and again, to check where we were.  A couple of narrow bridges were crossed and suddenly we were back where we started.

At the finish we all thanked Di and then retired to a Bakery in Port Sorell for a reasonable coffee and a good Pepper Steak pie.

I am not sure how things will work out cycling-wise next week because we have to take the dog back to Bellerive to see how it is travelling.

 

Author: antc1946

Born in 1946 I learnt to cycle about 10 years later. On a bike with rods connecting brake levers to the brakes - anyone remember those? I emigrated to Australia (from the UK) in 1974 and moved to Tasmania in 1984. Bicycles were in my life for most of that time although sometimes they were replaced by motorised two wheels for a bit more excitement. On reaching 70 I decided to stick to pedal power but, who knows, an electric bicycle may make an appearance down the track

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