Mikefule
September 1st 03, 09:01 PM
I was up to date at work, and I had some flexitime owing, and the woods
were calling. So it was time to take the MUni out for some serious
riding. I went up to Sherwood Forest and decided that I would have a
policy of taking the more difficult option at every junction. (Usually,
my love of big numbers makes me tend to ride 'cross country' for long
distances, rather than really testing my skills on technical
sections.)
So it was off up the hill, then along the rutted forest track, ducking
under the low branches, then up the next hill, and over the small hump
and onto the soft soil and sand, and small tree branches lying across my
path. I'm not much of a one for hopping, but I did manage to ride over
most of the branches up to about 4 inches diameter. My first dismount
was when there was no way past a fallen tree - I'd done about 1.5 miles
(2.5km) of hard but slow riding. Already I was out of breath, and my
heart was pounding.
And stopping was a mistake, because the flies descended on me. I was
the centre of my own cloud of insects, buzzing and landing on me,
crawling up the insides of my wristguards... time to ride on.
Lots of uphill, quite a bit of downhill, beds of sand and gravel, and a
difficult route to pick between the deepest patches. The new Gazz,
whilst only a 2.3 section seems to cope a whole lot better than my old
1.95. The handle helps too - and now I'm learning when to use it and
when to ignore it. I've even learned that in the event of a UPD, I can
leap forward with my left leg out and the handle misses my Achilles
tendon!
Then I find myself on a waymarked mountainbike trail, but a pretty
simple one. It needs concentration, but there's only the odd obstacle
which instils doubt... and I ride them all without falling. I can't do
hops, jumps or drops, but I can roll... it's all about picking the
route, timing, and control. I'll have to learn to hop, jump and drop
some time, though.
Squirrels climbing trees, a rabbit hopping along the path in front of
me, the sound of pine cones falling and clattering against the lower
branches... other than that, almost no sounds at all. I could be the
only person for miles. In fact I see only three people in the whole 2
hour ride, and I think one of those was the same person twice!
I impress myself with quite a long, steep and, by my standards,
technical climb. At the very top, the slope becomes almost too steep to
ride. I stall and start to roll back. A few months ago, I would have
bailed out. this time, I manage to stop the roll back, with the front
pedal almost at the point of no return. I stomp on the pedal, pull on
the handle... and stall again... I manage to catch the rollback, and
with a massive effort, make it over the top. I don't know how good I
really am, but I know how good I felt.
Every time I stop, the flies are swarming. I've not met this problem on
the MUni before, and, frankly, it's jolly irritating. My language
deteriorates. Perhaps it's because I'm so much slower on the MUni;
perhaps it's the time of year; all I know is that MUni is less fun when
you can't stop for a breather because of the flies.
I make it to the famous 'desert' and find new confidence riding across
soft sand. How much of this is the Gazz, and how much is my improved
riding? The Gazz is smaller section than the Coker tyre, but the
Coker's too tall to recover easily from a sideslip.
The last section is too sandy to ride. I try, and do pretty well, but
within a mile or so, I've tested both knee pads, both wristguards, both
elbow guards and my helmet - and I can confirm that they all let sand IN
but they don't let sand OUT. I walk across to a parallel track, but I'm
too tired to fight the worst of the bumps, the nettles and brambles are
too aggressive, and the flies are really starting to annoy me big
time... I end up walking, with the MUni over my shoulder. I come to the
last 50 yards, swing the uni down, misstime the move and punch myself in
the face. I get to the car, feeling under siege from the flies, throw
the MUni in, leap in, slam the door, and 6 of the little blighters
follow me in. They've made a bad decision...
8.5 miles approx, in about 2 hours. Comparing that average speed to my
usual write-up shows how hard the riding was. But, apart from the
flies, it was fun.
--
Mikefule - Roland Hope School of Unicycling
The long distance Fule on his farcycle
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were calling. So it was time to take the MUni out for some serious
riding. I went up to Sherwood Forest and decided that I would have a
policy of taking the more difficult option at every junction. (Usually,
my love of big numbers makes me tend to ride 'cross country' for long
distances, rather than really testing my skills on technical
sections.)
So it was off up the hill, then along the rutted forest track, ducking
under the low branches, then up the next hill, and over the small hump
and onto the soft soil and sand, and small tree branches lying across my
path. I'm not much of a one for hopping, but I did manage to ride over
most of the branches up to about 4 inches diameter. My first dismount
was when there was no way past a fallen tree - I'd done about 1.5 miles
(2.5km) of hard but slow riding. Already I was out of breath, and my
heart was pounding.
And stopping was a mistake, because the flies descended on me. I was
the centre of my own cloud of insects, buzzing and landing on me,
crawling up the insides of my wristguards... time to ride on.
Lots of uphill, quite a bit of downhill, beds of sand and gravel, and a
difficult route to pick between the deepest patches. The new Gazz,
whilst only a 2.3 section seems to cope a whole lot better than my old
1.95. The handle helps too - and now I'm learning when to use it and
when to ignore it. I've even learned that in the event of a UPD, I can
leap forward with my left leg out and the handle misses my Achilles
tendon!
Then I find myself on a waymarked mountainbike trail, but a pretty
simple one. It needs concentration, but there's only the odd obstacle
which instils doubt... and I ride them all without falling. I can't do
hops, jumps or drops, but I can roll... it's all about picking the
route, timing, and control. I'll have to learn to hop, jump and drop
some time, though.
Squirrels climbing trees, a rabbit hopping along the path in front of
me, the sound of pine cones falling and clattering against the lower
branches... other than that, almost no sounds at all. I could be the
only person for miles. In fact I see only three people in the whole 2
hour ride, and I think one of those was the same person twice!
I impress myself with quite a long, steep and, by my standards,
technical climb. At the very top, the slope becomes almost too steep to
ride. I stall and start to roll back. A few months ago, I would have
bailed out. this time, I manage to stop the roll back, with the front
pedal almost at the point of no return. I stomp on the pedal, pull on
the handle... and stall again... I manage to catch the rollback, and
with a massive effort, make it over the top. I don't know how good I
really am, but I know how good I felt.
Every time I stop, the flies are swarming. I've not met this problem on
the MUni before, and, frankly, it's jolly irritating. My language
deteriorates. Perhaps it's because I'm so much slower on the MUni;
perhaps it's the time of year; all I know is that MUni is less fun when
you can't stop for a breather because of the flies.
I make it to the famous 'desert' and find new confidence riding across
soft sand. How much of this is the Gazz, and how much is my improved
riding? The Gazz is smaller section than the Coker tyre, but the
Coker's too tall to recover easily from a sideslip.
The last section is too sandy to ride. I try, and do pretty well, but
within a mile or so, I've tested both knee pads, both wristguards, both
elbow guards and my helmet - and I can confirm that they all let sand IN
but they don't let sand OUT. I walk across to a parallel track, but I'm
too tired to fight the worst of the bumps, the nettles and brambles are
too aggressive, and the flies are really starting to annoy me big
time... I end up walking, with the MUni over my shoulder. I come to the
last 50 yards, swing the uni down, misstime the move and punch myself in
the face. I get to the car, feeling under siege from the flies, throw
the MUni in, leap in, slam the door, and 6 of the little blighters
follow me in. They've made a bad decision...
8.5 miles approx, in about 2 hours. Comparing that average speed to my
usual write-up shows how hard the riding was. But, apart from the
flies, it was fun.
--
Mikefule - Roland Hope School of Unicycling
The long distance Fule on his farcycle
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