Its been a very windy day in Yorkshire today and I've really got blown around on my training ride. I did 68 miles today which in the wind felt more like 100. I went out through the Castle Howard estate (picture above) and up to Kirbymoorside and Helmsley. I then came back through Ampleforth,Coxwold, Crayke and Tollerton.
I thought that I was being shot at on the first part of my ride as I could hear lots of gun fire as I rode along. I then realised I was cycling alongside an army training area and they were obviously having shooting practice today. Then I was cursed with a puncture as I came out of the Castle Howard estate. I was doing about 30 mph down a hill when I hit a pothole and the front tyre immediately lost all its air. So after a roadside repair I was on my way and the rest of the ride was fairly uneventful although I suspect I may have done some damage to the front of the bike, I will need to get that checked out.
Mrs Claudius made quite a dramatic observation as I was getting dressed the other morning. "I think your bum is getting smaller" she said. I have to say that I agree with her, my trousers seem to have a lot more room in them round the back end just lately. It must be the result of all those hours in the saddle. Why is it that we always lose weight from the wrong places? I didn't particularly need to lose any weight off my bum but could really do with losing some off my stomach. There's no justice in the world! Now I know that a number of you have been concerned about my aching bum and I am pleased to report that the situation is much improved. I think the new saddle and new shorts have helped. Also I finally took the brave decision to "go commando" which a number of people had recommended. I must admit that I thought that there was something slightly obscene about not wearing anything under your shorts but it really does make them much more comfortable.
I'm off to "vicar school" tomorrow at Wakefield Police College so I won't be able to do any cycling this weekend. I'm really looking forward to catching up with my friends who I haven't seen since Easter.
And finally, a joke from my daughter, A man goes into a fish and chip shop with a large live fish under his arm. "Do you sell fish cakes?" he asked the owner who replied "of course". "Oh good" said the man pointing at the fish, "because its his birthday!"
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That may well be the worst joke I have ever heard.
Congratulations.
While I didn't spend a lot of time looking at your bum this weekend, It seemed within the range of normal.
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