Into The Wild

This is what I should have written yesterday but I went out for a few drinks and completely forgot about it. Yesterday afternoon I thought I'd make best use of the weather and go on a lengthy cycle ride.

There's a cycle track that runs from just outside York for about 12 miles in a scale model of the solar system. I've ridden along it before and thought it would make a good afternoon out. It wasn't the ideal afternoon I'd anticipated.

I'd been riding for a couple of miles when two fighting dogs ran into my path and, despite my slamming on the brakes, I may have clipped one or both of them. I stopped and apologised to the owners. One of whom said something about me going to fast and as I cycled off I muttered sarcastically. However, instead of sarcastically saying "Oh yeah, like it was my fault" I said, "Yeah, like it's the dog's fault" It was the dogs fault. Ah well.

I stopped after a few miles to take this picture:

It was all very nice. I stopped in Riccall for a can of Diet Pepsi and a Kit Kat Chunky. I thought I'd need the energy for the return journey. It was much colder coming back. Thankfully, past experience had taught me to bring an extra jacket and a pair of gloves. What past experience hadn't taught me - or I hadn't learnt from was to bring some kind of tools. The chain on my bike snapped in two. Luckily I had got back into York and didn't have to push it too far. The chain breaking was probably due to a lack on maintenance on my part and not the superhuman strength I possess in my legs. I snapped the gear changer on my bike last year during a standard ride. So, now I have a broken bike. Apparantly, I should be able to fix it myself.

When I got back I received a text from a friend asking if I wanted to meet for a few drinks. Hence writing this today. I'm sure it might have been more pensive had I written it yesterday evening but them's the (chain) breaks.