Well today went from bad to worse! Firstly there was nothing wrong with me or the bike; I just had to get out and get on with it. Newcastle to Stocksfield. Down the hill and up Tynedale.
A fresh blanket of snow covered Newcastle. Gawd, it’s awful. Tricky riding avoiding the ruts and ice, so tiring, not rewarding at all. And then down the hill to the river. I used the back cyclepath over the A1 and I wasn’t even the first bike down there. How depressing.
More snow coming down while approaching Newburn. The fresh white flakes did nothing to dampen my spirit though! Curse those soft white umps of ice crystals!
The road along to Blaney Row was tricky. But at least I kept moving and didn’t have to avoid any crazy drivers. Starting to brighten up. I hate the daylight as much as the night some times.
The cyclepath along to Wylam was terrible. Dunno why I went along there really. Should have been in a nice warm car. This bit really sucked.
Wylam in the snow, war memorial and moon peaking through. This part really sucked donkey balls. I had a good laugh at the wylam drivers in their Volvos and BMWs struggling to move off, wheel spinning. I then stoically crusade on. It was awful.
The Tyne, approaching Ovingham. Ponies galloping through fresh white fields, clear skies and snow flurries? I mean really.
The hill of death awaits around the corner to carry my carcass off the icy road and into the river below. Cleaned it. Bite my shiny metal hubs gears!
Almost at work. I really hate the North East sometimes. Today especially.
At least I only get to look at this view three times a day. Any more and I’d jump off it. Such a depressing view, so pointless.
My stupid bike. Stupid tyres, stupid mudguards and stupid pannier. Especially stupid hub gears. Really really awful.