Beat the weather…..?

……or be beaten by the weather?

The accuracy of weather forecasting these days can create dilemmas. In the days when forecasting was more of an art than a science, we cyclists relied heavily on the potential inaccuracies of forecasts, and took our chances anyway. Today, however, its a different scenario. Three weather apps were telling me this morning that rain would set in shortly after 10am. Dilemma: do I go out with the club (and get seriously wet) or head out for a pre-breakfast solo ride, cover the same distance and stay dry?

I’m not usually a fair-weather cyclist, but today I fancied my chances of staying dry, then settling comfortably to watch La Course, the ladies’ elite race around the closed circuit of Paris, followed by the final stage of the Tour de France, where we might witness Froome’s overall victory followed by Cav’s winning sprint finish on the Champs Elysée. It’s hard to believe that three years ago we had never had a British winner of the Tour, and now, in the last four successive Tours, we have already clocked up three wins, had our first dual winner, and boast a sprinter who may (one day) overhaul Eddie Merckx’s record 34 stage wins. Fotheringhay 80km

So I gave myself just three hours to get an 80 km/50 mile ride in before the rain, and I had timed it (almost) to perfection. I felt the first spots five miles from home, and caught the first shower with just 2 miles to go. With well-disguised delight, I pitied the dozens of sportive riders whom I passed en route. They were going to have a seriously wet ride, and most looked ill-prepared both for the cycling and the weather.

In the tradition of elite riders in Grands Tours, I stayed in the saddle for three hours and snacked on an energy bar from a back pocket. In imitation of the elite riders? No. For the much more prosaic reason of beating the rain……..

About Frank Burns

My journeys around the world are less about riding a bicycle, and more about what happens when I get off the bicycle. Click on the Personal Link below to visit my webpages.

Posted on July 26, 2015, in Cycling UK and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Hi Frank! On my way home from last week’s Grand Day festivities I read Tyler Hamilton’s expose on on the TDF – “The Secret Race”. I trust you’re not storing any of your blood in the garage for future stages ….

    Btw, I dropped Sid Cumberland off in St. Neot’s on my way to Gatwick. Didn’t realize how close I must have been to you until I saw a sign to Kimbolton.

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  2. …..ha! The nearest I get to ‘doping’ is drinking caffeine and eating cake! You’re right….St Neots is our nearest biggish town. Hope you had a good Grand Day.

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  3. My sort of doping too!

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