Day 15 - penultimate day - are we there yet?
Trip Start May 21, 2013
19Trip End Jun 28, 2013
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Secondly, I've had one person ask if they can have my Lycra shorts after the ride. Sorry I'll be needing them for other rides and judging from the unusually posed photos you've sent me, I fear they are unlikely to have fitted you anyway.
Thirdly, apologies for the delay in publishing last night's blog. This was due to poor Wi-Fi signal in the golf club I was staying at. And whilst I am on the subject of connectivity, I’ve experienced generally poor coverage across the country noting I’ve not stayed in cities. In some places when I’ve asked about Wi-Fi, I’ve got the impression that people saw it akin to summoning up Satan on Walpurgisnact (ooh spellchecker didn’t like one). Other time there is no Wi-Fi at the Inn.
Mainly though it’s down to poor infrastructure, copper cables (if they haven’t been dug up, cut up and sent abroad via Folkestone and all in 24 hours – by the way - try getting that done legally in that timeframe!) and lack of investment....and this takes me to a topic which we can all try and influence i.e how to better spend £33+ billion
This morning I was again on the A30, so loo paper safely stuffed in right ear to reduce road induced deafness, I set off. Bodmin first; I’d had a good breakfast at the golf club so no stopping for 25 miles. I exceeded that and after 30 plus miles I pulled in at a sort of service station but actually more like a service 'village’. This service village had the usual service station, McDonald’s etc but also had an up-market electrical store (they’ll hate me calling it that) which sold lots of Bose equipment and latest gadgetry. The SD card in my camera had stopped working so I bought a replacement from a really snooty (‘I been trained by Bose’) salesman. I tried to appear a bit more sophisticated than my fluorescent jacket, Lycra shorts and low tech camera might seem to indicate and asked some questions about what were Bose’s latest innovations. Problem was I didn’t understand what he then told me - hmmm note to self - leave such things to HQ.
Refreshed at the Muckie D’s, note only went there to use their Wi-Fi and have a fruit smoothie you understand
OK, Go West old man, Go West. Redruth next, all dry stuff, but hit my highest speed ever at 40.7 mph. On a quiet day I reckon those speed freak road bikers would be hitting 50 mph easily, that would definitely graze your knee if you came off....
Apart from the boredom of the long ascents and long descents, and the droning road noise, and hearing the same Gerry Rafferty track for the 200th time, etc you gotta watch out you don’t get killed as well. The drivers don’t set out with this in mind but they can get distracted or confused (why is that man on a bike doing 40 mph). Mostly on the A30 there is a 3 foot wide hard shoulder and that’s where I lived unless doing a fast descent or there were too many stones, bricks, dead animals, wood, exhausts, tyre remains, etc clogging it up. When the hard shoulder disappeared (and it often did for no obvious reason) then I sat on the white line. After a while you start to make a game of it, pretending to be Blondin crossing his tightrope over Niagara, sticking to that white line. Pity they never had XFactor in Blondin’s day, he’d have made a big splash (hmmm don’t normally go for a play on words). Oh and before I go onto the next topic here’s a tip for cyclists on roads like the A30
HQ had booked me a B&B in Penzance , advising later that booking something in Penzance was more trouble than all the rest. Had to pay the highest figure anywhere on the journey, so I shall be stuffing toast down my shorts in the morning to make up for it...’that’s a lot of toast’ I hear you say, well you ain’t seen my shorts.
B&B is fine with owner originally from Essex, been here 16 years and still sounds like TOWIE, not an ‘ooh – arr Jim lad’ slipping out between his lips.
Washed, etc got changed into tomorrow’s clothes and went out on the town. I fancied a pizza and I think I saw a place on the way in so I backtracked and sure enough I found an Italian or so I thought
Good night, last day tomorrow, hope I can get my bike on a train for the return journey, HQ has warned me about this so we shall see.