100k on a Sunny Day

Alec, Wendy and Bryony with their bikes against a wall

Tom and I had some new additions to Team Prust this year, for our usual spin around the Island (previously, and previously again).  We joined the other 2000 riders for a day of perfect sunshine, dry roads, and spinning spokes.  Riders arrive in their droves from the mainland to join in this relaxed cycling allsorts ride, and it’s always a treat to hear unfamiliar visitors raving about the beautiful and varied Island roads.

Our North coast route took us up and down (and up again) through damp shady woodland, before rounding the corner to a fabulous view of St Helen’s Bay, and a flat spin along Bembridge Harbour.  After topping up on tea and cake we headed through the narrow lanes beyond Brading and out on to the South coast road above Ventnor.  Bicycles littered the road at the Whitwell pit stop, where we grinned at the drivers in their hot tin boxes.  A long steady climb up to St Catherine’s Point, a steep descent down to the breadbasket of Atherfield, and out on to the coast above Compton.  Riders less fearful of a puncture than I took the gravelly trainline path past the estuary to Yarmouth, before the final eastward push back to Cowes, with the wind at their backs.  We didn’t escape the puncture fate, and the four of us spread out at our different paces.  But regardless of how closely your team sticks together, on this ride you’re rarely out of sight of another friendly rider.

Tennyson view

Cycling past daffodils

Bikes against a bank and Wendy cycling

With events like this, and next week’s Walk the Wight, we delight in showing off this fabulous dot in the Solent.  I only wish every day the bikes would outnumber the cars so dramatically.

Easy Rolling

Looking down shadow from a bicycle

The sun has been out all weekend and I’ve been in the saddle making the most of it. I love cycling my local roads; so familiar that the route takes shape by itself, and always includes a decent coffee stop along the way. I’ve finally succumbed to Strava and, with it, my competitive streak. I’ve been pedalling hard, racking up the miles and some speedy stretches. But I’m sure the novelty will soon wear off. I’ll be back to my natural state of pootling and enjoying life in the hedgerow before too long. Regardless whether you’re fast or slow, the main thing is to be out on the open road!

Wendy on her bike

Tom cycling down a road

Riding Home for Easter

Road sign Isle of Wight

I’ve been hiding out in the countryside, catching up with family, and reacquainting myself with some local bike routes in the surprise spots of sunshine. Tom and I are off to Cornwall today so I’m looking forward to some windy wild coast and a few spins on new roads. Hope you’re enjoying some sunshine where you are.

The hi-vis army: reclaiming our commute

Bikes locked up at Red Jet ferry terminal

Queuing for the ferry every day you’ll see a lot of yellow. A neon jacket, a flash of fluorescent and even the odd bright orange sock. And the numbers in these garish colours only grow as you drive through the city on the other side. Impossible to ignore, sliding seamlessly through traffic, pedalling purposefully towards their carbon-free day. Smug gits. When you join these neon ranks it’s hard not to feel just a little pleased with yourself. Just a ten-minute spin and your heart’s racing, you feel full of fresh air, and you beat the bus! That alone makes it worthwhile.

Cycling in the city is speedy and ever-changing. There’s no guarantee a car won’t pull directly in front of you, even if they appear to have seen you; or they might overtake and then stop directly in front of you to make a right hand turn. Some drivers anticipate a bike and will stop for you to pass, or to make the final push up a narrow hill. After all, it’s always easier to stop and start in a car.

You can’t predict what a car may do, but you can make sure that all the cars around you know what you’re doing. Take up proper space in the road, don’t hobble in the gutter. Point to your turnings, take the proper lane on a roundabout, and smile! Car drivers don’t want to run you over, especially if you’re sticking to the universal rule of the road: don’t be a dick.

Too often I’m stuck driving city streets instead, and I know that ugly neon is the easiest way to spot a cyclist. I’m staggered by the number of people on bikes, in neon, with helmets. It might not be the most stylish look, but it is the smartest. With the promise of fresh air and fast riding, I relish the odd chance to commute by bike rather than car. And when I do, I might even wear a bit of yellow.

A Few Small Moments

Front wheel on the pier and looking up at autumn leaves

Taking my own advice, some of the little moments I’ve been enjoying:

  • wet spray over the seawall whilst cycling along Colwell Bay
  • fresh air and rolled down windows as we roar along to Mr November
  • sea as still as a millpond as we scramble over rocks around the headland
  • deep mud sucking at our boots mid-hop through quagmired fields
  • pure golden light across the canopy of Parkhurst Forest on an evening ride