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I resemble this quote
Came across this quote from H G Wells and thought "Damn, that's me exactly":
"I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance Tony |
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Tony Raven wrote:
Came across this quote from H G Wells and thought "Damn, that's me exactly": "I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance Yup - when I'm on my own I always ride at the highest speed I think I can comfortably maintain over the planned distance. I don't know why. |
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Tony Raven wrote:
Came across this quote from H G Wells and thought "Damn, that's me exactly": "I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance Hmm. As do I. I'll leave for work, wearing work clothes and thinking "I'll just potter in, so I don't get too hot", and end up doing 35mph down Leith Walk racing cars and cyclists alike. I blame it on the thrill of speed. Jon |
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On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 14:21:25 +0000, Jon Senior
jon_AT_restlesslemon_DOT_co_DOT_uk wrote: "I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance Hmm. As do I. I'll leave for work, wearing work clothes and thinking "I'll just potter in, so I don't get too hot", and end up doing 35mph down Leith Walk racing cars and cyclists alike. I blame it on the thrill of speed. Amen to that. I find it helps me resist the hell for leather impulse to mount the computer where I can't see it, or to set up the display to not show current speed. -- "Bob" Email address is spam trapped. To reply directly remove the beverage. |
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Tony Raven wrote: Came across this quote from H G Wells and thought "Damn, that's me exactly": "I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance Me too. Then maybe I'll stop for a pee and realise how peaceful it is without the wind noise and how nice the scenery is and vow to stop more often and chill, but I never do. When mtbing with friends we stop and chat but there are more reasons for stopping anyway, gates, walking sections, mechanical problems, picking yourself up from the ground after an involuntary dismount, picking yourself up from the ground after laughing at a mates involuntary dismount and so on.. Pete |
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Tony Raven wrote:
Came across this quote from H G Wells and thought "Damn, that's me exactly": That was me this morning - and I am now paying for it. The route we chose for our club ride today has a long, very flat stretch starting about 7 miles from the cafe stop, and whenever we do that route I like to use that section as an excuse to "stretch my legs" a little... So, today, as soon as we hit the flat, I put my foot down and left the bunch behind. Whoosh! For that stretch alone, I reckon I averaged just a little shy of 25mph - OK, maybe 23mph is more like it, but for me that is bloody fast. And I got to the cafe a good four or five minutes before anyone else. Of course, having used up all my energy, I bonked horrendously on the way home, vicious cramp and everything, and my legs are still feeling incredibly tender - hope I recover in time for the 300k audax next week! d. |
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Call me Bob wrote in
: I find it helps me resist the hell for leather impulse to mount the computer where I can't see it, or to set up the display to not show current speed. But don't put it on average speed. That means you cycle even faster to get it to creep up just 0.1mph! Graeme |
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davek wrote:
That was me this morning - and I am now paying for it. The route we chose for our club ride today has a long, very flat stretch starting about 7 miles from the cafe stop, and whenever we do that route I like to use that section as an excuse to "stretch my legs" a little... So, today, as soon as we hit the flat, I put my foot down and left the bunch behind. Whoosh! For that stretch alone, I reckon I averaged just a little shy of 25mph - OK, maybe 23mph is more like it, but for me that is bloody fast. And I got to the cafe a good four or five minutes before anyone else. You must have very humane clubmates. Mine would let you get about 200 yards ahead and hang you there to dry, finally blasting past you half a mile before the stop. (Or maybe you're better at it than I am.) -- Dave... |
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dkahn400 wrote:
You must have very humane clubmates. Mine would let you get about 200 yards ahead and hang you there to dry, finally blasting past you half a mile before the stop. (Or maybe you're better at it than I am.) I forgot to mention that all the fast guys in our club weren't out yesterday (all on holiday). Normally it would be a case of me struggling to stay within spitting distance of Mike's wheel, with him barely breaking sweat to keep me at arm's length... d. |
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