Wednesday
Coffee (it is tasting better each time I make it) and a bar of Lidl chocolate for breakfast. The weather is overcast but with some brightness. I’m packed up just waiting for my groundsheet to dry, hung in a tree branch and then will start the 3 and 1/2 hour ride down the A1 to Cambridge….
I’ve written this before but for me the A1 feels like a real road with a history going back a few centuries, with its coaching stops – Stamford is the one that comes to mind, and I am sure that sections of it have a Roman origin – they are so straight. The M1, on the other hand – and I mention it because a choice of how to travel from the north to London often presents itself – was developed in the late 1950s in an already industrialised country and needed to have no design features rooted in biology (perhaps apart from the service station toilets). The towns and stops on the old roads were spaced out by how far a team of horses pulling a coach could gallop in a day.
This felt like a long ride for some reason, longer than the miles (185 miles and 3 and 1/2 hours) would suggest. On my first stop for petrol after less than an hour, I was tempted by the Greggs counter serving pizza placed next to the cashier so munched half of it by the petrol pumps before getting back on the bike. It was delicious. Stretches of riding were exhausting I think due to massive wind noise – not from any defect of the windscreen (I hope), and cold – never quite cold enough to stop and get into more clothes though I should have – also heavy traffic and large trucks (there’s meant to be a shortage of HGV drivers at the moment) so that when I saw the sign for some welcome services north of Grantham I braked sharply to pull in and stop (another Greggs). My hearing was frazzled once inside the service station with voices bouncing off the walls and ceiling. It was distressing and something I hadn’t experienced before.
Thoughts about improvements.
The trip as a whole and the ride down have made clear some areas for improving the comfort of this bike. And discomfort for sure is unsafe as your attention goes more and more toward some pain, or other distraction.
Heated grips – a cheap intervention which would help, I realise, even in summer. Oxford make good ones. (KTM’s look as thought they would be much easier to fit.)
Cruise control – not cheap and needs to be a dealer job. My right arm and shoulder were painful and I sometimes waited till there was no traffic behind and did some arm twisting exercises, slowing down rather rapidly. This is a real definite. I did not use it that much on the Beamer but I think there is scope for it.
New Bluetooth headset – one built for the nexx helmet I use which has built in indents for it.
Lighter disk lock and lighter compressor – I left both these items in Cambridge rather than carry them down. They are both heavy. The Cycle Pump US made compressor is really hard core but I think for something I’ve never ever used on a trip, something smaller and lighter may well be sufficient. There seem to be options.
An earring that doesn’t catch the helmet every time I stop and remove it – every trip I take my ear ends up red and sore.
Other bike mods:
Lower pegs – may increase comfort a little
Rally front – maybe better wind protection but really for the style improvement
Hand guards (Barkbusters) – same as above. Not expensive.
I’m not sure about a seat. This seems an impossible thing to successfully shop for because you would need to try a new seat for a day to see if it really was more comfortable – and they are not cheap.
Final thoughts about this trip
This is the second year running that I have deferred a planned – and partly paid for – trip to Spain and stayed in England. People say how beautiful and under-appreciated our country is – and it is true, I enjoyed some amazing rides and scenery. But there is something undeniably exotic about spending a night or two on the open seas and riding off into a new climate, new landscape and an unfamiliar language, unsure exactly how things work, even simple things. Added to that, once you are off our little island into Europe the land stretches all the way to Magadan without interruption – only borders to negotiate. Apart from Baxby manor, the campsites I chose, though mercifully free of white mobile homes, were OK but a bit bleak, in that typical English (and definitely Scottish) way once the weather is damp. I plan to book my Brittany ferry to Spain before too long and hope that by summer 2022 there will be few Covid-19 restrictions.
The bike has been good though I have not even pointed it off road which is meant to be its strength. I really need to put that right – somehow.
