I usually ride my ebike in the afternoon, and my pedal bike gets ten miles of use every morning for my daily exercise. Occasionally, I like to pedal along some less familiar roads, and today was such a day. I took the train to Lincoln, where i once lived for 20 years. I was hoping my 12 year old Grandson would come with me, but he cried off at the last minute. So I decided to go anyway, and jumped on the train with my bike and a day`s supply of food and drink. On arrival, I walked around the city centre for half an hour, before joining National Cycle route one, and heading South East.
The temperature was in the mid twenties, so once out of the city, it was out of the jeans and into the shorts. I stopped in Bardney, ten miles down the track for a break and a meal of sandwiches. The next three miles consist of farm roadways, and I was pleased of dry weather, as the surface is mainly soil. I was soon back on tarmac, on the cycle track. There were quite a few cyclists, and walkers about.
Near Coningsby, I heard a loud noise of an aircraft. It was an Avro Lancaster being flight tested, and it flew over at not more than 500 feet. A thrilling sight. By mid afternoon I was at Langrick, only 5 miles from home. I suddenly felt disappointed that my ride was almost over. So I took a diversion through the villages of Brothertoft, Hubberts Bridge, Kirton Holme,Kirton End, and finally Kirton, before returning to Boston. Had a beer, and a shower, and then it was time to eat. My muscles ache, I have a bit of sunburn, but what a brilliant day. Forty miles, my best ever daily mileage. No threat to Bradley Wiggins, but not bad for a man of 66 summers.
The temperature was in the mid twenties, so once out of the city, it was out of the jeans and into the shorts. I stopped in Bardney, ten miles down the track for a break and a meal of sandwiches. The next three miles consist of farm roadways, and I was pleased of dry weather, as the surface is mainly soil. I was soon back on tarmac, on the cycle track. There were quite a few cyclists, and walkers about.
Near Coningsby, I heard a loud noise of an aircraft. It was an Avro Lancaster being flight tested, and it flew over at not more than 500 feet. A thrilling sight. By mid afternoon I was at Langrick, only 5 miles from home. I suddenly felt disappointed that my ride was almost over. So I took a diversion through the villages of Brothertoft, Hubberts Bridge, Kirton Holme,Kirton End, and finally Kirton, before returning to Boston. Had a beer, and a shower, and then it was time to eat. My muscles ache, I have a bit of sunburn, but what a brilliant day. Forty miles, my best ever daily mileage. No threat to Bradley Wiggins, but not bad for a man of 66 summers.
